Poor children

Chapter 8

一
It was heard here that Mother Su and Pao'er arrived at the west courtyard and were kneeling in the courtyard. Someone moved a chair and placed it in the courtyard. Yun'er helped the third lady come out and sit down on the chair.

The third lady raised one hand and put it in front of her eyes, without looking at the two kneeling people, she said, "Mother Su, you are also an old man in the house, and you haven't had any troubles in the past few years. If your wife asks you to do it, you will definitely do it." At this point, the third lady slapped the armrest of the chair fiercely with her hand, and immediately became angry, "I usually control you too loosely, right? Is it because I see that I am My aunt intends to bully me?"

Mother Su, who was kneeling in front of her, chanted Buddha's name and kowtowed repeatedly, "Third Madam, please forgive me, but even if you lend me [-] courage, I would never dare to do this. But I really don't know that Madam has such an order. Please investigate clearly."

"Yun'er, where did your words go?"

Yun'er came to the side and knelt down when he saw the question. "Master, I went to the kitchen to give the order. This girl was the only one there at the time, so I handed it over to her." Yun'er pointed to the poor boy kneeling below.

"Who is this?" asked the third lady
"Replying to the third lady, the slave's name is Poverty, and she is the granddaughter of Aunt Zhang in the backyard kitchen. I did bring the message to you today. At that time, Mother Su was taking a nap. She said she would go when she woke up."

"Poor boy!?" The third lady will never forget this name until she dies. Thinking about her mother's beautiful face even now, she still wants to cut her to pieces with a knife
"Mother Su! They said they told you, what do you say?" The third lady asked with suppressed anger
"It's just that this hoof is lying. I really don't know about this. This damn girl is just like her grandmother. She is usually lazy, greedy and loves to lie. I can't believe her."

"Mother Su, go back! It's none of your business here," said the third lady, fiddling with her nails
"Yes..." Mrs. Su wiped her sweat and resigned. She was already scared to death, but she was very confused in her heart. Why did she spare her so easily?

two

"Poor boy? How old are you?" the third lady asked
"To tell you my wife, the poor boy is five years old this year."

"Do you know who your parents are?"

"I don't know who my father is. My mother died when I was born. The mothers and ladies in the backyard all said that I killed my mother and that I was a disaster star."

The third lady was holding a file to trim her nails. When she heard what she said, she put down the file and waved to her, "Poor boy, come closer and let me see more clearly."

After hearing this, the poor boy knelt on the ground and moved forward. He stopped at the feet of the third lady and still bent over and knelt on the ground.

"Raise your head," the third lady said as she lowered her hand to pinch the poor child's chin and raised her head to look at her carefully. This careful look was not important, and all the jealousy and hatred over the years came to her heart again.

She had seen this girl before when she was born, she was extremely ugly and ugly, why now she looks like her mother, with the heroic spirit of a prince in her eyes, even though she was brought up by a servant, it is hard to hide her noble spirit
"That little face of yours is so painful!" The third lady said as she exerted her strength on her hands, and a few of her newly sharpened nails were embedded in her flesh. Blood oozed out, and the poor boy shed tears of pain but did not dare to cry out.
"Master, don't get angry, you dirty your hands because of her." Yun'er held a cup of tea and handed it to the third lady, who then let go

The poor boy hurriedly took two steps back and knelt down, gritting his teeth and not daring to cry.
"I get angry when I see her face! Go, Yun'er, tear that face to pieces!"

three

"Hey! Whose face are you going to tear apart again?" It turned out that Mrs. Wang was passing by and heard the noise in the courtyard, so she came in to have a look. "You can't tear it apart when you see a face that is better than yours, can you? Just Do you want to look good alone?"

Seeing Mrs. Wang coming, the third lady, the master and the servant, hurriedly went to see Li, and ordered their servants to bring another chair, and they sat down.

