Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 37 Old Man Lou’s Identity

There was a blurry scene in which she was about to drown in the water. After being rescued, she lay on the ground and vomited the water for a long time.

She climbed up feebly, only to see a thirteen or fourteen year old boy in front of her turning away in shame.

She shivered from the cold and squatted on the ground again, hugging her arms and shivering.

Her clothes were not thick and clung to her body wetly, making her body lines clearly visible.

Just when she didn't know what to do, someone strode in, untied his cloak, wrapped it around her, and led her back to her own residence.

She didn't remember the man's face, but she remembered the exquisite patterns on the man's clothes in the dream, which looked familiar.

She got up suddenly early the next morning, forgetting her dream, and only thought of the three gold ingots on the table that she had not had time to put away.

Fortunately, Jin Yuanbao was still lying on the dining table in Yanzilou.

Qin Liu rationally put the gold ingot in his arms.

To be honest, the cold-faced and dark-hearted Zhu Yue gave him a conscience price.

After the weather gets warmer, fewer and fewer people will eat shabu-shabu. After the beginning of spring, merchants will go to Xuanfu to do business. They no longer order shabu-shabu lavishly, but instead order dumplings, noodles and side dishes, and they will still be full. Tummy, the price is much more affordable.

Yanzilou’s high-profit model is unsustainable.

However, he forcefully bought and sold like this, and even beat the little mute twenty times with a stick without any reason, causing Qin Liu's few good impressions of him to disappear.

Relying on their power and power, this kind of distinguished nobleman always looks superior to others and robs whatever he likes!

In fact, what is the difference between them and Tatars?
She, a young Tatar, at least knew how to repay her kindness and saved her and her children. He was her benefactor. She was much better than the lecherous Master Zhang or the bossy Master Zhu and the like!

Qin Liu's heart tilted towards the Tatars for the first time.

Not all Tatars are bad people. There are also little mutes who look fierce but are actually kind to the old, weak, women and children in their house.

She sighed and thought about finding a way to make a living.

This Zhu Yue is really weird. Her store is not going to open for business. What kind of situation is this?
It would be understandable if he was interested in the earning power of her store.But it’s incredible that he didn’t care about the store’s earning power and just closed it.

This man is so strange.Also, he had to use corpses to hold himself and others up that day. Could it be that he was afraid that people would recognize him?

Does he know himself?
Qin Liu thought about it and felt that there was something wrong with his probing eyes when he first came to the store to look at her.

Qin Liu was thinking wildly when he heard a sound at the back door. It was Old Man Lou getting up to make breakfast.

She went directly to Old Man Lou: "Uncle, do you know Mr. Zhu from yesterday?"

Old Man Lou smiled while adding water to the pot: "It's a bit of fate. The old man gave him some boxing and kicking tips for a few days."

That is the relationship between master and disciple.

How could the master of a noble son come to work as a waiter in her shabby shop?

She looked up and down at Old Man Lou with confusion on her face and asked, "Then why are you here?"

The old man sighed and paused in his hand movements: "Aren't you that brat? After all, the old man also served as a guard for his grandfather, and now life is getting better and better..."

Qin Liu became even more confused.

She stepped forward and took over the work from Old Man Lou, and while putting the steamed buns into the steamer, she asked, "Then the family things you told me before were all made up?"

Old Man Lou waved his hand: "That's not true. The old man's wife passed away eight years ago. It's true that my daughter married in the capital."

Seeing that Qin Liu still had no answer, he asked directly: "Master Zhu, do you know me?" Old Man Lou looked at Qin Liu with a complicated expression: "Does the shopkeeper not remember anything?"

Qin Liu shook her head. She couldn't say that she had traveled through time, right?
"I suffered a brain injury and can't remember anything from before."

Old Man Lou took a long breath, raised his head and clasped his hands behind his back, saying, "It's okay if you don't remember. Live your life well in the future, it will be good for everyone."

After that, Old Man Lou left by himself, leaving Qin Liu alone in the messy kitchen.

She urgently wanted to know what the original identity was.

Qin Liu ignored making breakfast and went to find Old Man Lou who was cleaning the hall of Yanzi Tower.

"Uncle, do you know who I am? Where is my home? Who is there at home?"

Old Man Lou was bending down to mop the floor. He straightened up and looked at Qin Liu with complex eyes: "To your family, you are dead. As for who you are, it is better not to know than to know. Now you can be an ordinary little widow. , life is going pretty well, isn’t it? There are still people who have been taken advantage of and sent money foolishly..."

Speaking of the end, Old Man Lou leaned on his old ground and thumped his waist, and continued to mop the floor slowly: "Young man, I just can't look away..."

Qin Liu felt strange. That Zhu Yue had listed his store at a low price. Why did he say that he was just giving money to him stupidly?And you said he was taken advantage of?

Qin Liu was startled by the sound of a pot overflowing in the kitchen and turned away, and quickly went to the kitchen to get busy.

She made up her mind. Since Old Man Lou didn't say anything, she would go directly to Zhu Yue.

She had just wiped the stove where rice soup had spilled everywhere when she heard a woman crying loudly in the yard behind her.

Qin Liu's heart tightened, but he took the porridge pot away from the stove and went to the backyard to take a look.

None of the Ma family members were there, except Mrs. Qu, who was squatting and leaning on the railing half a person's height, crying bitterly.

Qin Liu knew that she probably knew that her brother-in-law was dead.

This is her biggest and only support.

The once arrogant Shabaozi was gone when the King of Hell said he was gone. This woman who ruled the roost in her husband's family and no one else dared to say a word was at the end of her rope.What a pity for the child in her belly. He was born a sinner and lost his biological father before he was even born.

Thinking of this, Qin Liu thought of the lively and lovely Erlang.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Erlang was also a scoundrel born out of wedlock.But in her opinion, he was a smart and cute little baby, no different from other children.

She suddenly understood what Old Man Lou said, "It's okay if you don't remember."My mother-in-law's family thought that she was dead, but it was a relief.

Out of sympathy for the child in her belly, Qin Liu stepped forward and helped Mrs. Qu who collapsed on the ground.

She helped Mrs. Qu into the room and lay down on the bed. She glanced at the interior decoration of the new house, then turned to leave.

The layout of this room was basically the same as that of her west house. At her suggestion, a small room on the north side was also equipped with a shower and a flushing pit.

There were silk red quilts piled on the kang, an exquisite dressing table in the room, and a bronze mirror that could illuminate the entire body—these were probably not something Ma Ang could afford.

But Mrs. Qu cried and stopped her: "Sister-in-law Li, you have a lot of money, can you say a kind word to me? In the Ma family, you can say ten words to me..."

Qin Liu looked back at her helplessly, then turned and left.

Although this woman was grieving, her survival instinct allowed her to quickly recognize the reality.

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