As winter turns to spring, the ice melts and the snow melts, the water in the stream rises, and the river changes from its previous silence and begins to sing day and night.
There is a bridge across the stream, which is only six feet wide and one foot long.
After crossing the creek bridge, the official post is a dozen steps ahead. I saw only blue bricks and black tiles, and red door lattice windows. The writing on the lintel reads: Dongshan Station.
Less than ten feet east of the inn, there is an orphanage with two peach trees on the left and right of the entrance. This is the time when the flower buds are beginning to bloom and the two trees are turning crimson.
Before noon, a man with a majestic figure and a jade tree facing the wind rode across the bridge to the post station and took over the post of postmaster of Dongshan Station.
The handover procedure between the old and the new was a bit complicated, and I was busy until the afternoon, when I finally had some free time. He walked out of the small post house in Sihe and headed straight towards the courtyard.
The courtyard is an ordinary farmhouse in the wild. Peach trees are also trees commonly planted in front of and behind ordinary people's yards, but the peach blossoms here are amazing because of their flower shapes and colors. A rare crimson peach blossom with double yellow pistils. In the pale yellow of the undeveloped vegetation, two groups of brilliance jump out, dazzling and pleasing to the eye.
Yi Cheng stopped and stood, the familiar and friendly feeling was like the wind blowing through the still water, stirring up waves in his heart...
There were two red peach trees growing in the neighbor's yard. , now as thick as a bowl of ocean, he has been accustomed to enjoying the March flowers and May fruits on the partition wall from the time he first planted it to this day, which has been ten years in total.
The family next door has an only daughter who is the daughter of the private school teacher. She was just a little girl when she first planted the peach tree.
Every year when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the girl will definitely break a few branches and send them over to help him insert them into the porcelain vase; when the fruits are ripe, her mother will definitely pass baskets and baskets of cinnabar peaches across the wall...
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The two peach trees in front of me are just as big as the peach trees next door when they were first planted.
At that time, he and his neighbor's only daughter were both less than seven years old. His family was too poor to study, and she, a daughter, could not study.
Although the private school teacher taught the Four Books and Five Classics, his thoughts were not bound by Confucianism. He disagreed with the argument that "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue". It was not that he did not respect the founder, but he felt that he should not be regarded as a god. , therefore, he believed but was not deceived.
He wanted his daughter to learn from women's virtues and appearance to adapt to the times, and he also found time to teach his daughter how to read and write, so as to increase her knowledge and complement her virtues with talents. As for him, thanks to the convenience of his neighbors and the entrustment of his father, he has learned a lot of knowledge in six or seven years. It's a pity that my ancestor's status as a "gatekeeper" prevented him from taking the exam.
Fortunately, I got rich later, and donated the humble post of postmaster for him. I did all the postal and delivery work, and earned a rice and a stone a month. Although I was poor, I didn't have to worry about food and clothing. This is something to talk about later.
If two families are close neighbors and have a childhood relationship, then the death of the private school teacher will deepen the bond between the two.
That Mid-Autumn Festival, Jun'er was twelve years old, and he was already thirteen. Due to the harmony between the two families, the two made a deal. At the moon worship banquet, they did not accept any big gifts and did not invite friends. They only had a pair of jade and a letter of engagement, two glasses of sake and a few plates of side dishes. Finally, it was a half ceremony and they made an appointment three years later. wedding date.
After the semi-ceremony, he and she became a lot more reserved. They no longer interacted with each other as frequently as before, but they had a clear understanding of each other and missed each other even more. The parents of the two families saw this and were overjoyed in their hearts. One family was actively preparing for marriage, and the other was fully preparing for employment, just for the wedding of their two children three years later.
The following winter, one fine night, he woke up from his dream and heard heart-wrenching cries next door. He didn't bother to wake his parents, got up, and jumped over the wall. In the pale moonlight, the father-in-law-to-be fell outside the hut, having expired. The mother-in-law-to-be's mournful cries pierced the sky and could be heard endlessly. Jun'er came out rubbing her eyes, figured out what was going on, and immediately fell to the ground crying.
