Xu Zhongxian smiled and pumped the horse's belly, letting the horse run faster: "By the way, Yu Niang said that we should wait for Qiaoqiao?" ”

Later, he learned that the "boy" was not a "boy" but the young grandmother of the Zhang family, not only him, but even Huijun still didn't figure out how Yu Niang knew about their past, and how he knew that he was hidden in a blacksmith shop in Dongzhou at the moment.

However, none of this matters, the most important thing is that Yu Niang helped them and was his benefactor Xu Zhongxian.

Speaking of her daughter Zhang Qiaoqiao, Li Huijun's voice weakened: "It's in the town ahead." ”

"Huijun, don't worry, Qiaoqiao is your daughter, she must be able to understand you as a mother." Xu Zhongxian comforted softly.

Li Huijun smiled forgivingly, I hope so!

.......。

In the early hours of the next morning.

Yu Niang was afraid that Zhang Qiaoqiao would not be able to bear the blow of losing her mother and fall ill, so she came to Changxiangju early.

"Woo woo, mother, mother..., how can you bear to leave Qiaoqiao, what should you do if Qiaoqiao leaves? Woo... Mother....! ”

"Miss, don't cry, beware of crying, if your aunt is here, I don't want you to be so sad."

"My daughter is not filial, and I haven't even been able to see my mother's last face, mother..."

"Miss, what are you doing? Put the scissors down. ”

"Don't come here, let me die, my mother is gone, what's the point of me living, I can't even keep my mother's body, what face do I have to live?"

I didn't see a single person in the courtyard where I lived for a long time, listening to the movement in the room, Lin Yuniang hurriedly patted the vermilion door panel: "Open the door, open the door quickly." ”

Zhang Qiaoqiao's nurse Li Shi looked at the trance-like young lady worriedly, sighed, and went to open the door.

"Young lady, go and persuade Miss, Miss ......." Lee's words choked in his throat.

Lin Yuniang nodded to Li after entering the door, Li sighed, went out alone, and closed the door by the way.

Zhang Qiaoqiao was barefoot at the moment, shaking a pair of scissors, and shrunk in the corner with her cloak scattered.

"Third sister, it's my jade girl." Lin Yuniang tried her best to rub her voice.

Zhang Qiaoqiao shook his head when he heard the voice, and whispered: "Yu Niang." ”

Seeing her stunned expression, Lin Yuniang felt pity: "Don't be afraid, put down the scissors first, listen to me, okay?" ”

Zhang Qiaoqiao wept silently, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Lin Yuniang walked to a position less than two meters away from her and squatted down, took out a letter from her arms, and handed it to Zhang Qiaoqiao: "Don't ask anything, don't say anything, open it and see." "This letter was handed to her by Aunt Hui a few days ago.

Zhang Qiaoqiao crawled two steps on the ground like a device, took the letter, and slowly opened it with trembling hands.

But in the blink of an eye, her face changed greatly: "This..." ”

"Shh Lin Yuniang's eyes glanced out of the door, and she was careful that the wall had ears.

Zhang Qiaoqiao nodded, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Really?" ”

Lin Yuniang smiled and didn't answer: "I want to hear your thoughts." ”

Zhang Qiaoqiao didn't dwell on it for too long, and finally nodded heavily.

Lin Yuniang breathed a sigh of relief, she could only be a good person to the end, approached Zhang Qiaoqiao, and whispered in her ear.

Zhang Qiaoqiao is very smart, after Lin Yuniang simply told her what to do, she began to smash things like crazy and drove Lin Yuniang out.

The vacated position of the head of the rice shop is now a fragrant bun, and everyone in Zhang's mansion wants to get it, but the old lady just doesn't let go.

"Mother, you see that Ying'er is also older, even Yu Niang can help our Zhang family's medicinal herb shop, and Ying'er can't stay with those people who are not indiscriminate and idle all day long, you see ......." Zitong pulled Zhang Biying, who had a blue nose and swollen face, to the old lady.

Zhang Biying flattered the old lady: "Grandma, Ying'er doesn't want to do nothing all day long, and others will see jokes, and Ying'er also wants to contribute to our Zhang family." ”

"You stay in the house all day long, embroider and play the piano, and be your eldest lady, who will laugh at you?" The old lady's hand playing with the beads paused.

Zhang Biying immediately lowered her cheek: "Grandma is eccentric, I would rather believe in Yu Niang, an outsider, than trust your own granddaughter." ”

The old lady changed her face.

Zitong scolded: "Ying'er. ”

Zhang Biying pouted and stepped aside, not daring to speak again.

Zhang Shirong, who also came to greet the old lady, grabbed Zhang Biying's hand and knelt in front of the old lady: "Grandma, Shirong and Ying'er have already been crowned, and they are happy with each other. ”

The three daughters of the Zhang family, one twenty, one nineteen, and one eighteen, have long passed the age of marriage, especially Zhang Biying, who has reached the age of twenty, is already an old girl.

The old lady pressed several granddaughters to death, and refused to let go of their marriage, because she was afraid that the Zhang family's family business would fall into the hands of others, after all, the only person in the Zhang family who could continue the incense was an idiot.

And although Zhang Shirong is said to be the grandson of the old lady's brother, he came over to be the son of the Zhang family, but in the old lady's psychology, the closest is his own grandson.

Once Zhang Biying officially marries Zhang Shirong, then the child born will be the great-grandson of Zhang Fu, that is, the future heir of the Zhang family, which is not what the old lady wants to see.

The old lady put down the Buddhist beads in her hand and looked at the two grandchildren kneeling in front of her: "It won't be long before the Queen Mother's birthday is coming. "I hope that Yu Niang's belly will compete for some gas, and she will be able to have a boy and give birth to a great-grandson before Ying'er.

Zhang Shirong tightened his fists hanging on both sides, and kowtowed to the old lady respectfully: "Grandma Grandma, grandson!" ”

"Old lady, it's not good..., Third Miss... The third lady hanged herself from the cantilever beam. At this moment, a subordinate ran in in a panic.

.......。

looks inside, there are few maids, but they are very noisy.

"Leave me alone, let me die, let me die, what ...... I'm still alive for."

"Bang!" The carved vermilion door was vigorously pushed open, and the old lady took the lead and walked in.

"As the third lady of the Zhang family, what kind of system is it to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself like this?"

The old lady roared, Zhang Qiaoqiao dropped the white silk in her hand, covered her face and fell on the bed in the boudoir and cried.

Zitong, who followed over, and her daughter Zhang Biying, who was wearing a white veil on her face, did not enter the door, but stood outside the door to watch the joke.

"Tell me, what's going on?" There are a lot of things happening in the Zhang family these days, which makes the old lady physically and mentally exhausted, and even the tone of her speech is not very good.

Zhang Qiaoqiao raised her head from the pink futon, her delicate little face was full of tears: "Grandma, Qiaoqiao is not filial, her biological mother died, as a human daughter, she can't even collect the body for her, Qiaoqiao has no face to live in this world." ”

Filial piety comes first, which has been handed down since ancient times.