The Book of Raising Children by Houmen

Chapter 85
The snow outside was falling more and more heavily, and the road was so dense that it was impossible to see clearly. At this hour, there were far fewer pedestrians. Zhao Jing lifted the curtain, with a slightly dazed expression on her face.

"Miss Jing, there is a carriage blocked at the entrance of the alley, and our carriage cannot get in." The coachman stopped the carriage and poked his neck to look at the carriage blocking the entrance of the alley. The grandeur of a rich family, I don't know who parked the carriage at the intersection, but it made it difficult for people to walk.

"Then let's stop here, it's not far inside, you wait here, I called my brother to come and move things." Zhao Jing helped the car shaft to get down, the embroidered cotton shoes slipped on the snow, He was about to fall down, but the coachman who was waiting at the side was startled, and wanted to reach out to help him, but he was embarrassed.

"The road is not easy. The girl is leading the way. I'll help you take these things over there." The coachman said, and took out the bags of Yinshuangtan and Yutian rice from the carriage. in arms.

Zhao Jing watched helplessly as the man went into the snow. She held a bag of dried fruit in her arms and followed the man.

"Just go forward, and you will arrive at the second door." Zhao Jing pointed the way, while looking at the bluestone slabs on the ground and walked carefully. After snowing, such slate roads are very slippery, so she had to be careful.

When we arrived at the gate, the courtyard gate was half-closed, the coachman put two things at the gate, and was about to leave, Zhao Jing quickly took out the broken silver from the purse and handed it to him, the man waved his hands again and again, and walked back with a silly smile , Who would have guessed that the snowball was kicked, and almost fell backwards, so he turned around in a hurry.

Zhao Jing smiled and watched him go away, then turned around and opened the door.The small coal stove in the yard was stewed with broth, and Zhao Jing could smell it as soon as she came in. The food at home has returned to the same level as before, and I only eat meat once every two or three days. I just made it yesterday, but today it is again The stew was on, probably because Yuan looked at the snow and was afraid that the children would freeze.

Seeing that the kitchen door was open, Zhao Jing shouted at the top of her voice, "Sister-in-law, I'm back."

Yuan Shi heard the voice from a distance, and came out of the kitchen while wiping his hands, "You are back, waiting for you, your brother also said that it is dark today, and I will go out to find someone if I don't see you back."

"Did brother come back today?" Zhao Jing glanced at the main room, the door was closed, but there were candles burning inside, probably because she was afraid that the wind and snow would blow in.

"He doesn't need to work late today, and it's been more than half an hour since he returned." Yuan Shi said while coming to welcome Zhao Jing, only to find that there were still two sacks piled up at the door.Yuan looked down at Zhao Jing's embroidered shoes, which were already half wet, and said distressedly: "You moved these back by yourself? Why don't you come back and call someone!"

Just as Zhao Jing was about to reply, she saw Yuan Shi squatting down and lifting up the bag of Yutian rice. The bag of rice seemed to weigh about fifty catties, and Yuan Shi seemed to be able to pick it up effortlessly.Zhao Jing thought for a while, then put down the small bag in her hand to carry the bag of silver frost charcoal. The charcoal fire looked bulky, but it was not as heavy as rice. But it doesn't move...

At this time, Yuan Shi had already walked to the kitchen door with rice in his arms, turned around and shouted to the main room: "Father, my sister is back, stop sitting and drinking, come out and help."

Zhao Jing wanted to try again, so as to lift the charcoal bag, but who knew that the thing would not move as if it had taken root.She rubbed her frozen hands a little discouraged, and when she turned to greet Zhao Yong, she saw Wei Mingzhen standing under the eaves of her own house.

He was wearing a silver-white auspicious cloud-patterned round-neck gown, with white fox fur inlaid on the collar and cuffs. Standing under this simple tile-roofed house at this time, he felt a sense of intrusion, but it still couldn't conceal his innate goodness. Skin.

Zhao Jing stood up. She was a little embarrassed. She didn't know if Wei Mingzhen had seen her embarrassed appearance just now. Actually, it didn't matter if she saw her. Anyway... It would be better if he gave up on her, but I just feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Jing blessed Wei Mingzhen, thinking that no wonder the carriage looked familiar just now, it turned out to be from the uncle's house.

"Why did Uncle Guo come here? My small temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like yours. Please go back earlier." He felt that Wei Mingzhen came to his home without saying a word, and he was always suspected of watching his own joke.Everyone has self-esteem. Although she doesn't think there is anything wrong with living such a simple life, she doesn't want others to look at her with sympathy.

(End of this chapter)