Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 4
Xiaowan Village is located at the foot of Stone Mountain.

Hundreds of families were crowded together, and it was almost dusk at this time, and smoke was rising from the chimneys of every family.

Xiao Tingchen found Su's small courtyard with Su Jiu on his back, only to see that the firewood door was closed tightly, but there were bursts of crying from inside.

Su Jiu jumped off his back and knocked on the wooden door, "Auntie, I'm back!"

The crying inside stopped immediately.

Soon, the wooden door opened with a "squeak".

A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair and red and swollen eyes appeared behind the door, with haggard tears still hanging on her face.

"Auntie!"

Su Jiu called out softly.

When Jiang saw her, his eyes burst out with resentment, and he dragged her behind the threshold, picked up the broom and whipped her:

"Well, you Su Jiu, your wings are so stiff that you dare not even listen to your aunt's words! You are not happy to be a daughter-in-law for the God of the Mountain, you have to run away! Now it's all right, the old lady Wang is dead, and the Wang family will take care of you!" The fault is all on the old lady's head!"

She struck hard, her haggard face was twisted and ferocious, and she cursed hoarsely:
"The two taels of silver were also taken back, and even the coffin money of five taels of silver was asked for. Our family's wealth has been emptied. Are you happy?! If you know that your mother has taken your When you were born, I should have drowned you in the pond!"

Su Jiu's small face was flushed red.

There were two bags of tears in Xiaolu's eyes, but he didn't let the teardrops fall down.

Jiang shi had beaten enough, only to find a smiling young man standing at the door.

His appearance is indescribably good, and he still has a bookish look all over him.

Jiang shi didn't know how to describe it, but she felt that this boy was more handsome than those handsome scholars in the village and town.

Seeing his aggressive appearance just now by such a young man, Jiang blushed, and quickly asked, "Who is this young master?"

"Auntie just call me Tingchen." Xiao Tingchen was still smiling.

Jiang sent Su Jiu to cook, and then invited Xiao Tingchen to the room. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his clothes carefully. He saw that he was wearing fine silk, and there was a jade pendant on his waist. Really bumped into a nobleman.

Xiao Tingchen played with the jade around his waist, his peach blossom eyes curled up in a smile, "Smart people don't talk dark words, I still need a servant girl by my side, since my aunt doesn't like Su wine, why don't you sell her to me?"

Jiang was stunned.

When she regained her senses, she couldn't hide the calculations in her eyes, and said with a smile: "I don't know what price the young master is offering? To tell you the truth, our family Xiaojiu has been used to rough work since he was a child. Washing and cooking are trivial matters! If the young master's bid is lower, hey-hey……"

Xiao Tingchen unhurriedly took out ten taels of silver from his sleeve.

The white silver made Jiang's eyes bright.

She bit the silver pickle, couldn't help being overjoyed for a moment, twisted the orchid and pointed: "Oh, sir, you are really the God of Wealth who is the most generous in the world! Well, I am the master, Su Jiu belongs to the son." !"

As he said that, he bumped Xiao Tingchen deliberately with his shoulder, winked and said: "It is said that rich families have the habit of profaning and playing with virgins. The young master bought small wine, but for...hehe, I understand, I understand everything!"

Under the eaves, Su Jiu stood quietly with his back against the wall.

The drooping eyelashes concealed the emotions in the pupils.

It will be late.

Outside the courtyard, Xiao's carriage drove over.

Xiao Tingchen rolled up his wide sleeves and slowly boarded the carriage.

Inside the house, Jiang took a small bundle and stuffed it for Su Jiu.

The middle-aged woman, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, looked at the silent Su Jiu, hesitated for a moment, and said calmly: "Inside the bag is your change of clothes, a bunch of candied haws and two steamed eggs, take it with you on the road eat!"

Su Jiu hugged the small burden, tears couldn't help falling down, and the dark color was smeared on the small burden.

Jiang Shi bit her lip, turned her face away and pushed her, "Go before your uncle comes back! I will let your uncle visit you when I have time! Don't cry too, you are in this family. It was redundant..."

The little girl wiped her tears, bowed her head and stepped out.

The sky is dark blue, and a first-quarter moon with a white afterimage is dotted alone in the sky.

On the winding mountain road, a carriage passed slowly.

The sound of wheels swaying slowly, echoing in the mountains and countryside glistening with white dew.

The seven or eight-year-old girl, holding her small bundle tightly, looked back from the car window at the mountain village that was gradually going away.

The stream where she once caught fish, the mountain forest where she once dug bamboo shoots, the private school where she hid secretly to attend classes, and the mountain where she once sat alone thinking of her mother and father, all were shrouded in morning mist and melted in the field of vision. Make black spots one by one.

She lowered her head, her nose was sore, but she didn't cry.

An hour later, the carriage finally drove into Jinling City.

The lights are as bright as gold, and both sides of the bluestone and brick streets are crowded with bustling hawkers, selling vegetables, fruit and pastries, shoe-like crowns, pearls and emeralds, etc., bustling and noisy, very lively.

At the time of the rainy night.

Among the boundless lights, you can vaguely see the bluestone bricks oozing water vapor, and a tree of apricot blossoms in the corner is caged in the mist, smudged with a powdery feeling like splashed ink.

On the Qinhuai River in the distance, there are picturesque boats.

The boatman's wife holds the pipa and plays the music. The scent of Jinling's powder in the azure misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River turns into graceful and elegant, just like a splashed ink painting.

In the carriage, the young man's thin lips curled slightly, "My sister is already mine, in the future, I can't go back on my word."

She is the one he is waiting for, even if she regrets it, he will not let her go.

Their fate will be like twin flowers, intertwined, sharing weal and woe.

The little girl raised her eyes, her voice was immature but firm: "I have no regrets... nor are I afraid."

(End of this chapter)