Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

As soon as Zijuan saw the woman's description, she guessed that she was Qingwen's cousin, Miss Deng.

Zijuan didn't have time to greet her and asked directly,

"How is Qingwen?"

"Why, you are her little sister, and you are here to attend her funeral."

"It's been three days, and you are the first sister to come to her funeral."

"Come and take one last look at her. She's almost dying." He then opened the door and let Zijuan in.

When Zijuan entered, her face changed drastically.

The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and charcoal.

Qingwen lay on a torn straw mat. Although she had bedding, the room was chilly.

There was a small charcoal stove, sparsely covered with a few pieces of charcoal, but the temperature was dissipated by the wind.

Qingwen was dying, her eye sockets were sunken and her face was completely wrinkled with no flesh left.

"Qingwen, it's only been three days, why are you like this?"

"You didn't give her food?" Zijuan angrily asked the girl holding the lamp who was standing at the door watching Jing'er.

"This is such an injustice to me."

"Look, the porridge is still there!"

"Can she blame me if she can't swallow it?" Miss Deng raised her eyebrows, a little disapproving.

Zijuan didn't have time to argue with Qingwen's cousin's wife. She leaned over and looked closely at Qingwen. Her eyelids were fluttering and her breathing through her nostrils was weak, but she couldn't open her eyes.

"Qingwen, open your eyes, I am Zijuan."

"Qingwen~~"

Zijuan raised her voice, but there was still no movement.

Am I late?

Zijuan shouted anxiously outside, "Ginseng soup, quick ginseng soup."

The old woman who followed her outside hurriedly put down the basket she was holding.

Pour a small cup of ginseng soup,

"Please help me pick her up," Zijuan instructed another maid.

Another maid came over and sat behind Qingwen, carefully helping her up bit by bit.

Zijuan suppressed the pain in her heart and whispered, "Qingwen, this is ginseng soup, take a sip."

"Pick yourself up."

"Why do you have the right to die? It's others who should die."

"Your death will truly satisfy others. If you still have a trace of reluctance and want to live a glorious life, you can't die in such a cowardly way."

"Didn't you say that your mother still hopes that you can grow up and marry in style?"

"If you die like this, your mother will be restless in the underworld."

At this point, Zijuan saw that Qingwen had not made any movement. She suddenly remembered Lin Daiyu's request to ask Qingwen a few questions.

Zijuan lowered her head and leaned close to Qingwen's ear and said,

"You know I'm following Miss Lin now. Miss Lin asked me to ask you a question. Are you willing to follow her?"

"If she wants, she will find a way to buy you away and give you a chance to survive."

"But if I follow Miss Lin, I can't be her aunt."

"Are you willing?"

Perhaps it was because she heard Zijuan mention her mother, or because Zijuan's question gave her hope, Qingwen's eyelids twitched even more violently.

Zijuan opened her cracked lips slightly, and she was delighted, thinking that there was still business.

She gently dripped the ginseng into her lips drop by drop.

Drops of ginseng soup seeped into Qingwen's mouth little by little.

Qingwen's cousin's wife looked at everything in front of her in surprise and even forgot to eat the melon seeds in her mouth.

This ginseng soup is really good!

At this time, Qingwen's cousin was calling out from outside, "Come out quickly, follow me to the mansion, and go find the old ancestor."

This always confused idiot seemed to know that there were people inside, so he didn't dare to go in, but just stood at the door and shouted,

"What are you shouting for? Your sister is dying, and you're still drinking yellow soup. What are you doing looking for the ancestor at this time? You'll have your legs broken."

While refuting, the lamp girl lifted the curtain and went out.

When I saw the confused look on his face, I was shocked. He had been beaten and his face was bruised.

Oh my God, who is so righteous?

"Come on, follow me to get my sister's indenture." Duohunchong said with a grin.

"Bullshit, your sister has already been sold, why should I give you a body contract?"

"How dare you ask for a body contract?" Miss Deng scolded him.

Duohun Chong said in a low voice, "Qingwen's mother said before she died that she must be free after death."

"Nonsense, how come I haven't heard of it? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Miss Deng didn't want to be fooled by him.

The worm scratched its head, probably because it had touched a wound, and hissed.

