Jiang Baoqing clenched his fists slightly.

Unexpectedly, this matter had a little bit to do with her brother.

She knew in the past that there was no royal law in this world many times.

Jiang Baoqing sighed, helped the female stall owner up from the ground, and comforted: "Auntie, the poor child surnamed Jiang you mentioned is my brother." ”

The female stall owner raised her head violently, grabbed Jiang Baoqing's arm tightly with her backhand, her lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

Do you blame the poor kid surnamed Jiang who was bullied?

In the deepest part of her heart, there is some resentment.

complained that he dropped out of school, and the resentment of the children of those high-ranking officials had nowhere to vent, so they could only settle accounts with her son.

But how can this be blamed?

Aren't the children of lawless officials who should be hated the most?

What did the poor child surnamed Jiang and her son do wrong?

If you want to say it, I blame them for being fathers and mothers, and failing to give their children a background where they are not bullied...... Thinking of this, the female stall owner couldn't help crying again.

Jiang Baoqing let out a long sigh.

When the female stall owner's mood stabilized, Jiang Baoqing continued to talk to her.

The female stall owner's husband's surname is Gao, and her family lives in a small alley in the county seat. It has been almost ten years since her man died, and she has worked hard to bring her son to such a big age, not to mention the hardships.

Aunt Gao has a good hand in embroidery, and there is a small door at home, so that her son Gao Chunhai was admitted to the county school, and it is said that the future is promising.

Because his home is not close to the county school, Gao Chunhai is a day school and goes home from school on time every day. The day before yesterday, Aunt Gao waited for a long time and didn't see Gao Chunhai come back, she was in a hurry, and stayed until dark, and her son's classmates who were a few streets away secretly came over behind her back and told her that Gao Chunhai had provoked the children of high-ranking officials in the county school because he spoke for others, and was pushed and locked up by them.

Aunt Gao was in a hurry, but when she went to the county school, she had no clue at all, and no one could help her.

Later, there was still a high-ranking official's son who reluctantly opened his mouth, saying that he would ask for twenty taels and promised to say good things for Gao Chunhai and let others let him go.

The desperate aunt had to come back to raise money.

The small door in the alley of her house, because the geographical location was not very good, she sold it in a hurry, and the price was lowered, and in the end it was only sold for six taels of silver.

Aunt Gao emptied her family and only managed to make up a few taels of silver, plus the money from selling the door, it only added up to twelve taels.

There is still a full eight taels of silver.

For these eight taels of silver, Aunt Gao is begging people to borrow money everywhere, and the neighbors who had a good relationship in the past are mostly poor people.

In the past two days, Aunt Gao has only eaten half a steamed bun.

She couldn't wait to sell the dilapidated house in her family to make money.

But she couldn't.

It was the ancestral house of their Gao family, and her man took her hand before he died, and he instructed two things. One is to raise the child to adulthood, and the other is to sell the ancestral house no matter how difficult it is.

When Aunt Gao said this, she wiped her tears: "My son can't be saved, I still care what the dead ghost commands!" When I went back, I sold the house, and I was able to make up a little bit of it. ”

Jiang Baoqing rubbed the soles of the bast shoes he bought from Aunt Gao, and the needlework was dense and neat, giving people a very tough feeling.

"If you sell the house, will you be able to make up the money?" Jiang Baoqing said slowly, "Even if you try your best to get together the money, when your son comes back, where will your mother and son live?" ”

Aunt Gao wiped her tears with the back of her somewhat dry hand: "Where can I manage so much, how can I save Chunhai first...... It's been two days, and in a few days, I'm afraid it's a spring sea ......"

Aunt Gao choked up and couldn't speak.

Jiang Baoqing put the two pairs of baptist shoes into her small baggage, and she got up: "Aunt Gao, don't be in a hurry to sell the house first." I've been to the county school, I'll go over and take a look, maybe I can find your home Gao Chunhai. ”

Aunt Gao's eyes suddenly glowed, but in an instant, the brilliance dimmed. Aunt Gao shook her head: "Little girl, you are a good boy, but the other party's family is powerful, you can't fight, otherwise your brother will not be bullied and drop out of school." If something happens to you, my conscience will not be able to say anything. ”

Jiang Baoqing waved his hand and said with a smile: "Aunt Gao, don't worry, if there is really any danger, I will definitely protect myself first." I'm just going to go and see. ”

Aunt Gao bit her lip and wanted to say something, but she stopped trembling again.

She didn't dare to expect anything from the thin little girl in front of her, and the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

But she wanted to believe in this thin little girl.

In desperation, she needed a little light too much.

……

Jiang Baoqing remembered the road clearly, and she went to the county school clearly.

At this time, the county school was the day of school, the high gate was closed, and the sound of books inside came from the high wall.

Jiang Baoqing walked back and forth a few steps around the gate of the county school, thinking of countermeasures.

How is she going to get in?

Saying that her brother had something left in the county school and she came to pick it up definitely won't work.

At this moment, Jiang Baoqing saw a doctor carrying a medicine box and a child knocking on the door a few times in front of the gate of the county school.

The porter opened the corner door and looked at it, "Are you?" ”

The doctor reported to himself: "I am a doctor from the Compassion Hall, and several students in your hospital are suffering from the cold and cannot get up, so your hospital asked me to come to the outpatient clinic." ”

The concierge's demeanor immediately became a lot more respectful: "Disrespectful and disrespectful, it turned out to be the doctor of the Compassion Hall, please trouble you here." ”

The porter led the doctor in.

Jiang Baoqing's eyes lit up.

Two quarters of an hour later, there was another knock on the door of the county school.

The porter opened the corner door, and when he saw it, he was a little stunned, why is he a doctor again?

The doctor was a little immature, with a moustache on his upper lip, and he looked a little more mature. He was followed by a little medicine boy with a medicine box on his back, the little medicine boy was dressed as a small girl, his hair was stuffed into his hat, he was probably young, and he looked a little androgynous.

The porter muttered, "Why is there another doctor?" ”

The doctor's face was solemn: "I am the doctor of Kangning Hall." Some of you people say that the student has a cold, and he asked me to come to the doctor. ”

The porter was a little confused: "Another doctor has been here just now?" ”

The doctor frowned slightly: "The wind and cold can be big or small, or your academicians are worried about the safety of students, so Tete invited a few more doctors to come over." You don't have to stop it, the student's business is no trivial matter, in case you are here to block and delay the treatment, if the student has something to do, can you afford to take responsibility? ”

The porter trembled at what the doctor said.

At present, most of the people in the county school are the children of high-ranking officials and nobles, and no matter which one has an accident, he can't afford to bear this responsibility!