I don't know if it's due to the influence of the crossing, the two people who were originally destined for death jumped alive in less than three days. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Master, drink the medicine quickly! I've been frying for half an hour. "Edamame, but Cheng Bai's illness was scared. The good habit of following the doctor's advice is fully reflected in edamame.

If I am healed, can I not drink it? Cheng Bai asked Cheng Yao with his eyes.

I don't count, I'll be blessed, Dad. Cheng Yao shrugged helplessly, and cast a reassuring look.

Just coax the child. Cheng Bai gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, it was really bitter.

Little Edamame still has all his eyesight, but unfortunately there is no sugar at home, so he can only hand over water for Cheng Bai to rinse his mouth.

"It's okay, I'll go out for a walk with Edamame." Cheng Bai sat in the courtyard and was bored, so he ran out.

Cheng Yao could only stare at a vat of pickles. For a long time, the family's income depended on these pickles.

Cheng Yao scratched her head weakly, what she saw after wearing here, the original owner's original memory could emerge, just like a puzzle, restored little by little. For example, when I saw the Zhao family, I remembered that the Zhao family also had a faceless little sister Zhao Meng, who was still the best friend of the original owner. As for the relationship between the original owner and Zhao Meng, if there are any meaningful big or small things, Zhao Meng will have to wait for Zhao Meng to come back from her uncle's house as a guest and meet before she can recall.

For another example, the mother of the original owner died more than a year ago, and this person who will never be seen again, the original Cheng Bai, and the later Bai, only have one title left in Cheng Yao's memory.

Even if the room is full of Bai's breath. Bai's embroidered quilt cover, Bai's dresser, Bai's pickles, Bai's embroidered handkerchief. All things and things are related to the original owner's mother. But in Cheng Yao's memory, the Bai family is just the word Bai. This is a sobering truth.

The conversation triggered by Aunt Zhao's concern learned that Bai's mother and daughter moved here eleven years ago. Bai said to the outside world that Cheng Bai went out to study.

The husband of the front foot goes out, and the wife of the back foot moves, how this thing is very strange. Neighbors talked about Bai's and speculated that Bai might be someone's outer room. However, this Bai is a very well-behaved person. There are no people who don't come and go, and there are no men who come to the door, and the neighbors will be people on weekdays. After a long time, the big guy made a heart to the Bai family.

However, this study has been gone for many years. Everyone speculated that the man either died outside, or abandoned his wife and daughter.

And the fact is that Cheng Yao found a book of harmony written by Wanhe in the thirty years of his home in the cabinet at home, that is, eleven years ago. This letter of reconciliation was verified by Cheng Bai as true.

In response to everyone's speculation, Bai took a tacit attitude. Because whether it is the early death of their husbands or the abandonment of their wives and daughters, Bai and Xiao Chengyao can gain sympathy, and their lives can be better.

Compared with others, the Zhao family knows more. is because the Zhao family has the identity of a servant, and the Zhao family is indeed credible. Cheng Yao speculated on Bai's mentality and thoughts.

Back to the pickles, this pickle is made by the Bai family's ancestral secret recipe, and it is made for the restaurants and restaurants in the county to make side dishes on weekdays. In addition, Bai's embroidery work is doing well, and the embroidery work is subsidized, and the life of the family is safe.

But even so, there shouldn't be so much money at home. An ingot of silver with white flowers is hidden in a jar of pickles.

Cheng Yao held the silver, and there was an angry but helpless cry in his mind: It's amazing to be rich! Someday, I'm going to smash all this money in your face.

Heroic enough! Obviously, Bai is also a temperamental person. But the origin of this silver is unknown, and even Cheng Bai can only shake his head when he sees it, so Cheng Yao has no way to help the Bai family fulfill his wish.

The point is, economic conditions do not allow it. Frankly, the money was spent.

Cheng Bai is a weak scholar who is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, if no one takes care of him, he can starve himself to death. This was said by Cheng Yao's mother, the modern mother, Ms. Lu Lu Xiuhua.

That's right, Cheng's father is an academic madman in modern times, a professor in the Department of Literature, and he likes to study ancient literature and collect ancient calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. It's collecting, not scalping. Those modern ones are all antiques, even if the Cheng family is well-off, they can't withstand Cheng Bai's tossing. Ms. Lu Xiuhua repeatedly ordered control, and Cheng's father did not replace all his belongings with books that he could read or not eat.

Now, when I get here, there are more of Cheng's father's favorite books, and no one cares about them, so Uncle Cheng can't just be happy and buy books.

The original cosy courtyard has undergone a huge change, with two more bedrooms and a study. In a veritable study, the newly made large shelves are already filled with one-third of the books, and this stocking mode has only been open for less than three days, and the trend continues.

It was terrible, Cheng Yao shuddered.

It must be admitted that Cheng Bai's actions in the past few days are the result of Cheng Yao's deliberate connivance. Since the death of Ms. Lu Xiuhua, Cheng's father has been immersed in sadness and longing. Finally, my father was so happy again, and Cheng Yao naturally wouldn't stop it.

But depending on the situation, I'm afraid it won't work if I don't stop it, and the twenty-two silver ingots in the pickle jar have already consumed several.

There are still books on this shelf that are common in this era, and when Cheng's father comes back to his senses and buys the so-called ancient books for this era, it is not something that a few silver ingots can solve.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yao immediately put down the work of making pickles in his hand and thought of hiding the silver.

For incomplete memory, the father and daughter of the Cheng family don't care at all, life is just to go with the flow, if there is an accident in fate, no matter how to prevent it, unexpected things will happen.

Compared with the father and daughter of the Cheng family, the Li Mansion has a bit of a situation where the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

"The eldest young master is coming back soon, right?" A noble lady leaned on the couch and drank the medicine.

The woman who served on the side took the bowl and handed over a stack of preserved fruits: "I have arrived in Fengcheng and checked the accounts there." I guess I will be home in half a month. ”

The house was full of medicinal smells, so Feng's mother lit incense.

"Cui'e, why do you think I gave birth to such a wrong? is polite to others, but to his own mother, his nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not glasses. ”

"Madam, the slave doesn't understand the truth, others often say that only those who are close to them have a temper, and our young master is only afraid that he is also of this temperament." Cui'e is Li's personal maid and nursing sister, and she is more like a sister when she says that she is a master and servant: "Whoever sees the appearance of the eldest young master must say a good word!" ”

"You're talking about it!" My own child was praised for being very happy by the Li family, but before this smile reached the bottom of his eyes, he became melancholy again: "I'm just afraid of Bai Lang's matter, he will blame me!" ”

Cui'e sighed, but she didn't know how to persuade her. When it was time to persuade, she did her best. Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, no amount of talk will help.