His parents came, and people from the village also came one after another. While comforting the orphans and widows, they talked one after another: Mr. is a good person who never has any grudges with others, he is reasonable and will not let anyone down, and his family is poor and insufficient. In order to attract people to covet...
At dawn, people from the Yamen came, carefully inspected the scene, and asked the villagers one by one. They only said that Mr. was hit on the head with a blunt object and strangled to death. It was inferred that he had suffered an accident. The bad guys who were wandering around the countryside were killed and silenced, that's all.
The mother and daughter could not get out of the shadows for a long time. Thanks to his company and comfort, Jun'er's complexion recovered after half a year. Poor her mother, like a lonely goose who lost her companion, she was depressed and unhappy, and finally died on a cold night in winter.
One blow failed, and another struck. Jun'er fell ill and became speechless. His parents opened the door of their house, helped their prospective daughter-in-law back, and asked the doctor to make soup and medicine for her.
As the saying goes: Heart diseases need to be treated with heart medicine, and pain will eventually be healed by love and warmth. As winter turns to spring, Jun'er gets out of bed and looks at the adjacent courtyard through the fence: deserted and deserted, with only birds and wild mice coming and going, two peach blossoms drifting in the wind, and the ground is lonely and gorgeous.
In the winter of the year when the two got married, a beggar came to the village, and Juner took good care of him. His parents were unhappy about this, so Jun'er begged him to intercede and leave the beggar in his father-in-law's spare room for a few days. After that, the beggar left without saying goodbye and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, when I think of the beggar’s appearance, except for his dirty and rags, the rest has long been blurred.
Unexpectedly, we have reached the foot of the peach tree. The familiar crimson, the familiar scene, but unfortunately, the figure of Juner is missing.
I remember last year when winter turned to spring. One day, Jun'er stood under a peach tree, her pregnant belly slightly erect, she picked up a branch and squinted her eyes, sniffing the peach pistils. In his eyes, the sun is shining brightly, and people's faces are peach blossoms; in his heart, the years are peaceful, gentle and peaceful. It's like a beautiful picture, and he sighs leisurely while intoxicated: I haven't become a man in this life, just being an ordinary man in this countryside is enough!
Later, his father found a post for him, and soon he set off to fill the vacancy in a neighboring county.
However, things are unpredictable. A few months later, his father became critically ill, and he hurried back home. On the bed, my father's eyes were wide open and his cheeks were sunken, and his body was bone-crunched. Under the bed, he was filled with regrets and guilt, and he couldn't even kneel down.
The doctor was invited and said that the old man had been ejaculating for a long time, his pulse was weak and he was unable to recover.
My heart is broken and I am angry with my pregnant wife. Why don’t I serve my parents-in-law well? Jun'er burst into tears but remained silent.
One day, someone came on horseback to report an urgent matter to the inn. He left in a hurry, and when he came back that night, he had no idea where his wife had gone.
My father was already exhausted, but when this happened again, he was so anxious that he died. His last words: We must find Jun'er and his Yan family's flesh and blood.
He never forgets his father's instructions, and he will never forget the friendship between him and Jun'er that they cultivated as a couple.
The position of Yi Cheng comes with its own convenience of casting a net for inquiry. However, a year later, Jun'er still disappeared like the wind, and only two crimson peach trees could be found next to the post.
By chance, the post officer was changed, and he was arranged here. He was delighted and hoped that the two red peach trees would have deep meaning and help.
He stood for a long time in front of two blooming peach trees, thinking for a long time. He could not understand why his pregnant wife left without saying goodbye, and where is she now?
Suddenly I heard the courtyard door creaking, and an old lady came out carrying a basket. Her face was as green as a vegetable and her skin was wrinkled, and her eyebrows were droopy and her eyes were like chrysanthemums after frost. She was startled to see a person standing at the door. She trembled and was stunned for a long time. Finally she came to her senses and said coldly: "What are you doing?"
He quickly apologized and explained. After hearing what he said, the old lady said, Without saying a word, he locked the door and walked away like a bush on the roadside.
