The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 601 Deserving it
Yan Sanhe looked at the old manager.

"What old things, tell me."

"After Aunt Fu passed away, not all the things were burned. There were still a few bits and pieces left behind. The master collected them and placed them in the study."

The old steward: "That year, I became the head of the family. On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, it was cleaning day. The new maid cleaned the study for me and found a tea cup with a cracked mouth."

How can a tea cup with a gapped mouth fit into your mouth?
The maid reported the matter to her wife, who without thinking much decided to reward her companion.

As a result, when the master heard about it when he returned home, he rushed directly into the courtyard of the companion room and snatched the tea cup back.

"I went with the master."

Old manager: "On the way back, the old man suddenly stopped and cursed fiercely, "That stupid woman, you really deserve to die."

Yan Sanhe's eyebrows twitched: "Who is he scolding?"

The old manager lowered his head, "At that time, I thought it was the wife's companion who was scolding me, but now I realize that he was scolding my wife."

Yan Sanhe asked, "Why did you realize this?"

Because he has stayed in the Zhu family all his life and served two masters.

The old man is a man who sticks to his words, has a somewhat tough temper, and is difficult to serve;
But the master has a good temper and never speaks so harshly. This is the first time he has cursed someone with gritted teeth like this.

The old manager was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Because the master added another sentence... He deserves to go to hell."

Everyone looked at the old manager with incredulous eyes.

Deserve to go to hell - that is to say, Zhu Xuanjiu always knew in his heart that Mao would go to hell after his death.

Zhu Xuanjiu first married Mao for luck.

After he became the head of the family, she was used to ward off evil spirits and heavenly punishment. Even though she gave birth to three sons and three daughters for the Zhu family, she still did not make Zhu Xuanjiu feel weak.

This is more than just general disgust, general hatred?
It's disgusting to the core, hate to the core.

"Miss Yan."

The old manager bit the bullet and said, "That tea cup was what Aunt Fu used to use when she was alive."

Sure enough, it was because of Aunt Fu!

Little Mr. Pei felt strange and asked again: "Is it possible that Zhu Xuanjiu still drinks tea from this tea cup?"

"That's not true. The master puts it on the desk. When he is upset, he will hold it in his hand and play with it. Occasionally..."

The manager paused and said, "I'll also use it to make tea."

Yan Sanhe stood up suddenly, walked to the door on his own, and reached out to open the door.

Outside, the snow has lightened up.

A wave of cold air hit his face, and Yan Sanhe took a few comfortable breaths, and his mind suddenly became much calmer.

But no matter how awake he was, he couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

Decades after Aunt Fu died, Zhu Xuanjiu actually kept her cup and often took it out to play with. Can this be explained by a sentence of mourning for his ancestors?
I'm afraid I can't.

Yan Sanhe stood by the door for a long time.

It was so long that the heating in the room was blown away by the cold wind outside, and it was so long that everyone's tea in the room went cold, before she closed the door, turned around, looked at Zhu Yuanmo, and asked:

"Mao's temperament is a bit outgoing and carefree, right?"

Zhu Yuanmo didn't know what her intention was in asking this, so he could only say truthfully: "My mother has a bright mind. She just says whatever she thinks in her heart. She has a cheerful temperament."

Yan Sanhe: "In addition to being cheerful, she is also very proactive and good at communicating with others?"

Zhu Yuanmo: "Young lady is right, my mother has never failed to make friends with anyone she has considered."

Yan Sanhe: "She doesn't like to endure it. She has to speak out and shout out any grievances in her heart or any pain in her body."

Zhu Yuanmo: "Yes."

Yan Sanhe: "She likes to cling to Zhu Xuanjiu, and also likes to ask about his affairs outside. She also likes to be sour and jealous."

Speaking of Zhu Xuanjiu, Zhu Yuanmo didn't explain a word, just nodded sadly. "Her temperament is completely opposite to Aunt Fu's."

Yan Sanhe's face was full of ridicule, "This is the second reason why Zhu Xuanjiu hates Mao."

Aunt Fu was in poor health and extremely introverted. She had something on her mind and never showed it on her face.

And because I was living under someone else's roof, I had to tolerate everything and be careful in everything. No matter how much discomfort I felt, I gritted my teeth and remained silent.

During the few years when she was a girl, she always stayed quietly in Wutong Courtyard and rarely went outside.

She is not sociable and does not like socializing.

She would never take the initiative with the old man. She would push him out even if he rested in her room for a few days.

One is fire, the other is ice;
One is lively red, the other is quiet white;

One is a graceful peony, and the other is an orchid blooming alone in the empty valley.

"They are two completely different people."

Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Xuanjiu has been accustomed to Aunt Fu's quietness and gentleness since he was a child, and when he sees his wife's enthusiasm and extroversion, he naturally dislikes her."

"……no!"

Mr. Pei was a little confused, "...Why do you always compare your wife with Aunt Fu?"

Yes.

Why do you always have to compare with Aunt Fu?

"That's a good question, but I can't answer you now."

Please answer.

I was dying of anxiety.

Little Mr. Pei had no choice but to ask: "Is there a third reason?"

"Have!"

Yan Sanhe: "The third thing Zhu Xuanjiu hates about Mao is Mao's natal family. Mao married Zhu Xuanjiu, and it looks like they are a good match from the outside, but in fact Mao is marrying down."

Zhu Yuanmo: "My mother is the legitimate daughter."

"Yes."

Yan Sanhe: "The Geng family chose this son-in-law because, first, her daughter was a little old and she was worried.

Secondly, Zhu Xuanjiu was a good-looking man and her concubine was taken by her master. She felt that she had a bright future.

When a legitimate daughter marries a concubine and is accompanied by so much dowry, the two ends of the scale are not equal.

Therefore, in the hearts of the Mao family, Zhu Xuanjiu has always been the high-ranking one.And once people have this kind of thought, they will be more or less arrogant in their speech and behavior. "

"Miss Yan, you are absolutely right."

Zhu Yuanmo: "My grandmother always told others that my father is where he is now because of my mother's good fortune. My mother is lucky to have a good husband."

See, here's why.

"Any capable man will feel uncomfortable if he hears his mother-in-law say such things, let alone Zhu Xuanjiu."

Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Xuanjiu has a ghost in his heart, and he is the person with the deepest and darkest thoughts. How can he not hate the Mao family?"

"Miss Yan, there is another reason."

Zhu Yuanzhao, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "My mother married far away, and she is very protective of her family.

The third child, Zhu Yuanhao, responded: "Whenever the Mao family and the Geng family have anything to do, they will come to him for help. Sometimes we find it annoying to watch."

Zhu Yuanmo: "My mother has a fiery temper. No matter what she is busy with, she always wants to help the Mao family and the Geng family solve it as soon as possible. My grandmother is the same."

"The thing is very clear. The more my wife protects her natal family, the more Zhu Xuanjiu will hate her. The more people from the Mao and Geng families trouble him, the more he will hate her."

(End of this chapter)