For three days in a row, Qingshi Street in the south of the city, at the gate of Qingwadaiqiang, Gentle and Wen Shoucai, set up iron troughs, lit charcoal, and sold all kinds of delicious barbecue.
Similarly, the Daily Gentle stall was crowded with people, except for Shui Mo, Chang Sheng, Ren Yue, and the simple villagers brought by Zhen Niang.
Of course, every time Mr. Songtao appeared, the result was the same.
"It's reserved for others."
"Someone has a reservation."
"I haven't eaten it myself."
"The charcoal is gone."
"I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to bake anymore, do you want it raw?"
Mr. Songtao, who always gets angry with all kinds of unimaginable excuses, is furious.
After a few days, even Wen Shoucai saw the truth: "Rou'er, could it be that you and that old man have a problem?"
"Second Uncle, what's the matter! It's really a coincidence that he came here. If it's sold out, it's sold out!" Wen Rou didn't explain, but she was secretly angry in her heart, hum, blame the old man, if you don't accept my brother as a disciple, I will be at your door every day , Hungry you to death! mad at you!
"Hey, what's going on today?" Wen Shoucai looked around, as if he was waiting for someone.
Through the crowded crowd, the figure of that pretty woman could not be found for several days.
"Auntie, why don't you see Mother Zhen today?" Wen Shoucai couldn't hold back, and asked an old aunt who was buying sausages.
"Oh, you said Zhenniang! She is a poor person. She was sold here by human traffickers in the early years. She used to work as a maidservant in Fan's family. Later, Master Fan bought a new batch of maidservants. Zhenniang has no background. And She had no backing, so she was replaced. A few years ago, she married Erniu from the village, and she lived a comfortable life, but the Erniu was really unlucky, and died of smallpox. I make a living by sewing and washing clothes. Today, I don’t know if I’m not feeling well, maybe I’m sick!” The old aunt sighed. Confidentially reveal Zhenniang's life experience.
"That's true! It's a woman's house, and it's so cold. Hey, I heard that the thatched roof of her house leaked a few days ago. The weather has changed suddenly in the past few days. Could it be because of the wind and cold?" Another aunt took up the topic.
Wen Shoucai was very anxious when he heard this, and a bad premonition crept into his heart.
"Shui Mo. How come you are the only one today?" Gentle glanced at Wen Shoucai, and was about to joke that he fell in love with the handsome Cao Zhenniang, when Shui Mo squeezed in alone.
"Hello Miss Wen! Master Ren and Uncle Sheng went to the market to buy books, but my husband is here. Miss Wen, why don't you sell me some today so that you can bring them to my husband!" Shui Mo raised her delicate face. Some flattering answers.
"Shui Mo, I don't think it's enough to sell to all the folks! How can I let you take it away? If he wants to eat, let him buy it himself. If it's later, I'm afraid it will be sold out again!" Wen Rou said angrily Having said that, I was already prepared to sell out in my heart.
"This... not so good! Forget it, I'll eat here alone, and tell my husband later that it's sold out again!" Shui Mo thought about it, and simply ate it on his own.
It made all the people present laugh out loud.
"Hey, let's not talk about it. Let's finish eating, let's go see Zhenniang!" The two old ladies who spoke just now met their eyes, turned and left.
"Rou'er, that... I..." Wen Shoucai blushed with anxiety, but he didn't know how to express it.
"Second Uncle, go and see Zhenniang, I'm so busy, I can't leave." Rourou knew it well.
"Hey. Then what, give me two scones and two skewers of mutton. I'll buy them. Let's talk about it later!" Wen Shoucai said, took some of the delicious dishes that were baked tenderly, and chased them like rabbits. The old lady went.
Qingshi Street is located on the outskirts of Xianyang City, where scattered farmers and women live. Although it is not a geomantic treasure land surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is a willow forest all around. Right now it is severe winter and lonely, if it comes to the beginning of spring, I think it must be green willows, with infinite scenery!
Wen Shoucai followed the two old aunts and walked for a long time before reaching a crooked thatched house.
"Hey, here we are, this is it!"
As Wen Shoucai watched, he felt his heart tighten.
This is too crude!
"Zhenniang! Zhenniang, are you there?" Just as she asked, she heard a commotion in the thatched cottage.
"Don't come here, get out! I'll call someone if you come here again!" Zhenniang's voice.
"Hey hey hey." The man laughed wantonly.
Wen Shoucai's heart skipped a beat, he pushed the two old aunts away, and rushed straight into the thatched hut.
"Don't tell me something happened? Hurry up and call someone!" Seeing this, the two old aunts were so frightened that they didn't even dare to enter the house and left in a hurry.
In the dimly lit room, a well-dressed man was accompanied by two blue-clothed servants. Zhenniang was terrified and curled up on the simple straw mat!
The ground was in a mess, and almost everything that could be dropped was smashed.
"Master Fan!" Wen Shoucai blurted out!
Who doesn't know, this Young Master Fan Jian is the son of the richest man in Xianyang! Wasn't Zhenniang working as a maid in his house at the beginning
Why did the old master go to Zhenniang's place
"Who dares to spoil the young master's good deeds? Get lost!" a servant said impatiently.