The next day, as an apology, he went there with a bucket of rice.
At the crack of the half-open door, the old lady asked him what he wanted, and he expressed his intention to come. For some reason, the old lady was not polite. She took the rice with her hands, turned around and closed the door, leaving him where he was.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of a baby learning to speak from inside the hospital. Out of curiosity, he pressed his face against the door and stared intently. I saw the old lady playing with the baby sitting on the ground.
I suddenly realized that the reason why the old lady rejected me was that she was worried that I, a stranger, would be harmful to the child.
That’s wrong! What I am attached to is just two peach blossom trees.
Although he thought so, the old woman in the hospital still aroused his tenderness.
When he settles down, he will live with his mother at home.
If his wife was still alive, their flesh and blood should be of this size, right?
A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the matter of changing post has been settled. He began to think about how to settle his old mother down. The official posthouse was no more than a small courtyard. It was sometimes crowded with officials and horses coming and going, and it was often very noisy. The old mother also liked peace and quiet.
After much thought, he decided to build a thatched cottage next to the peach courtyard next to the post.
In this way, the old mother can live next to the old woman to pass the time in her waning years, and she can be close to her at any time to fulfill her filial piety. The strategy of having both worlds is perfect.
The decision has been made, let the old woman know. The old woman replied calmly: "It's a poor land in the countryside. Whether you build it or not, it has nothing to do with me."
With this response, I no longer have to worry. So he collected building materials and found craftsmen, and the residence was completed in a few days.
But surrounded by a fence, there was a thatched hut and an Eastern kitchen, and a few old discarded items were collected from the post, making it look like a home.
More than ten days later, I picked up my mother and planted vegetables and flowers by the fence... The small courtyard suddenly became full of life.
My mother followed the old customs in the village and liked her naughty son to be naughty. She was always eager to help the grandparents and grandchildren in the neighboring house.
A few more days passed. One day, the old mother said: "The old lady's only son was captured as a young man, and her daughter-in-law married someone else, leaving her as a nurse and grandson to depend on each other." The words were full of pity.
He kept in mind his teacher’s teachings that “helping others is the foundation of happiness”, and he also followed his mother’s instructions to “help those in need whenever possible.” Therefore, labor work must be done twice. One part is for filial piety, and the other part is for kindness.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are reincarnated again in the blink of an eye.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom again, and the child next door is nearly two years old. He has black hair and eyes, a round face and pink cheeks. He is as cute as a tiger and lovable.
The two families next to the post are very familiar with each other. Yi Cheng named the child "Hu" and thought of him as Qian'er. He often stood under the tree with the cute "Hu'er" in his arms, watched the peach blossoms, and talked about his "godmother" and "godbrother".
The concern for Jun'er and his own children made him love Wujiwu, and he had closer contacts with his neighbors and paid more attention to them.
Of course, hard work brings reward. Hu'er's "godfather" is called "extremely ripe and sweet", so he calls him so much that he doesn't know what year it is.
Time flies, and it’s winter again. The tiger is getting stronger and stronger and more and more happy.
But one night, when he was busy at the post office, his mother came to tell him that the old neighbor had handed Huer and the door key to her in the morning, saying that he was going to a certain village and would be back that night. It was getting late now, but she didn't return.
The post officer finished his work and rushed to the neighbor's house, only to see a letter under the candlestick, which looked exactly like Jun'er's handwriting:
Now I entrust Hu'er to you. I also hope that my husband will take good care of him and raise him to adulthood.
I am going to the end of the world to eat fast and chant Buddha's name. First, I beg for my mother-in-law's longevity. Second, I beg for my children's safety. Third, I beg for my husband's good luck.
I will take care of myself and don’t think about it. "
Jun'er? Old woman? Although there are some similarities in behavior, but the voice and appearance are very different. Could it be that Jun'er and the old woman have some connection.
I am confused. Suddenly, I remembered that Hu'er's face and eyes did have some similarities with his wife, but in the past, because he had a father (who was arrested) and a mother (who married another person), he never thought about it
Now. It was his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't help but feel surprised and happy. But where was his Jun'er, the child's biological mother?
