food color and fragrance

Chapter 14
The Sanskrit sound appeared in the ancestral hall where the Yang family worshiped their ancestors.

Although she failed to go in, she had already been seen by many people, at least the old lady Yang who was glaring at her fiercely was one of them.

Old lady Yang's heart was heavy. Just now Yang Zhiqi came back to say that she was in the Buddhist hall, and sent someone to watch her. Why did she suddenly appear here?Many people around had already focused their gazes on Sanskrit. When they saw a bald young nun, they were not only surprised but also puzzled.

This is the place where the Yang family worshiped their ancestors, what is she doing here?
Fanyin walked forward slowly, and everyone subconsciously moved out of the way. Mrs. Yang felt that her eyes were darkened. If there were no people around her to support her, she might faint from anger.

"Grandmother." Sanskrit called softly, with a trace of fear of the crowd on his face.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, grandma?Whose child of the Yang family is this?

"Huai Liu, you are here." Old Madam Yang gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile. Sanskrit had already shown her face on such occasions, so she had to admit her, otherwise how would she explain it to everyone?After all, Yang Zhiyuan is still in the ancestral hall.

Sanskrit walked over obediently and quickly, and helped Mrs. Yang, "I worshiped the Bodhisattva in the Buddhist hall, and I still think of my grandmother, so I came to accompany you."

"Old lady, who's daughter is this? She's so pretty."

"Is this the little nun who followed Mrs. Wu Nan?"

"It seems that I have seen her once..."

Everyone gathered around one after another, asking questions in a hurry, without taking their eyes off Sanskrit, as if they wanted to see her through.

Sanskrit kept his head silent, with only a cute smile on his face. The corners of Mrs. Yang's mouth twitched, she patted Sanskrit's little hand, and introduced: "This is the daughter of the third family. Since Liu's death, she has shaved her hair and kept her filial piety. It is difficult for me to practice as a teacher..."

"Hey, what kind of talk is this? It doesn't mean that the child has already..." The talkative woman was glared at by Mrs. Yang, "Huai Liu practiced because she was afraid of being disturbed, so she didn't announce her real identity to the public. Who is it?" What nonsense did you say to the outside world? Let me know, I will overturn their family's grave!"

Mrs. Yang said such a sentence arrogantly, and those who had doubts in their hearts did not dare to intervene.

Sanskrit blushed, and said softly, "Did my granddaughter cause you trouble by appearing at this time? Actually, the three-year filial piety period has not yet come. If my father hadn't returned, I shouldn't have come out."

"It's hard for you child!" Old lady Yang did a lot of acting, Fanyin felt her hands trembling with anger, but there was still a loving look on her face, "There's no need to hide it, you are The granddaughter of my Yang family, the daughter of the first person in the Yang family village to be a Jinshi!"

The last sentence of Mrs. Yang's voice was very loud, her neck was raised very long, and she put on airs and prestige.

Others didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and praised Sanskrit again and again, he looked like a clever child, and even those who had seen Sanskrit before said a few words to her, and Sanskrit answered fluently, without any flaws, as if things should be like this, let her The sudden appearance of her was regarded as an accident, not a deliberate arrangement.

Old Mrs. Yang watched from the side, and perfunctory the compliments from everyone. When she found a chance to stand alone with Sanskrit, she said softly, "Can you agree to what I said yesterday?"

"I am the granddaughter of the Yang family, what do you agree or not?" Fanyin smiled, but her smile made Mrs. Yang want to strangle her to death.

"You are not allowed to leave Yangjiacun." Old lady Yang's voice was very firm, "Otherwise I will definitely not let you go, I would rather let them all hate me than I will let you succeed, don't forget, no matter what he says They are all my sons!"

"Are you willing to tear yourself apart?" Fanyin didn't believe her threat, "Whether you want to leave the Yang family or not is not up to me, nor up to you."

Mrs. Yang frowned deeply. Before she could speak again, she saw Yang Zhifei and Yang Zhiyuan had come out of the ancestral hall with a group of relatives from the Yang family. Yang Zhiyuan was walking with an old man. He is gray and his eyebrows are as long as a finger. Although he is dressed plainly, the light in his eyes makes people dare not look directly at him.

People become mature when they grow old, this should be the troublesome old man Yang Zhiqi mentioned.

Mrs. Yang took a deep breath, and changed her mind to meet her. When Yang Zhiyuan saw Sanskrit, he couldn't help smiling, and said to the old man, "Uncle, this is my daughter Huai Liu."

The old man slowly turned his head to look at Sanskrit, and only nodded slightly, "Well, I also heard from your elder brother that she shaves her hair and keeps filial piety for her mother, and she is a filial daughter."

The words were perfunctory, and Yang Zhiyuan also felt quite helpless. The concept of patriarchy will not be changed just because he has won the honor of Jinshi.

Sanskrit rushed forward, supported the old man and said, "Let me help the old man."

The old man paused, stared at Sanskrit, looked up at Mrs. Yang again, and sighed with emotion, "It is your blessing to have such a well-behaved granddaughter, who raises what kind of child, Zhiyuan's daughter It's just different."

There was a sting in the words, obviously dissatisfied with Mrs. Yang.