"Zhenniang, this is..." Wen Shoucai was stunned.
"Brother, save me!" Zhenniang was trembling with tears in her eyes, and her voice was full of begging.
Wen Shoucai has never seen a woman cry, let alone a beautiful woman crying like this, let alone Zhenniang!
A wave of anger suddenly filled Wen Shoucai's heart that had been sleeping for more than thirty years.
"Hmph, this woman originally belonged to our Fan residence. Now that the Fan residence is short of manpower, do you want to take care of calling her back?" Another servant said with a sly smile.
Fan Jian stood in the middle without saying a word, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Help me!" Zhenniang's voice was trembling, for fear that Wen Shoucai would turn around and leave.
"Still leaving?" The two boys rushed up together, picked up Wen Shoucai and threw him out.
In the rudeness, all the kebabs that Wen Shoucai had been clutching in his arms fell out, and rolled pitifully to the ground.
"Don't come over!" Inside the house, Zhenniang's cry became even harsher.
Wen Shoucai struggled to get up from the ground. Looking at the scones that were still hot but filthy, it looked like a weak woman being trampled and humiliated messily.
Wen Shoucai's eyes were so hot that he almost burst into flames. He had heard that Young Master Fan was in love with women, how could he not let a widow go!
"You son of a bitch!" Wen Shoucai shouted and rushed into the house.
With all his strength, he pulled Fan Jian who was presumptuous by the bed.
Fan Jian didn't pay attention. Almost fell.
"Aren't you tired of your fucking work? You dare to meddle in Mr. Fan's business, don't you? Who are you!" A servant pulled Wen Shoucai past him and sealed his face with a fist.
Wen Shoucai covered his face and shouted, "Don't touch her!"
"Where did the wild man come from, Zhenniang, could it be your concubine?" Fan Jian looked at Zhenniang lightly, and lightly flicked the dust on his body.
Zhenniang's eyes were full of tears.
"Fan Jian, in vain you are the richest and youngest in Xianyang. How dare you do something so inferior to a beast in broad daylight!" Wen Shoucai angrily scolded.
"Wild man, you deserve to talk to our young master! Zhenniang used to work in Fan's residence, and our young master liked her, so what if we take her back now?" A young man laughed wickedly.
"Bastard!" Wen Shoucai understood Fan Jian's intentions at this moment, a suave and suave brat, bullying a pretty widow, bah!
"I am innocent with Zhenniang. Zhenniang is just a diner of mine, and we can still treat her respectfully. Miss your master, who actually did such an unscrupulous thing! I will fight you!" Wen Shoucai vomited With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he used all his strength and rushed straight up to grab Fan Jian's neck.
"There are really people who are not afraid of death!"
"hit!"
While speaking, two young servants rushed up, easily pulled Wen Shoucai away, pushed him to the ground, and then punched and kicked him. All kinds of confusion.
Although Wen Shoucai was in his late thirties, he had never had any fighting experience, so he was unable to even fight after a while, and lay on the ground with his arms folded across his chest, unable to move.
His head and face were covered with bruises, and his body was even more messed up.
"Zhenniang... run..." Wen Shoucai lay on the ground, still remembering Zhenniang intermittently.
"where?"
"stop!"
At this moment, there was chaos outside the thatched cottage.
Then dozens of men and women, all dressed as Zhuang family members. He rushed in shouting with hoes, rakes, and fire sticks.
"Master Fan? Isn't this Young Master Fan?!"
"Young Master Fan is bullying the widow!"
"Young Master Fan!"
All of a sudden, the villagers attacked him, and Fan Jian fled with his two servants in shock.
"Jane, are you alright?"
"Thank you everyone, I'm fine. Thank you, big brother!" Zhenniang got up from the bed with tears all over her face, first thanked all the villagers, and then went to help Wen Shoucai on the ground.
"Second Uncle!" Seeing that Wen Shoucai didn't come around, and seeing the two aunts who had left just now turned back to look for someone, Rourou realized that something happened to Zhenniang, and immediately followed.
"Second Uncle, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Rourou looked at Wen Shoucai, who was covered in bruises, tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you still crying? Rou'er, Second Uncle is fine! When I was avoiding debts, it was common to be beaten!" Wen Shoucai supported his head with one hand, and comforted Wen Rou with the other.
"Second Uncle, let's go home!" Rourou wiped away her tears.
"Brother, thank you for your life-saving grace today." Zhenniang stepped forward and bowed her body, her broken hair and teary eyes made her look even more pitiful.
"Hey, it's okay, Mother Zhen, just call me Shoucai, I'll get you well in a few days, and I'll bring you delicious food!" Wen Shoucai grinned, half in pain and half in happiness.
"Miss Wen, where do you live?" Zhenniang asked as she walked to the gate.
"Zhenniang, go back, be careful on your own. My family lives in Xiaoxi Street, and the one with a jujube tree in front of the door is my home! I will invite Zhenniang to visit some other day!" Wen Shoucai responded first.
"Don't worry, I'll let Zhenniang live with me later, and hide for two days first!" said a fat aunt.
Tomorrow is Laba, according to the custom of Laba not going far away, and Wen Shoucai got hurt again, Wenrou simply didn't plan to go out.