The old woman left, which made people worried and regretful. In a day, Gan'er became a biological child, but it was a great joy. It was like "it takes no effort to get through the iron shoes."
What's even more gratifying is that a letter left me. There is a trace of Jun'er's whereabouts.
Just as he expected: the two crimson peaches really have the meaning of guidance.
With the help of the post office, he asked him to help him as much as possible. He took the artist to draw hundreds of beautiful figures of Jun'er, looking around and searching for them from thousands of miles away.
Time flies, and spring and autumn come again in a blink of an eye. >One day, I was entrusted by an official to travel 700 miles to deliver a secret letter outside the customs.
The task was completed and it was the time when the grapes were ripe. I felt sorry for my mother and young son at home. I want to go to the market outside the pass and bring back some rare things for them.
In the open-air loess market, there are fruit farmers, merchants, craftsmen, horsemen...men and women, young and old, coming and going all the time. Some were wearing coarse cloth and native clothes, some were red-faced, and some were pale-yellow.
After buying all kinds of dried fruits, they put them in sacks. Seeing that it was still early, they stayed there to enjoy the sight of the foreign land outside the pass. Sure enough, it was a different scene.
As I strolled to the corner of the street, an old woman among the three sects and nine streams hurried by.
The fully patched clothes seem to have a special taste.
Looking at her, I saw that Bianlai was extremely familiar. I thought about it for a moment: she looked like the old neighbor woman who left without saying goodbye two years ago.
He was stunned for a moment, then he raised his feet and chased after her...
On the dusty road, the old woman hurried forward in a hurry. He was in a hurry here, chasing all the way.
In a panic, the old woman fell heavily on the road. He hurried forward and reached out to help. The old woman stood up in panic. She didn't bother to dust herself off, and was about to turn around and leave, but he stretched out his hand to hold her back.
While asking: "How is Auntie?" While looking around to inquire, the old woman turned away and tried her best to avoid it, like a very angry gentleman.
It’s just that this person with gray hair, pale face, wrinkled face and forehead, drooped eyes and drooping eyebrows, no matter what, cannot be compared with Jun’er.
The impression is like a shuttle, passing through the days and months of two years. She was none other than the old woman next door, who must be Jun'er or something!
"Auntie, come back! Hu'er misses you!" He begged sincerely. The old woman shook her head and said nothing, but burst into tears. Then she broke away from the post officer's hand and left.
He followed closely until they reached the broken kiln where the old woman was staying. How can a weak body and a broken door compare to his strength.
Standing in front of the door, I saw deep in the ruined kiln, a pit of earth, broken mats, old lame stools, and several half-finished bamboo strips baskets on the table.
The old woman picked up the bowl on the stove, approached the pottery vat, fetched water and handed it to her. Her tears were filled with a thousand meanings, but she just muttered: "Drink the water and go back!"
The Yi Cheng looked at the old woman's expression, suspicious and emotional. In his absence, he knocked over the water bowl with his hand, soaking the old woman's arms. He hurriedly grabbed a piece of silk cloth from the bed and handed it over, only to see the white silk with yellow petals. Rui...
Isn't this exactly the handkerchief that Jun'er often embroiders?
His knees weakened and he knelt at the feet of the old woman: "Auntie, where is Jun'er? Can you bear to see me without a wife and children without a mother?" The old woman burst into tears and sobbed without saying a word. .
When the old woman was about to turn around and leave the kiln, he tightened his grip on her arm in a hurry. He heard a "chi la" sound and half of the old woman's sleeve was torn off. He stared at it. But he saw a crimson petal mole on the old woman's arm.
"Jun'er?" He called out, then shook his head repeatedly. How could he be the twilight man in front of him?
And that letter, that manner, that veil, that mole on the arm, how could it not be that?
In confusion, he held on to the old woman even more and took a closer look at the arm. There was a mole like a petal, an inch away from the arm. The only abnormality was that its color was much darker, as if it was about to wither. Flowers, maybe this has something to do with skin wrinkles?
