He Yunsheng always felt that his dream was a little too long.
His sister followed him up the mountain this morning, chopped firewood, and finally took out the snacks in the cloth bag that he didn't eat in the morning and gave him a snack. He Yunsheng wanted to refuse, but the sweet and greasy aroma filled his nose, and He Yan had already lowered his head to bite his share. He Yunsheng reached out and took it.
He took a bite, the sweet taste was unfamiliar. He Sui is very partial, and all the delicious food is given to He Yan, and He Yan is not a person who is willing to share.
Seeing that he was eating slowly, He Yan shoved the rest into his hands and said, "I'll give you the rest, I'm full."
He Yunsheng was at a loss.
There are only two siblings in the He family. He Sui was just a escort who came to Beijing to deliver goods. On the way, he happened to be robbed by mountain bandits. He rescued the young lady in the Xiucai mansion in Beijing, and got a happy marriage. There is only such a young lady in the Xiucai family, and He Sui has no father or mother, so she voluntarily became a son-in-law.
Although he was a son-in-law who came to the house, his sons and daughters still took the husband's surname.
Later, the scholar and his wife died of illness one after another, and Mrs. He became depressed. When He Yunsheng was three years old, Mrs. He passed away. The three of them were left alone.
He Sui and his wife are deeply in love, and He Yan was born very much like Mrs. He. Probably because of this, He Sui loves He Yan very much. Although the He family was not rich, He Sui always tried his best to meet He Yan's needs. Over time, He Yan also turned into a disgusting temperament, at least He Yunsheng couldn't love this sister.
But since she became ill, many of her behaviors have become bizarre, and He Yunsheng doesn't know how to face her anymore.
"You go up the mountain every day to chop wood?" He Yan asked him, "What do you do in the afternoon? Don't you go to school?"
He Yunsheng is only one year younger than He Yan, and at fifteen this year, a child of this age should still be studying.
"When I go back, I will make a big cake, sell it in the shed in the afternoon, and forget it in the school." He Yunsheng said casually, "I don't have any money at home, and I'm not that kind of material. I just need to know a few words."
Having said that, although he tried his best to hide it, He Yan still saw a trace of regret and longing in the eyes of this young man.
After a pause, she asked, "What do you want to do in the future?"
"Why are you asking this?" He Yunsheng was suspicious, but he still answered He Yan's question after a while, "I go to the martial arts field every day now, as long as I pass the examination in the future, I can go to the city defense army, and slowly You can also be a captain, and you can get silver."
"That's it? Be a military officer?" He Yan smiled, "I thought you would want to do something else."
"How to do anything else?" He Yunsheng laughed at himself: "Do you want to be like General Feihong? The same surname is He, he is much better than us."
He Yan was stunned when he suddenly heard his name from He Yunsheng's mouth. She was silent for a while before asking, "Do you know General Feihong?"
"Naturally know! Who doesn't know about the Great Wei, when General Feihong Pingxiqiang, General Fengyun Dingnanman, Beihe Nanxiao, there is only me, Great Wei, in a prosperous world! Young chivalrous, high-spirited! If I can become someone like them, it is It's worth dying for!"
He Yan burst out laughing.
He Yun was furious: "What are you laughing at?"
"But just chopping wood and selling danai cakes can't become such a person. Back then, General Feihong and General Feng Yun didn't just learn and succeed in the martial arts field."
"Of course I know." He Yunsheng blushed, "But I..."
Which young man is not eager to make achievements, He Yunsheng is the age of young blood, and it is too much delay for him to be like this right now.
He Yan said: "From tomorrow onwards, I will go up the mountain with you every day to chop wood and sell danai cakes."
"What?" He Yunsheng jumped up from the stone, "He Yan, are you crazy?"
Today's event can be said to be her whim, and she comes every day... He Yan is afraid that he has suffered a disease and even his brain is broken
Before He Yunsheng could speak again, He Yan had already stood up and patted the dust on his body: "Go back to work when you're done eating, Chunguang waits for no one."
He Yunsheng: "..."
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After the spring rain, it was sunny for more than ten consecutive days.
Qingmei has something on her mind recently. In the past, the eldest lady who always directed her to do this and that, and let her serve her personally, no longer looks for her.
He went out with He Yunsheng in the daytime, and when Qingmei wanted to serve He Yan to wash up at night, He Yan also sent her out. The only thing that can be used is to brush He Yan's hair in the morning.
Qingmei was worried, if this continued, she would be swept out of the house like the little servants who were sent away by He Sui, after all, the eldest lady doesn't need her anymore!
He Yunsheng was also worried.
For more than half a month, He Yan went to Longhuan Peak with him every morning to chop wood. He got up earlier than him, so He Yan just went up the mountain. He also tied a sandbag to each of his hands and feet. He Yunsheng secretly weighed it, it was very heavy. That's how He Yan carried such a ghost on his back every day to chop wood with him in the mountains.
She didn't complain a word, as if she didn't know she was tired. However, when He Yunsheng saw the palm of her hand, the delicate skin was torn a few times, so she simply wrapped a cloth around her hand.
The advantage of this is obvious, because after half a month, He Yan has walked faster than him, and chopped more wood than him. He Yunsheng thought to himself, is the sandbag really so magical, or he also secretly tied two
Two people chopping wood faster than one person chopping wood, and with the extra time, you can sell more danai cakes. After all, He Yan is a woman, so it is not very good to do such a public life. He Yunsheng also reminded her, but He Yan himself didn't care. He Yunsheng felt a headache. If He Sui knew that He Yan was with him these days, either going up the mountain to chop wood or going out to sell cakes, he would definitely hit him with a whip.
Fortunately, He Sui didn't know yet.
Not only did He Sui not know, she was even cheerful every day. Her children, who had always been arguing, had become much closer recently. They were able to sit at the same table to eat, and sometimes chat a few times. He Sui was very satisfied. He was much kinder to the newly arrived Xiaojun on the school grounds.
At this moment, He Yan is sitting in front of the dressing table.
Ome looked at her anxiously.
Since He Yan recovered from her illness, she doesn't like to look in the mirror or play with her rouge gouache. Now that she's fiddling with it again, Ome is a little nervous. Recently, the government's expenses are very embarrassing. He Yan wants to buy new lipstick at this time, but he can't get any money.
He Yan flipped the fragrant powder head cream on the table and felt a little headache. These things have already been used and cannot be sold for money. She flipped a few more times and found a few hairpins and jewelry.
They are all made of silver, of average quality, not as good as the ones she used to have in Xu's house, but they can't handle that much anymore.
She found all the jewelry and handed them to Qingmei.
"Take these to the pawnshop, be damned, get a little more money."
Qingmei's eyes widened: "Can... can..."
"We are very poor now." He Yan explained to her earnestly, "These can't be eaten."
She has to take the jewelry and get some money. It is best to collect enough money for He Yunsheng to go to school.
Since she occupies Miss He's body, she should at least do something for the He family. Once you get these things sorted out, you can do your own thing with peace of mind.
Take, for example, an old account.
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Yan Yan: Poor to the point of collapse. . .