Chapter 3 Tofu Shih Tzu in Qinghe County (2)
Qi Su Niang glanced at Mrs. Wang, and said quietly: "Where did you hear about it?" Maybe? My grandfather never mentioned it. ”
Mrs. Wang shook her head again and again, and said: "It is said that the old woman has also grown in Qinghe for fifty-two years, and the county lords who have experienced it are not one a year, but more than a dozen, and there is no better official than Lord Chen." But no matter how good Lord Chen is, he is also a man, the world is as black as a crow, and the cat is not stealing. Since beating this little widow and killing the man, he has hooked up with the county lord with all his strength, who in the county doesn't know, who doesn't know? After that, he took another sip and said, "She has no son, only a daughter, and there is no man in the family to support the door, and she is so poor that she has no overnight food, so it is common sense that she can't keep it." It's just that the man died last year, and the filial piety period has not yet passed halfway, so he made this kind of thing, and I can't even look down on the old woman. ”
Qi Su Niang was about to speak, when she suddenly heard a terrible scream: "Plague Seven! I don't care about you! Don't touch my Lil! ”
Qi Su Niang and Mrs. Wang heard the sound like a she-wolf howling, and they were both shocked, and hurriedly stood up and looked. I saw that at the mouth of the grass alley on the side of the market, the tofu stall fell to the ground, and the widow Xu had her hair in a messy bun, her face was hideous, and she insisted on beating a few idlers with her hard shoulder, "Get out!" Get the hell out of here! ”
The leader was an idle man in his thirties, his clothes were wide open, revealing his white breasts, and he had a good appearance with red lips and white teeth, but his complexion was as hideous as that of a widow Xu. He was holding a little girl in his hand, with a round face and big eyes, and she was cute, but she cried loudly and shouted: "Mother, mother, Li'er don't be sold------"
The leading idler grabbed the flat burden that came, and even pushed the side with the flat burden, and said angrily: "Tofu Shih, your dead ghost man owes the master ten hanging money, it is in black and white, and I didn't wronged you for half a point!" asked you to follow your master to the back streets of the county, delicious food and drink, but you don't know how to lift! Now that I don't sell you little cub, where will my lord's money come from? ”
The widow was pushed to the ground, and her plain white filial piety clothes were already covered with loess. She rushed to climb forward, hugged the little girl desperately, did not ask anyone to drag her away, and shouted: "Plague Seven, you unconscionable!" The slave mother and daughter will not enter the pickled and dirty place when they die! The slave family sells tofu every day, and there will always be a day when you will pay back your money, why do you bother to force the slave orphans and widows to a dead end! ”
The plague sneered: "Selling tofu? How much money can I make selling tofu? If you don't have this hue, I'm afraid you won't even be able to raise this little cub! You seduced the county lord, did you think the lord would not dare to look for you? Be careful if you stab your affairs to Mrs. Xiantai, you are a dead end! "With that, I'm going to grab Nalier.
Qi Su Niang couldn't help frowning, but Mrs. Wang was speechless: "This seventh member of the Wen family has been beaten twice by the county lord, and he has never dared to come to our set to grab things and play tricks, let alone ask her for money. Now I'm afraid that seeing your wife coming, the county lord can't take care of her, so he dares to come over. ”
The tofu Shih Tzu was small in the end, and when he saw that the daughter he was holding in his arms was about to be dragged away by the plague, he jumped up suddenly, his hair was scattered, and he looked like crazy, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Even if the county lady comes, the old lady is not afraid, and the old lady is on the bed of the county master?" The old lady is the county lord's person, if you dare to treat the old lady and her daughter today, the county lord can't spare you when he comes back! ”
At that time, there were already a lot of people around, hearing such a talk, the commotion was everywhere, and Mrs. Wang was frightened: "She dares to say this?" It's just rotten in the stomach, and the old man Xu in her dead husband's family is afraid that he will be half angry this time. The plague Qi also changed his face, hesitated for a while, and finally took a sip and walked away with his subordinates, leaving only the tofu Shih Tzu holding his daughter and crying bitterly.
Qinghe County is only ten miles away, everyone is related to the past, one is ten, ten is hundred, this matter is known to the whole county. Wang Zhutou was full of anxiety, and wanted to find Yundian Shi to come up with an idea, but he saw that Mrs. Xiantai, who stayed in the backyard every day, walked out from behind the screen and actually walked into the front hall.
The subordinate officials in the hall avoided one after another, and Wang Zhutou was about to withdraw in a hurry, when he suddenly heard Mrs. Xiantai calling: "Wang Zhutou stays." ”
Wang Zhutou's cold sweat flowed down from his vest all the way, and his colleagues all looked at him with "you ask for more blessings" and retreated early.
Qi Su Niang looked at the pale Wang Zhutou, smiled slightly, and said, "Wang Zhutou, do you think you have heard about the things outside?" ”
Wang Zhu's mind was in a hurry, and he couldn't think of a prevarication, so he had to stammer: "Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the little one heard about it." "Because the head catcher has no grade and no rank, he is just a Xu official who has not entered the stream, and he can't be called a subordinate official, and he only dares to be called a small one in front of the seven-grade people.
"Who is the plague seven?"
Wang Zhutou heard that he was asking Plague Seven, and hurriedly replied: "If Mrs. Hui speaks, the Plague Seven was originally surnamed Wen, and his big name was Wen Baohui." The three generations of his ancestors were all stove households in the Qinghe salt farm, and he also had the head of the salt farm. He used to have some family wealth, but when his generation was defeated, he only bought out the stove and got money to live. Because of the early death of his father and mother and no one to take care of him, he bullied the market on weekdays, did all kinds of evil, and was caught by the county lord and beaten twice on the board, and now he is honest. ”
Qi Su Niang smiled lightly and said, "In this way, the widow who sold tofu really owes him ten yuan?" ”
Listening to the words "the widow who sells tofu", Wang Zhutou's sweat flowed down again, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Mrs. Hui's words are indeed the debts owed by her man before he died. ”
Qi Su Niang nodded and said: "Although it is in arrears, there is no reason to sell the population, and it is inconvenient for the women to talk about the affairs in the court, let Yundian Shi watch it." He didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went back to the backyard.