"You admitted your mistake!" The old woman showed her last stubbornness and struggled to get out of Yi Cheng's hands.
He did not let go, but instead pulled the old woman's body to make her look at him. He struggled to dodge in a panic. The old woman finally looked straight.
In his timid eyes, there was a unique calmness and ethereal look. Undoubtedly, this look is unique to Jun'er. He had it when the yellow-haired girl was young, when Dou Kou was still young, and when she got married to him. It still hasn't changed now that she has pale face and gray hair.
"Jun'er, how did it become like this, why?" He was in pain and horrified, and Jun'er had already burst into tears.
It is unbearable to have old things come back again...
After his father died and his mother died, his whole family treated each other attentively and protected her. She was grateful for the kindness and secretly vowed: she will respect her. Parents-in-law, we must treat each other as family members.
Think this and do it.
However, an unexpected visitor from afar disrupted everything.
That winter, on a snowy day, a beggar came to the village. He was described as having withered manuscripts, ragged clothes, and a mess of hair that looked like a lice nest.
He patrolled the village for several days and came to Jun'er's door several times to beg for food. Jun'er deeply remembered his father's teachings of caring for the poor and cherishing the weak, and gave alms every time. When their eyes met, they seemed vaguely familiar. Jun'er suddenly became suspicious, but she really couldn't remember who he was.
A few days later, my parents-in-law scolded me, saying that the poor family had little business and could not afford to support an outsider. Jun'er turned to her husband to persuade her parents-in-law, and on the coldest day of winter - the winter solstice - she opened her parents' empty house and invited the beggar into the house to settle down.
Another day, she went to deliver food, but she saw the beggar sobbing on the bedside. Jun'er was shocked and stepped forward to ask. The beggar asked her if her life was comfortable, and Jun'er nodded. The beggar lowered his head for a long time, raised his head, stopped talking, and ate a lot. Unexpectedly, Jun'er saw a familiar gold leaf on the collar of the beggar's hair. Isn't it the one he gave to his cousin? I remember that when I was sewing clothes for my husband, I accidentally damaged the collar with the sharp edge, because the fortune teller said that my husband liked gold among the five elements. She used money to darn clothes to help her husband's fortune.
Jun'er was horrified. He looked closely and found that his facial features looked very much like his cousin whom he met only once. After dinner, we asked each other, and as expected, it was inevitable to sigh.
When talking about the wasted death of his late father, the beggar always wanted to say something but stopped looking away, as if it was difficult to say anything.
Jun'er has a keen eye, a clear mind, good words to say, and hard work. The beggar finally couldn't defeat her, so he took out a piece of rice paper folded into a two-inch square.
Jun'er was astonished when he saw the beggar unfolding it with trembling hands. The small regular script on it was clearly the handwriting of his late father.
Unfolding the rice paper, you can see the neat handwriting on it:
Today I received two hundred taels of silver from cousin Zhang Huai, and I will keep it temporarily until cousin Zhang Huai returns. Return it.
This is hereby established.
Cousin Wang Wancai (Jun'er's father)
Jun'er was confused. She didn't know when this cousin had been here, let alone that there was any written evidence. But now the cousin in front of him couldn't stay. Could it be that he came to collect debts.
Based on the current annual income of the family, which is about ten taels, how many years will it take to pay it off? Jun'er couldn't help but feel sad, frowning and saying nothing.
The beggar saw that Jun'er was full of doubts, so he told a story from the past to clear up Jun'er's confusion.
It turns out that he was doing cloth business in × city. Over the past few years, I have made a small fortune. For a while, a group of bandits came from the mountains outside the city. He was worried that his property would be robbed, so he closed his business and left the city, discussed with his private school teacher, and hid the silver in the house of his poor cousin, in order to buy a house and marry a wife in the future.
Unexpectedly, he encountered a thief that night, beat his cousin to death, and took away the silver...
The beggar grabbed his hair and cried bitterly: "I am "putting blame" on him. Brother..." Jun'er thought of his deceased father and felt sad, and he kept crying.