The old lady could only squeeze out a smile, "Uncle is able to take good care of the third child, and I am relieved. He is also a credit to our Yang family."

"What is our Yang family? Although they are all surnamed Yang, this word has long been separated." The old man raised his hand on crutches, and no longer let the Sanskrit sound support her, "Go back, don't be an eyesore here, so as not to recruit people bother."

"Uncle, please stay and eat before leaving." Mrs. Yang exchanged greetings, and Yang Zhiyuan also persuaded, "Uncle, please stay, let's all be happy together."

Yang Zhiyuan has a lot of face. When he said this invitation, the old man nodded with satisfaction, "You open your mouth. If I don't agree, I will be selling my old man. Let's go."

"Huai Liu, take care of your great-uncle and grandpa, I'll leave it to you." Yang Zhiyuan's instructions frightened the old lady, "How can she take care of her so young? Besides, she can't attend the banquet yet."

"What's wrong? I think this child is not bad, it's her!" The old man's words were stinging, making it clear that he was competing with her.

Old Madam Yang was a little bit reluctant, but before she could say anything, Yang Zhifei hurried over to stop him, "I'll be accompanied by Huai Liu, it's her good fortune that my uncle can take a fancy to this child."

The old man snorted coldly and strode forward. Sanskrit obeyed Yang Zhiyuan's words and served the old man meticulously. Don't look at him as an old, thin old man. When he walked, even she couldn't keep up.

Fanyin did come to the place where the ancestors were worshipped on purpose.

Only when she proves her status, can she truly become Yang Zhiyuan's daughter, otherwise, according to Mrs. Yang's words, she is just a doll for others to play with. manage?
Only by letting everyone see her, know her, and let Mrs. Yang admit that Yang Huailiu really exists, can she save her own life.

And Yang Zhiqi's nagging and complaining when he went to find Yang Zhiyuan just now, Fanyin seized the opportunity. She first stunned the mother-in-law who was guarding her, and then took the opportunity to leave secretly...

Blessed by God, her journey was very smooth, and when she saw Mrs. Yang's distorted face, she also smiled happily in her heart.

She felt warm from the bottom of her heart that Yang Zhiyuan could take the initiative to introduce herself to this old man, and asked her to serve and accompany her. From the few conversations just now, it can be seen that this old man is very important. It's because she won't provoke her easily.

In this way, don't you have a helper?
Sanskrit thought in his heart, took small steps, and helped the old man to walk together.

The woman who couldn't find the sanskrit sound happened to run to the place of the ancestral temple at this time. She was already tired and panting after searching all the way. When she came to this place, her voice was dry and hoarse. , "Miss Si lost, lost... ah!"

The mother-in-law was halfway through speaking, when she saw Sanskrit supporting the old man and walking across from her.

The old man stopped in his tracks and looked at his mother-in-law with a frown. "You're in a panic, what are you doing? This place is offering sacrifices to the ancestors. Why is something so urgent that you're on fire?"

Hearing the old man's reprimand, and seeing Sanskrit's respect for him, the old woman hurriedly stepped aside, "It's okay, I'm serving Miss Fourth..."

"Aren't you helping me tidy up the scriptures? But it's ready?" Seeing the old man looking at her, Fanyin took the words calmly.

The mother-in-law couldn't tell what she was looking for, so she could only reply: "I haven't packed it, there are not enough bookcases."

"Why did you come here without cleaning up? There are not enough book boxes, so I went to the servants of the Yang family to ask for them, and ran to the ancestral hall to yell, don't throw anything away, shame on me!" The old man scolded coldly, as if Not wanting to talk to her anymore, she just turned around and looked at the old lady Yang who rushed over with disdain, and said sarcastically: "The skin is too big, but it's a pity that it's stuffed with a bunch of rotten stuffing, the stuffing is stinky..."

After finishing speaking, the old man continued to move forward. Fanyin smiled inwardly, ran forward with low eyebrows and continued to support him.

Old Mrs. Yang fell back angrily. She didn't hear what she said before, but she heard the old man's last sarcasm very clearly!

Isn't this intentionally disgusting?This is the only old person left in the entire Yangjia Village, but unfortunately she is a generation older than her. She dare not contradict anything, so she can only hold back her anger.

Now that Yang Zhiyuan has gained fame, his sarcasm is even heavier!
Because this is the one who knows that Yang Zhiyuan is not her own son, and the only one who knows besides their family.

Ever since Mrs. Yang married into their village, this old man has always looked down on her, disliked her for putting on a show, pretending to be a rich family, which is incompatible with the simplicity of their village.

Now that her man is gone, her son has become Li Zheng, but this one was not born to her, and the wild son who was expelled a long time ago has become the glory of the Yang family village. How can the old lady Yang feel at ease after being slapped? up?

But what can she do?Yang Zhifei hurried up to appease Shunqi, Yang Zhiyuan had already been pulled aside and circled around.

"I can't bear it, I don't believe that he can live longer than me!" Mrs. Yang said angrily, while Sanskrit was walking and talking with the old man.

"Didn't that old woman erect a tomb for you long ago? Why are you alive again?" Sanskrit did not know how to answer the old man's question, as if those cloudy and old eyes could penetrate people's hearts...

(End of this chapter)