food color and fragrance

Chapter 12 Sweet Bait
Mrs. Yang flatly refused, as if the snow and frost had entered her belly in the cold weather, making the Sanskrit sound cold from head to toe, and her heart was extremely cold.

My difficult teacher is probably dead...

Before Sanskrit could speak, Yang Zhiyuan was full of doubts, and the deep lines between his brows undoubtedly expressed his dissatisfaction and bewilderment.

The atmosphere was embarrassing, Mrs. Yang's tone just now was too strong, Yang Zhiyuan seldom asked for anything, and he really couldn't get over his face when he was rejected like this.

Yang Zhifei's heart moved, and he said immediately:
"Third Brother, it's not that I'm talking about you. You just drank wine during the banquet. It's really not suitable to go to the Buddhist hall. It's not too late to go after tomorrow's ancestor worship, and it's not short of a day's work. What do you think? Mother He is the one who respects the Buddha the most in the whole family, you are really wrong..."

Yang Zhifei made an excuse, and the old lady Yang took it over immediately, and sighed: "It's because I'm too serious. If the third child really wants to go, I won't stop me."

"Mother and elder brother are right. I'm disrespectful, so I'll go tomorrow." Yang Zhiyuan said, looking at the Sanskrit voice, "How about going with you tomorrow, father? If there is nothing else, go out with father." take a walk?"

Sanskrit also knew that things were going nowhere, so he nodded in agreement, obediently apologized to Old Madam Yang and Yang Zhifei, and followed Yang Zhifei out of the house.

As soon as the two left, Old Madam Yang's complexion fell, she clenched her hands fiercely and muttered: "This damn girl is actually playing such a small trick, she has a lot of tricks."

"The second child in the Buddhist hall hasn't been dealt with yet?" Yang Zhifei looked displeased, "What else can he do? He caused this mess at home, and now I can't do anything about wiping my own butt. Now The matter is getting more and more involved, if the third child doesn't leave, I'm afraid he will reveal his secrets! Today, when my uncle asked about his family members, he almost missed the point, but fortunately I made up the point, which made things round. "

"It's better to say that his wife and children are dead at the beginning, and I would rather be hated by him and play a little bit cruelly with him, than it is better to patch my crotch now!"

"At the beginning, you said you should find someone to replace you first, didn't you agree? Why blame us now." Mrs. Yang's anger was not smooth, but thinking that Yang Zhiyuan would bring Sanskrit to the Buddhist hall tomorrow, her heart felt like a knife was twisted , "What if the little nun knows that the old nun is gone, so what should I do? Should I scare her?"

"I think that little nun is very courageous. I'm afraid that it's useless to frighten her. It's better to come together softly and hard. She is a ten-year-old girl. Now that her teacher is gone, she is alone. She is just begging for a bowl. Food? At least she must be stabilized first, and after offering sacrifices to the ancestors, the third child is sent away, so there is nothing to say!"

After Yang Zhifei finished speaking, dragging his tired and injured body, he staggered out of the room, feeling in his mouth, "It's really terrible!"

"Go and call me Mrs. Liu!"

Old Mrs. Yang was so depressed that she couldn't move the little nun for the time being, so she wanted to find an outlet to vent.

Mrs. Liu was very unlucky, and she became the candidate.

After being scolded by Mrs. Yang, she didn't forget to give her a few slaps after she got tired of scolding. Mrs. Liu's face, which hadn't subsided from swelling, was raised again. It's almost impossible to see the face!

Who would have thought that saying "I don't know" would be a mistake?
Mrs. Liu was very wronged, she just wanted to avoid the little nun, who would want her to take advantage of her!

Why is that little fairy so thoughtful?

Crying and leaving Mrs. Yang's house, Mrs. Liu dared not go out again, she wanted to raise her well at home.

But after returning home, Liu Fu heard that she had caused trouble again. In addition, he gave the medicined noodles to the old man to eat and have diarrhea. Smell and smell are about to go wrong, how can we spare this hapless daughter-in-law?

Mrs. Liu was beaten so badly that she couldn't get up...

At the same time, Yang Zhiyuan took Fanyin for a walk in the yard, and saw that her mood improved slightly, so he opened his mouth:

"Is your mood better? If it's better, then go back and read books, write and write, have you memorized all the "Analects" I taught you?"

Sanskrit's gaze was very complicated, she didn't expect that after following Yang Zhiyuan out, his first words would be to tell her to go back and read.

Seemingly seeing her confusion, Yang Zhiyuan said lightly:

"Looking quietly at a book can make people forget their pain and calm their anger. Because there are many things that cannot be done by one person, then don't do useless work. You might as well use books as a partner, and don't just read the ancient sayings of the Four Books and Five Classics. You can also take a look at Gossip and Miscellaneous Notes, even if it’s funny, it’s fine, as long as it makes you relax and smile.”

Looking at Sanskrit, Yang Zhiyuan touched her little bald head lovingly, "Continue sending, and you don't have to keep filial piety for your mother anymore, she won't blame you, but I will blame me for not being considerate and caring. In two years, I will be here soon." It's my dear age, and now I'm still a little bald boy..."

Sanskrit rolled her eyes inwardly, although she is a little bald, is her head so inviting?
But what Yang Zhiyuan said, the Sanskrit sound really went to his heart.