As she cried, she suddenly remembered: Where was her cousin that night? Did she hear anything? Have you seen the thief?
The beggar hesitated and seemed to be trying his best to hide it. When Jun'er saw this scene, he knew something was fishy and asked reluctantly.
The beggar Zhang Huai tried to evade the situation several times, but he could not resist Jun'er's persistence and finally told the truth.
It turns out that back then, in order to avoid being noticed, he arrived at night and entrusted Wen Yin with him, but his cousin couldn't keep him and had to send him out. However, he did not leave that night. Instead, he sneaked into the bamboo forest on the hillside behind the house and peered down from a high place to spy on suspicious things.
Of course, it’s not that I don’t believe in my cousin, I’m just worried that someone will follow his footsteps.
In the middle of the night, I saw someone knocking on the door, and my cousin opened the door to welcome the guest. The reply showed that the two of them were quite familiar with each other. Talking to friends and neighbors at night was normal, but he didn't take it seriously. While waiting, sleepiness came over me.
I don’t know how much time passed, but he heard a "squeak" from the door. He opened his eyes and saw a black figure suddenly going out and turning into the neighbor's yard. The next step was deathly silence.
He was uneasy, and when he was about to go down to see what was going on, his cousin's sister-in-law's wail broke through the air. He suppressed his grief and anger and sneaked into the crowd to see what happened. Unexpectedly, he found the familiar neighbor's figure coaxing Jun'er and his daughter (it was the father-in-law whom Jun'er bowed to at the wedding banquet) and he decided to report to the government.
When someone came from the Yamen in the morning, he remembered that a single dark shadow was not enough evidence.
After that, he left sadly, but he no longer had the intention to run a business: his cousin died in vain because of him, and several years of hard work were wasted. Guilt and despair were like demonic barriers that surrounded him, unable to be torn apart and unable to escape. In just a few years, he became like this.
On Jun'er's wedding day, he heard a message from someone to come, only to find that Jun'er was bowing to the suspect. But now that the matter was over, he thought that the orphan girl from his cousin's family would finally find a home, so he wanted to keep things vague.
I wanted to start anew, but unfortunately my foundation was lost, so I had to beg for a living to survive in this difficult situation.
Now that I think of my cousin’s anniversary, I want to see how my cousin and niece are living at the suspect’s house. If he lives a good life, he will just leave. If he is wronged, he will come forward...
Yicheng's face changed drastically. He was very angry at this ridiculous statement and angrily scolded Jun'er: " That's nonsense! I'll confront him about where your cousin is going." Jun'er shook his head, his expression as calm as water in a mirror, but his voice was like dripping water hitting the bluestone under the eaves: "I don't know where my cousin is. Where. But my father-in-law fully acknowledged this matter before he left."
I was shocked, doubtful, angry and ashamed. The postmaster was like a trapped beast and couldn't help himself.
He grasped Jun'er's shoulders, opened his eyes and looked at him, the light was like fire, not like looking at his wife but like restraining a demon: "Nonsense! Nonsense! My father has been magnanimous all his life, how could he betray his trust and hurt others, and hurt others at the same time?" Is he his friend for many years?"
Jun'er broke away from the crazy Yi Cheng, walked to the bedside, took out a rag from under the pillow, and handed it to his hand.
He didn’t know what it meant, so he reached out to take it in confusion, and stretched it out like a piece of coarse cloth in front of his lapel. A few dark red bloodstains came into his eyes: “I am ashamed of my husband’s family. I go today. I deserve it.” !" After careful analysis, it turned out to be the handwriting of my late father.
Yicheng stood stunned for a moment, then slid down the door slumped. The deceased father is a criminal, the old woman is the first wife, the adopted son is the biological son, and the beggar is the cousin. Dream? No, totally true! Play? It seems that in the past few years, there have been many good and bad appearances one by one. However, if you look around, it's easy to see the skin, but hard to tell the true character, even if it's a close relative.
What about the trustworthiness, righteousness, integrity and shame that Mr. Sir mentioned? All his integrity was shattered, scattered all over the ground...
