He opened his chapped lips.

Through the gap in the crowd, he saw a small amount of small Su wine, stepping on the small bench, and so sensibly pressed his handprint on the deed of sale.

He didn't lift it in one breath and fainted again.

Xiao Tingchen held the deed of sale in his arms, and looked at Su Jiu with a smile, "Clean up tonight, and ask your uncle to send you into the city early tomorrow morning." ”

Su Jiu was a little in a trance, and only nodded silently.

Outside the courtyard, the carriage of the Xiao Mansion drove over.

Xiao Tingchen rolled up his wide sleeves and got into the carriage and left slowly.

Jiang Shi held ten taels of silver, looked carefully under the lamplight, and was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth, "Liu'er, aren't you the cloth in the cloth village in the rare town?" Niang Ming'er will take you to buy. And cousin, don't you want a new scythe? Niang Ming'er will also buy it back for you! ”

Although Su Liu regretted that he could not be the wife of the brocade boy, it was also a good thing that the family had an extra ten taels of silver, so he was immersed in great joy with the Jiang family.

Su Tang squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, tears falling down.

His good cousin, who was so painful, was sold like this......

It's hateful that he can't do anything, has nothing, and can't protect his cousin well.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old poor boy secretly clenched his fists, and when he saved enough ten taels of silver in the future, would he be able to redeem his cousin?

The family had different thoughts, and Su Jiu sat alone in a small dark room, staring at the bright moon outside the window.

I don't know how long it took, but she stood up and began to pack her things in the dark.

However, packing up and packing, the United Communist Party only has a small burden.

Following.

The sky is deep blue, and the first quarter moon at dawn bears a bent white afterimage, accompanied by a solitary morning star.

On the winding mountain road, an ox cart slowly drove by.

The sound of the wheels swaying slowly, echoing in the mountains and countryside with white dew.

On the ox cart sat a little girl of seven or eight years old, clinging to a small cloth bag, looking back at the mountain village that was gradually moving away.

The stream where she once caught fish, the mountain forest where she once dug bamboo shoots, the private school where she once secretly hid outside to listen to classes, and the mountain where she once sat alone and missed her mother and father were all shrouded in the morning fog and turned into black spots in her vision.

She lowered her head,

sour nose tip,

But he didn't cry.

In the early morning, the ox cart drove into Jinling City.

On both sides of the bluestone slab brick street, crowded with bustling vendors, selling vegetables, fruits, cakes, shoes, crown combs, beaded and green noodles and other things, bustling and noisy, very lively.

Uncle Su stopped the ox cart and asked for the way to Xiao Mansion, and then drove the ox cart again and continued to walk forward.

It was only after bypassing several long streets that the ox cart finally came to a slow stop outside an alley with black tiles and white walls.

Uncle Su jumped out of the car, picked up Su Jiu, squatted in front of her, and dressed her, "Xiaojiu, you regret it now, Uncle will take you home immediately." The ten taels of silver, we are not rare, just give it back to him. If he doesn't feel enough, his uncle will smash the pot and sell iron, and he will make up for it as well......"

He lowered his head, choked up and unable to speak.

At this time, when the smoke and rain are hazy, the bluestone slab bricks are full of water vapor, and a tree of apricot blossoms in the corner of the wall is in the smoke and water, smudging the ink-like powder.

On the Qinhuai River in the distance, the painting boat is like weaving.

The boat lady held the pipa and played a curling music, and the fat powder breath of Jinling turned into grace and elegance in the azure smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like a splashed ink scroll.

Su Jiu stroked Uncle Su's white temples, and the two dimples were deeply sweet, "Uncle, I don't regret it...... Nor is it afraid. ”