The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 264: Little padded jacket (1)
Ziqing was a quiet woman, and Guan Fu spoiled her very much, and he was reluctant to let their mother and daughter suffer a little bit. Before his leg was injured, Ziqing would not go out to pick up work.In the evening, the light and shade in the patio are cool, and I often like to sit in the crook of my legs with Xiuhe in my arms, and tell her stories of the past.

It is said that the master of the theater troupe is painful to beat someone, besides hanging his throat, he has to stretch his muscles and bones.The legs can't be stretched so well that they are hung upside down. Two ropes pull the left and right legs apart, which is almost tearing people apart. Before the age of 12, they are already red. It is said that there is a long man named Tongqian Walk through the alley, walk through the alley, until you arrive at the door of the old man's house.There are soldiers guarding the door of the old man's house, not letting her approach, even if she gets close, she will be beaten.Sometimes I was severely punished by my master, and I missed my mother, so I sneaked out during my afternoon nap, and walked along the alley, and then I suddenly remembered that I had no home, and my mother was not in this world.

How old was Xiuhe at that time, maybe two or three years old, maybe a little older.Don't understand, ask Ziqing: Mom, why doesn't the old man let you in?
Ziqing smiled, the smile was cool and distant, as if he was telling another person's story.Clutching Xiuhe's pink and tender little hand, he said: The maidservant was ruined by the old man, and she will lose face if it is spread out.They think mothers are dirty.The nobles in that city value face more than hits.

Xiu He still didn't understand what the face was, and suddenly she forgot it when she turned her head. The next time Ziqing said it again, she asked again.Ziqing also took the trouble to answer.

Xiuhe is a late talker, a quick learner, but not smart in dealing with people.When she was a child, Ziqing saw her daughter's pink and obedient, and thought she had been kicked in the stomach and her little brain was broken early in the morning.When I was two years old, I climbed on a bamboo chair to play alone, and suddenly called out "Dad", squinting the crescent moon, hanging on the side of Honghong's little mouth, with a sweet and thin voice.Ziqing was ladling water in front of the stove, and Guan Fu was splitting wood, when she suddenly heard her cry, the whole room seemed to be silent for an instant.Then Ziqing's eyes turned red.

Xiuhe's first sentence was actually called "Father". Ziqing was only submissive and obedient to Guan Fu at first, but in the next few years he took the initiative to show consideration for him.

There is nothing to say about Guan Fu's love for his daughter.

Ziqing often told Xiuhe that she was a little girl, and the old man trampled on her so hard, but he couldn't kick a piece of her flesh off.Xiuhe was still young at that time, and didn't know what trampling meant, but she had an instinctive fear of the "old man" in the story in her heart.

Thinking about it now, I feel that what Ziqing said was absolutely right, it was indeed fate——

How can it not be called fate?

On the evening of the last day of October, the ticking red stretched from Xiuzhuang all the way along Huacuoli Lane.Mei Xiaoting ran fast, and in the panic, she didn't know how pale her face was, but Mei Xiaoting's anxious voice was something she had never heard before.

The brows were deeply fixed on that beautiful face, and the phoenix eyes stared at her obsessively. Contradictions of self-blame and despair were mixed in it, and it seemed that tears were about to overflow.The old lady walked out of the compound with three inch golden lotus, and was about to go to the temple with the eldest wife and second wife to pray for blessings, but she was almost bumped by him.

But there was no time to scold him, the three women heard that the second young lady fell on her back and said, "Amitabha, God bless you", they didn't even have time to pick up their pipes, so they hurriedly bumped their legs and went to the embroidery village.

Xiuhe's vision became dim, and she only felt a dull pain in the place where her wrist was cut, and her eyes sank.

(End of this chapter)