At this moment, outside the kiln, yellow dust was rising where the wind passed; inside the kiln, his face was gray and yellow, his eyes were dull, without tears and speech.
After a long time, he stood up holding the door and staggered out. Jun'er looked at each other with tears and stopped talking.
Suddenly, after a dozen steps, he suddenly stopped.
"Jun'er" he stood up, turned around and called out. Jun'er raised her eyes to meet him as a response.
He walked back into the kiln, with a soft and deep tone, and asked: "What happened in just a few years, and how did you become like this?" As he spoke, he expressed infinite pity and reached out to hold his hand. Jun'er.
Jun'er sighed, as if it was a long story. She led him to sit down by the kang and talked about the changes of that year:
My cousin told the truth that day under her nagging. After hearing this, she was overcome with grief. On the one hand, her father died tragically and her mother died in depression. On the other hand, the kindness of her adoptive father was the culprit of the murder, and the kindness of husband and wife was mixed in.
In the past few days, gratitude and resentment, love and hatred were intertwined and entangled, lingering in my mind. Finally, she realized that "the hatred of parents cannot be overthrown by God." And "it is only natural and right to kill someone to pay for life." But she was a weak woman, with no strength to tie a chicken, and she had never committed any killing. Revenge was not easy.
A few months later, she suffered from morning sickness during pregnancy, and suddenly remembered that when her parents were still alive, she called a doctor to treat her cough, and Croton was one of them. The doctor was cautious and warned again and again before leaving: Do not overdose on this prescription. If used too much, it will cause diarrhea and vomiting, and it will not be cured in the end.
After some inquiring and planning, I finally bought dozens of crotons and hid them in my parents’ old kitchen, waiting for the opportunity.
Yi Cheng was shocked, his eyes were wet with tears, and he opened his eyes and asked angrily: "So, while I was away, you poisoned my father to death!" Jun'er shook his head lightly, and he was so angry that he pushed him away. Jun'er: "You still said no, my father went there just because he had diarrhea..."
Jun'er shook his head: "No, no, no! Sir, listen to what I have to say before you make a conclusion." "Too late!"
The cloth merchant came here begging and stayed for a few days. You are so kind to entertain him. But the day before the beggar left, you came home and secretly glanced at me with hatred a few times, and I already understood why.
Then I saw your old kitchen stash. One day, while you were away, I went to check, and then I discovered that you had murderous intent.
I have been waiting for several days, but you have been worried but have not taken action yet. I have already guessed that you are unable to do it due to the kindness and kindness of your adoptive father, and you are unwilling to accept the unjust death of your husband.
Jing meditates on the sins I have committed. They are both public and private crimes that cannot be punished. It is only a matter of time to pay with my life.
Seeing the harmony between you and your wife, your beloved grandson will be born soon. I am a father and an ancestor, my wish is fulfilled, this life is enough.
Although you are my daughter-in-law, I already treat you as my own. I really couldn't bear to see my child being embarrassed by this matter anymore, so I wanted to end it on my own, which would be a way of doing justice to you and giving you some peace of mind...
After Jun'er finished speaking, tears streamed down his face, as a father and himself. For the father-in-law.
"So, it was my father who poisoned himself?" Yi Cheng asked in shock, but the answer was already deep in his heart. yes! This is exactly my father's style in my impression: affectionate and fair at heart.
Jun'er has always been kind and honest. When he questioned, he was just asking and answering himself.
Yi Cheng helped Jun'er up, wiped away her tears, and began to pack her luggage. Jun'er started to stop him, saying that with this appearance, his end might soon be over. I don't want to go back and trouble my husband and disturb my children, so it's better to spend the rest of my life quietly here and wait for the day when my bones will be buried in the dust.
Yicheng was heartbroken when he heard this. Although Jun'er is old and senile, the love of childhood, the kindness of husband and wife, and Hu'er's mother-in-law are all true. Moreover, he is not a cold-blooded person. The moment he identified Jun'er, he was already full of guilt: If he hadn't made an oversight, how could Jun'er have gone far away and suffered so much. And here in this place, he couldn't just leave and let Jun'er wander alone in the wilderness outside the pass.
