On the twentieth day of Yu Zichen's departure, Jin Niang found the young lady in her aunt's study, and saw that she was sleeping sweetly on the desk, and the candles were still burning, I was afraid that she had read the book all night again. She had heard the young lady muttering a few days ago, saying that her uncle's collection of books looked very interesting.

"Miss," Jin Niang called softly, if it weren't for Steward Feng urging outside, she couldn't bear to call her up, "Miss, Steward Feng is waiting outside, saying that there is something urgent." ”

Qing Rang rubbed his eyes, and saw that the room was bright, and he was still a little confused, "Jin Niang, come in with a basin of water, and let Steward Feng wait for a while." ”

Jin Niang waited for Qing Rang to finish washing, and Feng Qian came in, "Young aunt, there are a lot of people gathered outside the house, and they are clamoring to see you." ”

"Want to see me? Do you know what it is? ”

"I don't know who revealed the news, but many farmers came to ask for a talk about the land requisition."

Qing Rang took a sip of water, "It's been a busy but stable past few days, I'm still strange, let's go out, the Yu family must always have someone to make the people of Nanxiang angry." ”

Although Qing Rang was prepared in her heart, she really walked out of the gate and saw that there were so many people in front of the door that she could barely see the end, and she could feel the commotion of the crowd every time she stepped down the stone staircase.

"I am the young aunt of the Yu family, Duanmu." Qing Rang reported to his home, and the people below were talking about it, but they didn't expect that it was a thin woman standing there alone, and the leader of the discussion shouted to Qing Rang: "We are the poor people of Nanxiang, I just want to ask the young aunt, do you want to take back the leased land?" ”

Qing Rang glanced at the crowd, some people had pleading in their eyes, as if they didn't want to hear her affirmative answer, and some people had resentment in their eyes, as if as long as she was a positive answer, they would tie her into the coffin and bury her. Her heart trembled for a moment, and she didn't know how to speak.

"Young aunt," a woman said sadly, "my man has worked in the mine for half his life, and now that the iron mine is gone, the family will be cut off, if we take our world again, then how can our family survive......" Tears came down as she spoke, and the people she suffered seemed to have the same feelings as her, and nodded one after another.

"If you take heaven and earth, you won't give us a way to live!" When someone raised their arms and shouted, the people below became even more excited.

The women wept more, the men became angry, and the scene became more and more chaotic. Although Qingrang stands tall, it is more like a rootless ping in the wind, thin and helpless.

"Miss, go back to the house to avoid it first, these people are all thugs, in case you ......" Jin Niang was worried, and stepped forward to persuade that now that there is a nursing home, she can still get out of the house, if there is a riot, it will be difficult to control.

"Jin Niang, I don't know how to explain it in order to erase the despair in their eyes." She also began to waver, whether her own ideas can really help these people, Bao Yu's family, she is full of confidence, but if she wants to protect the people of Nanxiang, she still owes a few points in her heart.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, dark clouds pressed down, a flash of lightning and thunder, and a shower of wipers swept down. Half of the crowd in front of the door scattered and hurriedly hid from the rain, but there were still half standing in the rain and looking straight at Qingrang, waiting for an explanation, but the mood obviously settled down.

Jin Niang stepped forward to cover the rain for Qing Rang, Qing Rang took the umbrella, walked to the crowd still standing there, she covered the umbrella on the head of the woman who begged her, "The Yu family has been rooted in Nanxiang for several generations, although the iron ore has been exhausted, but I swear that I will not abandon the people of Nanxiang." ”

"Young aunt, are you not going to accept our land?"

"No, I'll definitely take it!" Her voice was unusually firm in the wind and rain, and people who thought there was hope did not believe what they heard.

Someone pulled Qingrang, and the guards were afraid that they would be unfavorable to Qingrang, so they carried a sword to protect the front and separated those people.

It was Yu Shaosheng who walked away, he walked quickly, and Qing Rang could hear the cry mixed with the sound of the rain behind him more desperate than before, and his heart was also very stuffy.

"Brother and sister, you go back to the room to change your clothes first, and I'll handle it here." Yu Shaosheng has always managed the iron mine and got along very well with the people, and he was to appease him, and Qing Rang was also relieved, but before he could return to the house, the people below came to spread the word again, saying that there was something wrong with Xianyuan.

The carriage was driven by Feng Sign, and it was too late to go back to the room to change clean clothes, Jin Niang helped Qingrang wipe the rainwater, and her eyes were a little moist, even if she was a concubine in Linsu, her own young lady had not suffered these crimes.

At the gate of Xianyuan, the maid and the green girl were already waiting, and when she saw Feng Sign's carriage from a distance, she greeted her with an umbrella.

"Madame has refused to eat since yesterday, and today the thunder and rain seem to be frightened, and she huddles in bed to prevent people from getting close." The green girl looked anxious and said to Feng Qi, but when she saw Qing Rang coming out of the carriage, her face was slightly gloomy, and she bowed casually.

Please let smell a familiar fragrance, into the yard can't help but gasp, the original Yufu camellia are here, as if scattered from the sky, the courtyard is covered with all kinds of camellias, there should be someone to take care of, the camellia is beautiful and exquisite, at this time the rain beats, more beautiful and delicate.

"Madame has always loved camellias." Feng Jian saw that Qing Rang stopped and explained in a low voice.

"It turns out that this is what is called Camellia loves him." She thought it was Xuanyin, but she didn't expect it to be his biological mother, but it can be seen that he lied, in the south of Yufu, the garden is full of camellias, and he said goodbye, how can he say that he doesn't like camellias?

There are only slender paths in the park, and the green girl leads the way in front, and the long skirt falls to the ground, and Feng Qian follows closely. When she arrived at the door of the room, the green girl blocked her and prevented Qing Rang from entering, "Mrs. doesn't like to be born, and now she is weak, if she sees the young aunt, she will be frightened again......"

"Green girl, don't be rude!" Feng Qian had already seen that the green girl must have listened to the gossip between the people in the house, and she didn't like Qing Rang, and she dared to be so presumptuous because she was happy with the young marshal on weekdays.

"She's right, I'm looking out the window." Please move to the window, and look at a lady curled up on the bed, her hair is half white, her eyes are blank but her face is a little frightened, if she guessed correctly, Shaw Brothers should have been stupid for many years. The green girl went in and cleaned up the broken bowls on the ground, and the Shaw kept throwing sundries at her.

"How did Mrs. do this in the past?"

"Madame hasn't been sick for a long time, even if she was sick in the past, as long as the young marshal came, talked to her, and played some tunes, it would be better, but now the young marshal ......"

Qing Rang took a closer look and found that although Shao's eyes were blank, he was not looking towards the door, he should be looking forward to someone, and that person was now thousands of miles away. Maybe the mother and son are connected, and she is so uneasy because she senses that her son is suffering from afar.

"You go and ask the doctor to prescribe some soothing medicine, cook it first, and I'll go out."

Before Feng Qian could react, he saw Qing Rang rushing into the rain with his skirt, and the long skirt floated up along the way, fluttering on the camellia, like a light butterfly.