Outsiders also have golden fingers

Chapter 49
Aunt Osmanthus can make a lot of snacks, and Qingling also taught her many new varieties based on the experience of her previous life, and she makes a few small snacks every day at home.

In fact, with the Empress Taizu (who must be a foodie) in front of her, Da Zhou's diet is almost as rich and varied as that of later generations, and Qing Ling is just teaching some personal experience and creativity.

Recalling that these three dim sums in Jiangnan are really complicated in craftsmanship and materials, and they are hard to make but you can’t eat much, and they don’t taste good after being kept for a long time, so if you want to eat, you can come here and buy ready-made ones.

He also thought that he was still carrying the book basket, so he should go home and put it down before coming out.

By the way, I also brought Brother Xiong out. That child probably talks about her sister all day long.

At this time, Qingling felt that it was really inconvenient not to have a personal girl.

For those students from good families, they arrange what they want to eat in advance, and a maid buys it in advance and waits at the gate of the college after school.

Worst of all, if you want to go shopping with your classmates after school, you can also ask the maid to bring a letter to the family and take the school basket back by the way.

There is no way, although there are a lot of people in the family, there is no spare, and it is inconvenient to add more people for safety.

Because my mother and other adults (except my aunt) have to change their faces whenever they go out, it is really inconvenient for outsiders to see it, and it will be troublesome if they encounter someone who is not firm in their mouths.

Qingcao was appointed to be her maid since she was a child, but she has to help adults with other tasks, so it's not good to be alone with her.

The point is that the child is too honest and boring, always persuading her to observe etiquette and rules according to her mother's request, and she burst into tears anxiously if she couldn't persuade her.

And every time she was asked to cover up, her mother and aunt would see through at a glance. Although they were both 14 years old, they couldn't even lie.

Tsk tsk, her unruly master, it's better not to embarrass this child, just let her stay at home and do the work.

Sister Xiaoyue used to help Qingcao take care of her, but since Aunt Wang gave birth to her younger brother, she has to work and help take care of her younger brother, and she is too busy.

Fortunately, she was used to being self-reliant in her previous life, and she did many things decently by herself, so there is nothing she is not used to.

As soon as I turned around Shiyou Lane where the academy is located, I saw a large crowd of onlookers gathered in front of it, hehe, could it be another original partner who opened the door of the outer room?

It doesn't look like it, so it's clearly in front of the medical hall?Could it be that another quack doctor cured someone to death?
Qingling walked forward in three steps and two steps, there is no way, there are too few entertainment activities, how can I not watch when there is excitement?

The point is that if there is still salvation, see if I can ask my aunt to take a look. After all, saving people is worth building a seven-level pagoda. She is not a saint, but she also hates being cold-blooded and ruthless.

Going forward to look, I saw a man lying on the ground, with a washed white handkerchief covering his face, it must have been covered by someone.

Hey, it turns out that the person is gone.

His hair is a little gray, and his gown is not new. He should be a middle-aged scholar, and he seems to be from a poor family.

It should have gone before arriving at the hospital, and the family members were unwilling to send it over, but they could not be saved.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a teenage girl kneeling next to her, crying heartbroken, with a strip of white cloth strung around her head, which should have been kindly given by the cloth seller nearby.

Linghui quickly pieced together the truth from the seven words and eight utterances. It was the little girl's father who died, a scholar who made a living by writing letters and copying books for others. In order to save money, the two rented a house elsewhere. with.

Because there are many students and bookstores here, business is easy to do. The man brings his daughter to set up a stall to pick up work during the day, and closes the stall at night to go home. The income is barely enough to make ends meet.

The man was copying a book just now, but suddenly he clutched his heart and fell unconscious. The people beside him kindly sent him to the medical center, but he disappeared before entering the door.

The little girl cried to death, and those who heard it felt sad.

Someone reminded: "Good boy, don't cry, your father has already passed away, you should hurry to the grave!"

The kind-hearted uncle who sent the man over sighed and said, "Hey, she's a child, she's only 12 years old, what should her father do for her?

Brother Zheng also told me in the morning that he would hurry up and finish copying these books so that he would be able to pay next month's rent. I didn't expect that he would be gone so soon, and he probably didn't have much savings.

If it doesn't work, let's go to Yizhuang together to see if we can meet a kind person who donates a thin coffin, can't we really wrap it in a broken mat?

Although my old brother Zhang is poor, he can still run errands. "

The aunt at the side shook her head: "It's impossible, Yizhuang can at most wrap it in a white cloth and a mat, help transport it out of the city, dig a pit and bury it, what coffin can we donate?
Didn't you hear them say that if you have that money, you can buy rice and donate it to the charity hall, and you can still care about the dead and ignore the living?

I don't blame them either, I don't know how many old, weak, sick and disabled people have been left behind in these years of war. I heard that Shantang often worries about firewood and rice.

Death is like a lamp going out, it doesn't matter if there is no coffin, just bury it, everyone should worry about this poor little girl, how will she live in a girl's family in the future?

She's tall and handsome, and can read and write, so don't fall into the wrong hands! "

Immediately, no one spoke, and everyone knows how to do good deeds, so it is not a big deal to find Zhang Xizi to carry the man out of the city and dig a hole for burial.

But adopting this little girl is not an ordinary matter, since my own children can't afford it, so what kind of charity can I do?
If it doesn't work, I can only send it to the shantang, at least I have a place to live and a meal to eat.

Qing Ling looked at the sad and helpless little girl, feeling very sympathetic in her heart, but she didn't dare to take her back casually.

It's not that I can't afford it, it's that I don't dare to let outsiders in easily, otherwise it will be a matter of death for the whole family. Didn't you see that in the past few years, no one in the family dared to buy more?
At worst, she would give some money from her private house to the little girl, and she would not be able to be a virgin, but she could still save people in distress within her power.

Just as she was thinking, the little girl suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly:
"Everyone, uncles, mothers-in-law and aunts, I can't bear the fact that my father is not wrapped in a coffin, and I am willing to sell myself to bury my father, please someone who is kind enough to buy it!

I have few snacks, can work, sew, cook, and teach children to read and write. I must be honest and hardworking, please! "

Qingling caressed her forehead and sighed, why is she selling herself to bury her father again?Is she going to take care of it or not?
This little girl is handsome, smart, and literate. She follows her father to make a living, so she is definitely not as naive as she appears on the surface.

I watched a lot of costume dramas in my previous life, so I am really wary of selling one's body to bury one's father.

Just when he was in a difficult situation, a young master Pian Pianjia passed by. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he should be a student from a nearby academy.

He was holding a folding fan, neatly dressed, handsome and gentle, with a warm and friendly face, followed by a twelve or thirteen-year-old book boy, who seemed to be of some family background.

Qingling's eyes sparkle, isn't this the virgin who has been taken advantage of in ancient Chinese novels?
In the end, not only will he have to bury the father for the family, but he will also be responsible for the family's life. In the end, the husband and wife may be separated, although he may not marry a wife now.

Although the little girl is still young, it's not kind to say that, but people's hearts are unpredictable.

I haven't seen a woman in a certain romantic drama begging others to "treat her as a kitten and puppy" so that the dignified princess almost couldn't survive.

The good thing is that the little girl's survival has indeed been settled. In Shantang, there are too many monks and too little food, so she can only save her life.

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