Although Jun'er had all kinds of concerns, they could not overcome his determination.
The next day, Juner sat in front of the horse with his head covered with black gauze. He protected him, only listening to the "clack" of the horse's hooves, the man and the horse flew away along the post road. This can be regarded as a precedent for private use of "official vehicles".
Along the way, Jun'er talked about the whole story of his running away and losing his beauty for several months...
It turned out that when Jun'er knew why his father-in-law committed suicide, he had mixed feelings, including compassion. The torture of pain and regret made her unable to control herself.
Yicheng's reproach made her even more difficult to deal with. She was worried that the truth would be exposed in the future and their relationship as husband and wife would be turned into smoke!
It is better to just leave and bury the secrets and the good things in the past deep in my heart.
After running away, he begged all the way and often had no food to eat. When he arrived near the "Dongshan Station", he was exhausted. Fortunately, an elderly farmer in Taomen Courtyard came back from work and saw a pregnant woman lying down at the door, so he helped her back to the yard and cooked porridge for her to satisfy her hunger.
It turns out that the old man’s daughter married far away and her wife passed away. Jun'er thought that it would be a difficult journey and there was really no way out, so she knelt down and begged the old farmer to take her in. She was willing to be his adopted daughter and support him till his old age.
The old farmer felt sorry for the pregnant girl and had no home, and thought that she would be lonely in old age, so he agreed to accept Jun'er as his adopted daughter.
Unexpectedly, one day when Jun'er was giving birth in the middle of the night, the old farmer went to find Po Wen, but encountered a wild beast on the way and never returned.
Jun'er struggled to give birth to Hu'er alone, because the old farmer had little food left at home, and Jun'er had insufficient milk. She went hungry and saved food just to make porridge and juice to feed the tigers.
As a result, the body was weak after childbirth, coupled with insufficient supplies, and grief and longing were entangled in her heart. It had been several months since the birth of the tiger, and her body and appearance seemed to have experienced decades of vicissitudes.
Tian Lian saw her and secretly felt sorry for her mother and son. The postmaster happened to be transferred to the "Dongshan Post".
The moment he met her at the door, she was so shocked that she almost called out "Ms. Husband", but thinking that she was completely different and full of worries, she naturally did not dare to recognize him.
It was only then that Hu'er decided to leave when she grew up. She was content to see her father-in-law and son reunited.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, the couple met again on the streets of a foreign land.
When the horse arrived at the door of the house, Yi Cheng took Jun'er in his arms and went into the house first to talk to his mother. The old lady couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock. Fortunately, with her son's warning, she was finally able to take more care of Jun'er after understanding the truth.
The family cares, the tiger is close, and the king finally enjoys a family relationship.
While Yi Cheng was busy with his official duties, he also found time to search for famous doctors for Jun'er.
It so happened that an imperial doctor came back to his hometown after retirement. He passed by this post road and stayed overnight at Dongshan Post Station.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can Yi Cheng let it go?
He invited the imperial doctor home and asked him to diagnose and treat Jun'er.
The imperial doctor looked around and asked, and with trembling hands, he wrote down: twelve liang of peach blossoms, five liang each of yam and polygonum multiflorum, and three liang each of chrysanthemum and wolfberry. Soak in Touchang snow water and drink it every day.
After prescribing the medicine, the imperial doctor stroked the sheep's beard with his hand and said slowly: This disease is caused by the loss of liver and kidney. It can only be treated slowly and not in a hurry.
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Three years passed in the blink of an eye. One sunny day, the branches of peach blossoms outside the courtyard were full of crimson. The sound of books in the courtyard was loud, and a middle-aged woman was teaching Hu'er to read. She is Jun'er, and the imperial doctor is really good at it. Following the doctor's orders, she is rejuvenating.
Dozens of miles outside the city, outside a store, the flag of "Zhang Huai Cloth Shop" was fluttering high in the wind.
It turns out that Yi Cheng sold his old house and raised some silver to help Zhang Huaizhong open a cloth shop.