Perhaps this is the experience that Yang Zhiyuan has summed up over the years. He is only [-] years old and he was born as a scholar, but the palm of his hand touching his head is rougher than the roots of his hair. Sanskrit has paid close attention to it, and his palm is full of thick cocoons.

Who would have thought that it was the hand of a scholar?Not much better than a working farm worker...

"Daughter remembers, I'll go back to read now." Sanskrit replied softly, Yang Zhiyuan's lingering excitement was still there, "Don't worry, walk with me again, I have to practice my legs and feet, and when I return to the county government to take office, these two legs will be fine." I can't stay idle!"

Sanskrit was a little curious, but he didn't ask directly. He just walked slowly with him, thinking about the reaction of Mrs. Yang, and what would happen when he went to the Buddhist hall tomorrow...

Mrs. Yang has been waiting in Fanyin's room for her return from a walk.

When Fanyin entered the door, he saw that gloomy old face, and his heart that had been put down was raised again.

Stepping into the house, Fanyin looked at her without timidity or shrinking, which surprised Mrs. Yang slightly.

This was so different from the timid and silent little nun I saw at first, as if they were two different people.

If she knew that the little nun had such a temper back then, she would not have gone to Mrs. Wu Nan to treat her as someone pretending to be her granddaughter...

Now that it is useless to think about it, Mrs. Yang put down her thoughts, dismissed everyone around her, coughed lightly and said, "But I have been shopping for a long time."

"I wanted to go back a long time ago, but my father wanted to stay a little longer." The Sanskrit voice was very flat, which made Mrs. Yang disgusted, "It's easy to call, one father at a time, but you are used to it, too ambitious. Also consider whether you have this blessing."

"I don't dare to think about blessings, I just want to save my life." Sanskrit looked straight at her, "I don't want to be like Master, who is drugged with inexplicable drugs on food and water, and is sent out of the village with a word!"

Old Madam Yang's fierce expression became more serious, "Be careful with your mouth, don't talk nonsense!"

"Buddhas don't tell lies, do you dare to say that you haven't done it?" Sanskrit's voice was a little heavier, and his voice was trembling with anger. Thinking of my difficult teacher, her heart couldn't calm down.

Mrs. Yang fell silent for a moment, and her voice softened, "I have no choice. If it wasn't for my son, how could I do such a thing? You are also a ten-year-old girl, and you should make plans for yourself. Now your If Master is not here, why not become my granddaughter, return to the vulgarity and become the young lady of my Yang family, eat good food and drink spicy food, and after two years I will find a good family for you to be married to, wouldn't life be very comfortable?"

"Your father works outside, and is also a high-ranking official in the county government. Not to mention the Yang family village, even the good people in the county are eager to marry a beautiful girl like you, a beautiful girl with delicate features, who wouldn't want to?"

Seeing that Sanskrit kept silent, Old Madam Yang sighed, "I'm talking to you sincerely, and I'm not in a hurry to ask you to answer. Think about it carefully, and it won't be too late to give me an answer tomorrow morning."

Sanskrit still did not speak.

From the bottom of her heart, she really wanted to refuse, but she also knew that if she did this, Old Madam Yang would definitely turn her face and deny anyone, even if she could tell Yang Zhiyuan that she was an impostor nun, not his own. Daughter, Yang Zhiyuan may not do anything earth-shattering or weeping ghosts and gods.

Because his surname is the word "Yang", he still can't get rid of it completely.

Just like the deceased Liu Shi, he could only stand silently in front of the tombstone and confide his emotions all night, but he couldn't stop entangled with Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei because of Liu Shi's death.

Because he knew he wasn't worthy enough, even though he was the first scholar in the Yang family village to obtain the title of Jinshi, he still didn't have the ability to dictate to the Yang family.

He could only bear it, but could not vent it, and the same was true for Sanskrit.

Just relying on an imposter to try to confront Mrs. Yang is beyond her capabilities.

Thinking clearly in her heart, Sanskrit still didn't speak. Mrs. Yang stared at her, seeing her hesitation, she thought she was moved, "Okay, let's rest earlier, look at your thin and thin body, What kind of vegetarian diet, what a handsome face, it has been ruined by breeding."

Mrs. Yang's last sentence was nothing more than a hook. Which girl doesn't care about her face?
Although she is only ten years old, she is still a little beauty, she should have such selfishness...

After Sanskrit sent off Mrs. Yang, she sat alone at the table thinking.

She was able to talk to herself in such a soft voice, presumably because she was afraid that she would break the pot because of Mrs. Wu Nan, and draw a mouth-watering big cake to satisfy her hunger.

But will the truth really be as beautiful as the old lady said?

Describing gorgeous beauty is always a dangerous trap. In the eyes of Sanskrit, Mrs. Yang's words are like meat tied in a clip. If she is tempted to take a bite, the end will be death.

Mrs. Yang may have already become cruel, otherwise she would not have treated her little nun in such a way.

It is necessary to use Yang Zhiyuan to leave Yangjiacun. The premise is that she can't tear herself apart with the old lady, and she has to knock out her teeth and swallow it in her stomach...

How to do it?Sanskrit fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)