"However, speaking of which, Yuan Niang is still a five-year-old child, but she is with her wife who recites Buddha all day long, at a young age, but she does not look like a child!"

Here, Mama Zhao didn't seem to see Wang Qifang's surprised appearance, and while talking, she tidied up the room, "Oh, Qi Niang, they are too much, let you live in such a dilapidated yard, and you still say that she is good?!" If you want me to say, you are so kind, anyone dares to bully you! ”

"Alas, if I wasn't worried about you, Yuan Niang wouldn't have been so careful and so wronged, other people's children, when they were as old as her, would only play coquettishly, how could they be like our poor little girl? Of course, thanks to Xiaoya's wife's fate, otherwise, with the identity of an old slave who is not a master or a servant, where can she protect her thoughtfulness? ”

“…… Qi Niang, as the saying goes, 'being a mother is strong', even if you are not for yourself, not for the Wang family, not for the old slave, you have to think about poor Yuan Niang, she is the meat that fell from your body, and she is the daughter of your in-laws! ”

Mama Zhao is the nurse of the Wang family, in the ordinary rich family, the nurse has a higher status than ordinary slaves, not to mention the Wang family with five surnames and seven hopes!? However, since she married into the Wang family with the girl, after all these years of training, she also began to do some rough work and heavy work done by a rough mother-in-law.

Alas, there is no way, who made their girls too cowardly, and in the backyard of the Zhao family, from servants and maids to aunts and grandmothers, which one is a fuel-efficient lamp, which one does not have a pair of powerful eyes, and which one is not a master who bullies the soft and fears the hard?!

The master's position is not secure, and she, who is a nurse, will naturally not have a comfortable life. If it weren't for the distress of her mother-in-law, Mama Zhao would have gone home to reunite with her son.

It can be said that for the sake of Wang Qifang, Mama Zhao not only gave up the opportunity to go home to raise herself, but also was like a rough mother-in-law, aggrieved and busy in the Zhao family, and did her best to protect Wang Qifang and Wang Qifang's daughter Yuanniang.

Of course, it is also beneficial to get used to rough work, no, when Mama Zhao was chattering, she had already tidied up Wang Qifang's bedroom and small courtyard clean and tidy.

At this time, Feng Tiezhu also took two tenant farmers to send the luggage and bedding brought by Mama Zhao. After Mama Zhao heard the door, she picked up something at the door of the small courtyard, and was very dissatisfied and threw back the shabby quilt that Qianniang gave to Qifang to Feng Tiezhu, and closed the door very unceremoniously.

Back in the house, Mama Zhao laid out the mattress, satin quilt and pillow commonly used by Wang Qifang in Zhao's house, and then hung up the lotus-colored tent, and put the toiletries, rouge gouache and some not very valuable head and face jewelry on the kang cabinet that served as a dresser, and then lit the incense burner, took out two small pieces of incense from the purse and threw them into the incense burner, so that the whole room finally had the appearance of a boudoir.

The curling white smoke rose, adding a bit of fragrance and peace to the dilapidated room, Mama Zhao cleaned her hands, and then pulled Wang Qifang back to the kang, and looked at it carefully:

"What did the doctor say after the child dropped?"

Wang Qifang's attention was still on the "daughter Xiaoya", and when she heard Mama Zhao's words, she shook her head indifferently, "I didn't see the doctor." Nurse, I'm fine! ”

"What, you don't even have a doctor? Didn't drink the tonic either? Mama Zhao's face was full of resentment, she bit her lip hard, turned her head to Wang Qifang and said: "Qi Niang, don't blame Mama for speaking bluntly, you should also change your temperament, this time the nurse can see you alive, that is your fate, whoever has a child but does not get the treatment it deserves, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will lose a lot." Now, you have finally survived this catastrophe, but next, do you want to stay in this courtyard for the rest of your life, and you won't be able to see your relatives or little girls for the rest of your life?! ”

Don't want to! So, she is trying to save money and prepare to leave the farm as soon as possible. But, I don't know why, as soon as she heard the names Xiaoya and Yuan Niang, her heart couldn't help but tingle. Could it be that the Buddha-figure is still reluctant?

Seeing Wang Qifang's dejected shake of her head, Mama Zhao's heart hurt again, she brought up the child herself, she still doesn't understand, she has been ignored by her stepmother since she was a child, and she has always hidden everything in her heart and didn't dare to say it.

But this time the matter is too serious, and in the future, it must not be caused by Qi Niang's temperament. Mama Zhao couldn't imagine that if it weren't for the blessing of Mrs. Xian's spirit in the sky, her Qiniang would probably have been killed by that fox. Miscarriage, abuse, and then her husband's ruthless abandonment, woo, why is her seventh mother so pitiful?

In the evening, Wang Qifang declined Mama Zhao's kindness to sleep with her, and invited her to go to the small bedroom next door to rest.

Just kidding, the nurse is Wang Qifang's elder in terms of identity and age, how could she let an old man lay the floor for her vigil?

In the dark night, Wang Qifang lay on the soft and clean bedding, and her heart, which had been terrified for a long time, finally calmed down temporarily, and the person slowly entered the dream.

In the dream, her soul drifted away from her body again, and slowly came to a familiar and unfamiliar courtyard. This courtyard is very small, but the layout is quite ingenious, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, the same passing by, but also reveals a bit of classical elegance.

In the courtyard, the lights were bright, and through the silver-red curtains, she saw a small figure crouching on a huge desk writing. Hey? Who is this, and how does it look so familiar?

Wang Qifang's floating figure passed through the window, came to the little guy's side, and carefully looked at the three or four-year-old girl. A small body, a small hand, but holding a brush, writing something with great seriousness and piety. Wang Qifang took a closer look, and the lines of upright brush characters were written exactly the Dizang Sutra.

What the? Such a young child is actually copying Buddhist scriptures?!

After this thought flashed in her mind, Wang Qifang's heart suddenly hurt like a knife, and tears couldn't help but gush out of her eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to know the identity of the little girl in front of her, it was none other than the eldest daughter of the former Wang Qifang and Zhao Tianqing, the second young master of the Zhao family, and Zhao Yuanniang, who was nicknamed Xiaoya!

"Bang!"

Wang Qifang looked at the small figure under the candlelight with blurred tears in her eyes, and she didn't understand why she was so heartbroken when she saw a child who had no blood relationship with her.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and then it was slammed shut, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old maid ran back angrily, crying to the little girl with tears in her eyes:

"Woo, girl, they, they're too bullying!"

"Who!" The little girl asked in a calm voice that was not her age.

"Aunt Su's third-class envoy beckons girl, Yuzhu!"