Mrs. Wang sat down and carefully looked at the little girl kneeling in front of her. Seeing that she was so young, she was still childish but she was already so beautiful. She already understood seven or eight points in her heart
"This girl is really good-looking. What's your name?" Mrs. Wang asked
"Go back to my wife, I am a slave and a poor boy."

"Poor boy!" Mrs. Wang thought again and again, "You have such appearance at such a young age. It seems that your mother must be a great beauty."

"Madam, my mother has passed away."

"Hey! That's such a pity. If your mother were here, your father would never look down on others again." After saying this, Mrs. Wang gave the third lady a meaningful look. "The poor boy was brought up by his grandma since he was a child. I don’t know who my father is”

Mrs. Wang got up and came to the poor child and helped her up. "Little girl, it's a good thing that you don't know." Then she turned around and said to the third lady, "The old lady's birthday is coming in a few days. Now she is busy copying scriptures as usual every day." Accumulating merit, why are you seeing blood now?"

"I……"

"You can take the penalty on any day you want, but let's let it go for these few days first."

Although the third lady was angry, she could only respond and let the poor boy out.

four

Pao'er came out of the west courtyard and walked back along the way she remembered when she came. However, she was young and the courtyard was big, so she didn't know where she was for a while. She saw a seventy-eight-year-old boy practicing swordsmanship in the distance and thought Go up and ask for directions
"Excuse me, young master." The poor man stepped forward to greet him. "I wonder where this is? I can't find the way to the kitchen."

The young man stopped and looked at her intently. Another boy on the side also walked up to her: "My name is Chengzhe. This is my brother Chenghe. Who are you?"

"My name is Pao'er, and I'm a servant in the kitchen." Pao'er lowered his head and pulled the other sleeve with one hand.

"What's wrong with your face?" Cheng He asked while putting the sword into the shell
"I accidentally scratched myself." Pao'er used her hands to cover her face, but Chengzhe forcefully pulled her hands away.

"Look brother, it's bleeding"

"Don't look for the way to the kitchen like this. Come to our yard to get some medicine." After Chenghe said this, he took the poor boy with one hand and Chengzhe with the other and entered the courtyard.
The second lady was lying in a rocking chair under the tree in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air. There were seasonal fresh fruits and tea bowls on the table beside her, and a few moths were lingering on the oil paper table lamp.

At this time, he saw that there was an extra person when the two brothers came back from practicing swordsmanship outside the courtyard, so he sat up and took a look.
"Xiang Xing, bring me some medicine," Chenghe called as he entered the hospital. Xiang Xing hurried into the house to get it.
"Who is injured among your two brothers? Come and ask your mother to take a look."

"Mom! It's not that we were injured, it's this sister who was injured. Let's bring her in for treatment," Chenghe said.

At this time, Xiangxing had already taken out a small blue and white porcelain bottle, scooped out some medicine with his fingernails, and applied it to the poor boy's face. The medicine was quite refreshing, but when applied to the wound, it was burning and painful. The pain made the poor boy shed tears again. When she came out, Chengzhe saw her and quickly wiped her with his little hands.

"It hurts a bit, I know that," Chengzhe said. "A few days ago, I was running too fast and broke my knee. Xiangxing also took this and put it on me. It hurt a lot at the time, but the next day it turned out... It's all good, if you can bear it, I will give you candy."

"sugar?"

"Yes!" After saying that, Chengzhe took out a piece of candy from his purse and stuffed it into the poor boy's mouth.
"It's so sweet," said the pauper. "Is this sugar?"

"Yes! Why haven't you eaten it?"

"No...no..." It would be great if I could give it to grandma to try, Pao'er thought to himself.
When the second lady saw that her child was not injured, she lay down again and looked at the girl through the light: "Whose family are you from? What's your name?"

"Madam, I am the granddaughter of Mrs. Zhang in the backyard kitchen. My name is Qian'er..."

The second lady suddenly sat up again, "Poor boy!..."

(End of this chapter)