Early the next morning.

Ye Qing came out of Pingle Fang with a burden of noodles and returned to Qifeng Fang, the most dilapidated place in Huaiyang City.

Walking through the cramped alleys, Ye Qing came to the private school in Qifengfang.

"Brother Ye, you're here."

The tiger-headed childish tiger wiped his nose with the sleeves of his cotton coat that had been washed to white and grinned.

Ye Qing put down the stall, took out an orange that he hadn't eaten last night and handed it over, and reached out to rub Huzi's messy hair, and asked softly:

"Can you review your homework last night?"

"Thank you, Brother Ye, I carried it for a long time last night, and I will not let Mr. hit my palm today."

Huzi happily held the orange and swallowed saliva in his mouth.

Ye Qing smiled and walked into the private school with Huzi.

A middle-aged man in a blue cotton coat with an elegant atmosphere sat on a wooden couch in the courtyard, holding a book in his hand and looking at it carefully.

"I've seen Mr. Zhang, I don't know if you called the kid, what is the so-called matter?"

Ye Qing let Huzi enter the study hall, then walked to the wooden couch and asked with a smile.

Mr. Zhang Jing put down the book with a smile and looked up at the rare handsome face.

"Do you think about what I said to you before? Have you ever changed your mind? ”

Ye Qing's expression suddenly froze, and he decisively refused: "Mr. Hugh wants to mention it again." ”

"The kid has sound limbs and can support himself, even if he is rich in the Song family, the kid will definitely not be the son-in-law."

Zhang Jing, who knew that it would be this answer, sighed regretfully:

"Song Yuan is generous and benevolent, and has no children under his knees, if you marry the little lady of the Song family, you should treat you as your own, and you can also get rid of your lowly status and gain fame."

If a lowly man marries a good woman, he can get rid of his lowly status and become good in the way of wealth, and his children and grandchildren will be given their mother's surname, and future generations can completely get rid of the miserable situation of hereditary lowly status.

But in this feudal era, there are only a handful of people who recruit sons-in-law, and as a son-in-law, they have no dignity at all, and even lowly people look down on them.

Even if he has achieved fame, he has been ostracized everywhere, despised by others, and cannot be promoted.

Besides, 'good-looking skins are three or two nights, and interesting souls are three hundred pounds'.

But it's not good-looking or interesting, just giggle and drool, and ride people as horses all day long.

What's more, Ye Qing's dignified seven-foot man would not have bent his waist for five buckets of rice.

Otherwise, he would have been a special gunman for a certain gentleman, or a staff member who was raised, and he would not have stayed in this slum and begged for freedom.

Ye Qing shook his head, he took out three taels of silver from his arms and respectfully handed them to Zhang Jing.

"Sir, this is my sister's tuition fee for the spring, so I'm bothering you a lot."

Zhang Jing, who had not taken the silver, looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes, leaked the cover of the book in his hand, and asked elegantly:

"Ye Qing, can you turn over this book of "Di Gong's Detective Collection"?"

Ye Qing bowed his head and said, "Sir, the kid has seen it." ”

"What can you realize?" Zhang Jing put down the book and sat upright.

Ye Qing pondered for a moment and replied: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, but a gentleman does something and does not do something." ”

"The worst thing in the world is not ghosts, but people's hearts."

Ay!

Zhang Jing, whose eyes were full of admiration, let out a long sigh in his mouth, and said regretfully: "It would be nice if you weren't cheap." ”

I don't know how many times I have heard the emotion that did not bring the slightest fluctuation to Ye Qing.

He simply laid the silver on the table of the wooden couch and prepared to take his leave.

The moment Zhang Jing turned around, he pondered for a moment and reminded:

"Qing Xiaolang, Qi Yuanwai is looking for a child daughter-in-law for his son these days, be careful."

Suddenly, Ye Qing's footsteps stopped, and there was ruthlessness in his always gentle eyes.

Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die.

Ye Qing took a deep breath, turned around and saluted Zhang Jing, and strode away.

The long back quickly disappeared into the private school.

Zhang Jing picked up the book again, but after reading it for a long time, he didn't read a word.

He looked up at the clear sky and smiled bitterly:

"The hemp rope is broken in detail, and bad luck is looking for miserable people!"

……

Ye Qing calmed his face and returned to his small but clean and warm home.

He washed his face with water from the well, and relieved his fatigue by the cold, and then quickly chopped wood to cook on the fire.

After simply stir-frying two green vegetables and cooking a large pot of noodle soup.

Ye Qing came to the dilapidated courtyard next door with the food, squeezed out a gentle smile, and shouted into the house:

"Zhang Weng, come out to eat."

Ahem!

A weak cough came from the room filled with the smell of herbs.

"Qing Xiaolang, didn't you say that if you are busy all night, don't worry about us anymore and rest directly?"

"Even if you're young, your body can't withstand such a toss."

The old man, who was scrawny and had a dark face, walked out of the house slowly.

The dim eyes looked at Ye Qing full of pity and guilt.

Ye Qing didn't answer, put the food on the wooden table in the courtyard that was eaten by insects, and quickly stepped forward to help Zhang Weng to sit down at the table.

"What about Po Zhang? Why didn't you see her? ”

Hearing this question, a smile appeared on Zhang Weng's face.

"Qi Yuanwai is recruiting handymen, and the salary is a lot, she thinks she can help you reduce some of the burden, it passed last night, and it is estimated that she will not be able to come back until noon."

Outside the staff?

Ye Qing paused for a moment, and his face tensed.

The withered hand held Ye Qing's rough hand and patted it gently, Zhang Weng explained:

"We have really dragged you down over the years, your mother-in-law Zhang is also idle, and the work is not tired, one hundred dollars for three days is really rich, don't worry."

Ye Qing nodded, waited for Zhang Weng to finish eating, and went to the side to cook medicine.

Zhang Weng basked in the warm sun, looked at the packet of herbs left, pursed his lips, and once again mentioned what Ye Qing didn't want to hear.

"Qing Xiaolang, old man, I have lived long enough to be fifty-seven years old, so don't spend money on the old man."

"You are nineteen, you have to save money to marry a wife and have children, and you must also prepare a dowry for your sister so that she can marry a good family."

"The money you have spent on us over the years, not to mention what kind of mother-in-law you marry, is enough for your sister to marry a lover and get rid of our suffering."

When!

Ye Qing took out fifteen taels of silver ingots from his arms, and said with a displeased face:

"Zhang Weng, don't mention this again."

"The kid can make money, you can take medicine and cure the disease with peace of mind, we are still waiting for you to watch the kid marry a wife and have children, and watch the sister get married."

Tears flowed from Zhang Weng's eyes, and he choked up:

"Qing Xiaolang...... How do you let our old man persuade him, do you really have to watch the old man hang himself in front of you before he listens to it......"

Ye Qing saw Zhang Weng trembling and getting up, his face was panicked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hold his withered hand, and said sternly:

"You and Grandma have been pulling my brother and sister for thirteen years and raising us to grow up."

"If it weren't for you, our brother and sister would have froze to death and starved to death."

"The kid has only served you for two years, and if you repay the favor to a certain extent, there are still eleven years to repay the kindness."

"You can be served by the kid with peace of mind, treat the kid as your own grandson, and we will give you a pension and send you to the end."

Zhang Weng ran wildly with tears in his eyes, covered his face and bowed down, "Okay, okay, we have a grandson like you, I have no regrets about the old man." ”

Bell long sigh ~

The sound of the bell is crisp and pleasant, from far to near.

A lively and lovely voice came into the ears of the two.

"Zhang Weng, Zhang Po, brother, you see what I found!"