Although it is only a prominent family in the countryside, it is not comparable to the wealthy families in Suzhou Mansion at all, but the Cen family has more than 100 people with their families, and the kitchen is still relatively large. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the kitchen, there are two large stoves, built of bricks and stones, about two feet in diameter, with large iron pots on them, sometimes placed in cage drawers, and can also be used to steam steamed buns. The stove is also two feet deep, and one end is stacked with square bricks, except for a square exhaust hole, which is a beat when viewed from above.

It's already past lunch time, and there is only one old woman still in the kitchen, her husband's surname is Li, and she doesn't have a surname, Cen Hu'er calls her Aunt Li. The old woman was very old, and her hands and feet were not sensitive, and she could not spin cloth, nor could she serve her son, nor could she work in the fields, so she was sent here to cook. Fortunately, the pickles and porridge she made were quite delicious, and she was a "useful person" in the eyes of the master.

"Aunt Li, what else to eat now?" Cen Hu'er slowly walked into the kitchen, waved his hand lightly, swept away the cigarette ash in front of him, and asked loudly.

"Yo, it's the third young master who is back!" The eldest lady was quite enthusiastic and prepared food for him in a panic. This attitude moved Cen Hu'er, who had just received a stomach of anger from his second brother.

"I heard that the third young master is now an official, and he is still a local official, it's not easy!" While babbling this, the eldest lady warmed him a bowl of meat porridge, a plate of pickled vegetables, a bowl of rice and a plate of fried cabbage.

Except for the meat porridge, everything else is cold, but a mouthful of warm meat porridge still makes people feel a sense of pleasure and relaxation from the inside out, as if after a long trek, they finally get a rest, can let go of the heavy burden on their bodies, and enjoy a short rest.

Cen Hu'er took a bite of meat porridge, ate a mouthful of rice, chewed a piece of pickled vegetables, ate happily, and did not forget to answer the eldest mother's question: "It's not bad, Meng Tianzi has blue eyes, and he has been awarded the official position of 'village councilor'." When he said this, his tone was light, as if he didn't care about fame and fortune, but if you look closely at his eyes, you can see the smug look in his eyes.

The difference between the government and the people, what a world of differences, even the smallest Congjipin bureaucrats, is also the ruling class of this country, according to Liu Gong, is the "privileged class", enjoying the advantages of taxation, the legal system, rising channels and so on, while the small officials are different, one day as an official, I am afraid that I will be an official for the rest of my life, and there will never be room for progress.

Therefore, even if Cen Hou'er used all his strength to suppress the joy and excitement in his heart, he couldn't help but reveal clues of getting carried away from his tone.

The eldest lady couldn't hear the turmoil in his heart, but kept saying: "Okay, good, good!" In this way, Aunt Mei can go with peace of mind, the young master is an official, and the aunt can be safe and secure even if she is underground! The old woman said that a good person like my aunt will definitely have a good reward, and this good reward is not on her, but on the young master! ”

When Cen Hu'er heard her words, his original pleasure stopped eating, his face was a little stiff, and even a little painful, and the originally fragrant food in his mouth became a little difficult to swallow, and even like candle wax without any taste.

Aunt Mei was his mother, a concubine, a poor woman who died at the age of twenty-five, a lowly woman who had never enjoyed anything good in her life.

His eyes were misty, and he was lost in thought.

The mother married into the Cen family at the age of fifteen, and Cen Hu'er was naturally not born at that time, but just based on her mother's later appearance, she could imagine her mother's beauty. At that time, her mother was at the age when flowers were blooming, but because of the poverty of her family, she had to marry into the Cen family and be a concubine for the patriarch of this feudal family.

The delicate mother was very favored by her father, and her stomach was also very competitive, and she soon conceived a child for her father, that is, the brother that Cen Hu'er had never seen.

This is a good thing in itself, but it is a pity that it is a difficult thing for a child to grow up, not to mention that when he is still in his mother's womb, there are too many possibilities for a child to die, and even his mother may die together.

When he occasionally knew that he had an older brother before, he once pestered his mother to know the story of his brother, but his mother never smiled miserably, never revealed any information, and never complained about anyone.

All these details were told to him by the kind-hearted Second Uncle Lu.

The eldest woman asked her mother to do a lot of work, and her father should not know about these things, after all, her mother was pregnant with his child, but Cen Hu'er would not forgive her father for this, because although he did not cause torture to her mother, his negligence inadvertently contributed to the eldest woman's domineering behavior.

It seems to be a cold weather like this, and the eldest woman sent her to fetch water without letting her mother eat—and this kind of rough chorus would not be done by the master's concubine, even in a small household, let alone a country family like the Cen family!

Mother didn't know how to resist, and she didn't have the courage to resist.