"I haven't heard of it either. The person who beat me said it. Anyway, don't worry about it. Just follow me."

As he spoke, Duohunchong limped towards the courtyard of Rongguo Mansion.

If you don't go, you'll get beaten. If you go, maybe you can get some mercy. After all, the girl is the old lady's maid, even though she was given to Master Bao.

But the indenture is still with the old lady.

The lamp girl followed him half-believing and half-doubting.

Inside the house, Zijuan continued to take care of Qingwen, while the quarreling outside gradually faded away, as if it had nothing to do with them.

……

Mrs. Wang was checking the accounts of the past few days with Lady Jia when she heard someone report that

"Qingwen is dying, and her brother and sister-in-law want the government to give her a birth certificate so that she can be buried with her mother."

"Her brother also said that her sister died of tuberculosis, so there is no need to pollute the atmosphere of the mansion."

"Just pretend that you have never been to the Jia Mansion. This way, we can have peace and quiet."

When Grandmother Jia heard this, she sighed deeply. Thinking of Qingwen's spirituality, she ordered, "Since she is about to die, let's reward her!"

Mrs. Wang was standing by, her eyes rolling, "Mother, since she was sold to the mansion, she will naturally be a member of the Jia family in life and a ghost of the Jia family in death. How can she be buried by herself?"

"Of course, we burn them to ashes, dig a hole in a random graveyard, and bury them."

Grandmother Jia glanced at Lady Wang and said, "The dead cannot be brought back to life, so let's be merciful when we can!"

"When he died, he became a free man. This way, there would be no gossip that Baoyu's maid died of tuberculosis."

"Just think of it as doing good deeds for Baoyu!"

Grandmother Jia's words were very stern. Without waiting for Lady Wang to say anything else, she directly ordered Yuanyang to take the indenture and give it to Qingwen's brother and sister-in-law.

Mrs. Wang was so angry at this that she ordered Zhou Ruijia, "Go and see if he is really going to die."

Zhou Ruijia was shocked. Although she knew that the rumor about Qingwen suffering from tuberculosis was false, she still felt uncomfortable about visiting a dying person.

And he almost died after being out for three days. Is there really something wrong? Who can tell?

But she didn't dare to say anything, so she had to come out and follow Duo Hunchong and the other two to Qingwen's house.

When they arrived at Qingwen's house, Zhou Ruijia took a look and immediately turned around and walked out.

This is not dying, this is clearly death.

Lying straight on the torn straw mat, his face was pale and his eyes were sunken.

There is no possibility of survival here.

Zhou Ruijia went to report in person. Before leaving, she kindly reminded Duohunchong,

"Hurry up, take her away immediately today. Don't let her die here. If she dies here, you must notify the crematorium and burn her body there."

"I'll tell my wife to come over and check. Shouldn't she be buried with her mother?"

"Just go ahead!"

After saying this, Zhou Ruijia hurried away to report.

As soon as she left, Zijuan came out from another room, took out some silver and handed it to Duohunchong, "Give me the indenture."

"Girl, who am I selling my sister to?"

"Can you let me know?" Duohunchong said with a bitter face.

Zijuan glared at him and said, "I can't tell you this. Just think of yourself as a dead sister."

"If Qingwen wants to recognize you one day, she will naturally come to find you."

After saying that, Zijuan took Qingwen's indenture and leaned down to whisper in Qingwen's ear, "Hold on, I'll find you another place."

"I have your indenture in my hands."

She saw Qingwen's mouth move, although there was no sound, she knew that Qingwen was saying thank you.

"Moms, lend a hand and help me carry her to the car."

Zijuan and two maids carried Qingwen away.

quietly.

When Mrs. Wang's people arrived, Duohunchong and his wife were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Where's Qingwen?"

Duohunchong didn't know how to answer. He couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

Miss Deng was quick-witted and said in a scathing tone, "He's dead. The crematorium took him away."

"A person who died of tuberculosis is not worthy of being visited."

"My lady's kindness is in vain."

After saying that, he curled his lips.

Since there was no trace of the person alive or dead, Mrs. Wang's people had no choice but to give up and said a few harsh words before leaving.

"If Madam finds out that you are doing evil things in private, she will not forgive you."