She was like a poor sheep, with beautiful fur and bright eyes, but she never knew how to use her courage to resist, but only let the shepherds and sheepdogs call around.

She is beautiful and timid.

She is a small person, holding a big bucket, walking by the stream of the cold winter wax moon, walking on the road of no one in the four fields, walking in the dripping and icy air, and going to the slippery and frozen well to draw water.

It's not just deliberately arranged, it's just an accident, but even if it's an accident, it's also an inevitability - often walking by the river, how can a pregnant woman with a big belly not get her shoes wet and go to fetch water, and how can she not wrestle!

The mother had a miscarriage, and his older brother, who had already taken his name, died like this.

When the mother told this story, her face was indifferent, there was no lamentation, no complaints, and on her beautiful face was only guilt for her brother, just a sigh for fate, and this naïve woman seemed to really think that these were all arrangements of fate.

And the eldest woman, after realizing her vicious tricks, intensified and tortured her mother more and more.

Once at a meal, the eldest woman said, "Concubine, isn't it just a 'daughter'?" In that case, why are you able to sit and eat? ”

From then on, my mother no longer had a stool when she ate.

Once to worship the ancestors, the mother was in charge of the Qingxi sacrifice vessel, and the eldest woman said: "The woman who has miscarried is unclean, it will be filthy and sacred, and it is not enough to worship the gods and worship the ancestors!" ”

From then on, my mother was not even qualified to approach the sacrificial vessels.

One night, the father was dragged out of his mother's room, and the eldest woman said, "A woman like this will not get pregnant again after a miscarriage, so don't waste your energy on her." ”

From then on, my father would never spend the night in my mother's room again.

Cen Hou'er stared at the surface of the rice porridge, the crisp surface reflected his delicate face, especially the thin lips, which were almost exactly similar to his mother.

His tears fell into the porridge in large drips, but he drank it in large gulps.

The porridge mixed with tears was salty, but Cen Hu'er felt that it had a different flavor.

"Don't waste food, Hu'er! You have to eat more and grow up fast! Seeing that he was wasting food, the mother frowned and said this, and then she closed her eyes and prayed silently, "Mantian God and Buddha, please bless the healthy growth of the child, the believer is willing to use her life life in exchange for the healthy growth of the child!" ”

He was born in hardship, grew up in discrimination, struggled to survive in hostility, and although he had his father's covert support, this support was only to maintain a basic life, and it was not until he was admitted to Xiucai that he had a little more money - and his mother died a month before he was admitted to Xiucai, who can say that this is not a cruelty of fate!

When the mother died, she was supposed to open half of the main gate and let the hearse go out, but the eldest brother said, "Where is the concubine who died and opened the main gate?" Not even half of the main entrance! ”

So Cen watched as her mother's hearse stepped out of the paint-peeling side door, which was so small that the carriage carrying the coffin barely made it. And he, a ten-year-old child, could only hold back the infinite grief in his heart and accept this unfair reality.

His fists clenched, and he was not convinced.

Mother has never stepped through the front door of this black brass rivet even when she died, and even if she died, she was heavily oppressed under the evil of this Cen Mansion, and she never had her own dignity.

She was born and died, forever oppressed, forever enslaved.

"Oh, it's my wife who is not good enough to bring up this kind of thing!" Aunt Li seemed to have discovered Cen Hu'er's abnormality, she gently slapped herself twice, and kept saying: "It's really wrong for the old woman, don't forget to ...... young master" As she spoke, she ended up mentioning her mother again: "But Aunt Mei is really a good person, she is bullied, and she hasn't forgotten us people, my family's son, I got sick that winter, and I can't cure it, or my aunt took out her private money to treat my family's mouth, and it turned out that the eldest lady knew about it......"

"Don't talk about it." Cen Hu'er said softly.

The eldest lady was silent, she silently put away the meat porridge that had been drunk, and served another bowl to Cen Hu'er.

A bowl full of countless shredded meat.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and some people may not get the treatment they deserve, but they will always live in the hearts of others.

Forever, forever.

Cen Hu'er drank the bowl of porridge in one go, gasped fiercely, and then stood up.

"Do you want another bowl?" The eldest lady asked.

"No, no, that's enough, I've got enough."

He's had enough.

Revenge is about to begin.

Revenge is like a slow death, slow but destined to come.

Revenge may be late, but revenge is never absent.

Cen Hu'er got up, turned his head, and slowly walked out of the kitchen.

The noon sun is dim when the sky is full of snow, and it is clear that it is noon, but it is as depressing as sunset.

Cen Hu'er looked at the sky full of snow, her eyes were solemn, and there was a trace of hatred surging in it.

This hatred is like magma, quietly flowing in the leylines, silently, silently, but once he explodes, he will destroy this world. (To be continued.) )