Shipin Dalizheng

San Ya seemed very disappointed and walked back silently.

Rong Tang walked over and called her, "San Ya, come here."

San Ya walked into the yard and bowed, "Hello, Prince Tang."

Rong Tang also smiled and returned the greeting, "Hello, little aunt."

The voice is mischievous.

San Ya was a little embarrassed. Her grandfather had said that Prince Tang was of noble status and she couldn't act like a senior in front of him.

"San Ya, can you tell me what you want from Chun Cao?"

San Ya hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Prince Tang, is there any work for me? Like mowing the grass, picking flowers, collecting firewood, I can do it all."

"Is that so?"

Rong Tang looked at Li Jin, who was looking at him nervously.

"Saya, you are still young and can't do the work."

He really didn't have much work for a six-year-old girl to do, so this wasn't child labor.

"I can do it, really, Prince Tang. In our village, girls can do work as soon as they can walk."

Rong Tang looked at her excited and eager to prove herself, and suddenly his eyes felt sore. She must have had a very hard time at such a young age.

"Saya, tell me, do you really want to make money? What do you want to do with the money?"

San Ya said seriously, "I made some money and bought good medicine for my mother so that she could give birth to a boy. Then grandma wouldn't scold her anymore, my father would smile, and the food at home would be enough for my mother to eat half full."

The Third Grandma is very patriarchal, and her behavior is even more serious than that of the Third Grandpa, and she doesn't hide it at all.

In comparison, the third master still cares about his eldest son's dignity and face, so he won't go too far in public.

Rong Tang frowned. The situation in San Ya's family was similar across the entire Great Yue Dynasty, both north and south. Even if Zhou gave birth to a boy, would life really be any better? By then, the family's resources would be evenly distributed, and it would only take a little of what Rong Xiaobao had in her mouth and pass it on to her son. Being a mother and a daughter would be equally miserable.

Maybe it would be even harder to support another Rong Xiaobao.

Rong Tang had seen couples who had given birth to several daughters first and then finally had a son, but they spoiled the son beyond measure and ended up spoiling him.

"Saya, how much money can you earn? Isn't your father working? He uses the money he earns to take care of your mother's health."

San Ya shook her head. "All the money Daddy earns has to be given to Grandma. She said she'll save it to build a new house for Xiaobao and get him a wife, and she won't buy medicine for my mother. If I could make money, I'd hide it and not give it to my mother..."

"Wait, you just said you made money for your mother."

"It's to buy medicine for my mother, so I can't give her any money. She's just like my father, she gives all her money to grandma, and even then, grandma scolds them for being unfilial and not giving her a grandson."

Rong Tang was speechless.

"Saya, are you three sisters eating enough at home?"

San Ya said, "We didn't have enough to eat before. Ever since my eldest sister started working for Prince Tang, she brings some food to me and my second sister every day, saying it's from Sister Chuncao. As long as she doesn't finish it, we won't be hungry."

It's just not hungry, not full.

Life in the Third Master's family is still relatively good. It is hard to imagine how difficult it is for girls from poorer families.

"There's no work you can do in my yard."

San Ya was just about to show a look of disappointment when Rong Tang said, "But I want to go for a walk in the mountains, and I don't know the way. If you are willing to lead the way, I will give you ten cents. You are so young, can you go into the mountains?"

San Ya was surprised and delighted. "I can do it. I went into the mountains with my sister to collect firewood and cut grass when I was four years old. I know all the mountain roads here well."

"Okay, wait for me to go together."

Not far away, Doctor Zhang said sarcastically, "Boy, don't say that the old man didn't warn you. It's okay if no one sees you in this courtyard, but if you go out of this door and someone finds out you're feigning illness, you'll be in big trouble."

Although San Ya was small, she was smart and could tell that the words were not good. "Will it cause trouble?"

"No, wait a moment."

Rong Tang went in, changed into a coarse cloth garment, and came out with a large violin case on his back. No one knew what the violin case represented except Chuncao (see Samsara Break for details), and Chuncao was not at home either.

After going out, Rong Shen followed closely.

Doctor Zhang snorted coldly at first, then murmured, "If you want a son, don't come to me for help. Even if you have a thousand or twenty thousand taels, it may not come true."

It's a pity that no one heard his words.

Rong Tang was just feeling uncomfortable and wanted to find a place where there was no one to get some fresh air and practice the piano. He was a half-baked pianist who hadn't even mastered the piano for three or two months, which made him unworthy of the name of the Heavenly Demon Harp.

The Sanya people had short legs and could not walk fast, so Rong Tang and Rong Shen followed slowly behind. The compound was also close to the mountains, and soon they walked up the mountain road and the villagers could no longer see them.

Rong Shen took two steps forward, stuffed Xiao San Ya into the backpack, and carried it on his back.

Although the basket Sanya was carrying was small, that was for an adult, but it was actually no problem for Sanya to carry everything. Sanya let out a small cry of surprise, but Rong Shen had already increased his pace and was running quickly up the mountain, something that the tiny Sanya could not do.

Rong Tang also quickened his pace. He could sense that, despite Rong Shen's swift pace, he was still waiting for his pace, perhaps even training his footwork. Although Rong Shen was a man of few words and not very good at expressing himself, his loyalty and love for his master could still be felt.

Rong Tang treated it as a cross-country race with weights, challenging his own limits within the limits of his body's endurance.

Rong Shen had always known that his master had some close combat skills, but he actually didn't have any light work skills. He didn't expect that after accelerating again and again, his master could actually follow closely, not being left far behind, and not complaining or getting tired and stopping to rest. He was even more impressed.

Because he was afraid of hurting his master, he stopped under a big tree and waited for Rong Tang to come over and rest.

Rong Tang followed, sweat dripping down his hair.

At this time, they had already run past the outer mountain area where the villagers usually went and entered the deep mountains.

Sanya had never been here before, and her face turned pale. "Prince Tang, this is deep in the mountains, very dangerous, let's go back."

Rong Tang said, "Don't be afraid. Rong Shen is good at martial arts and can protect us."

"I told you there's a big tiger on the mountain. Aren't you afraid?"

Rong Tang chuckled, "Rong Shen, here comes a tiger, can you kill it?"

Rong Shen nodded seriously, "Master, take Miss Rong San up the tree. I can bring down the tiger by myself."

Rong Tang looked at San Ya, "Are you still afraid?"

San Ya made a bitter face and said, "But I don't know the way here."

"It's okay. Once I get into the mountains, I'll know the way."

San Ya didn't understand why a person couldn't recognize the road on the outskirts of the mountain, but could recognize it when he got deep into the mountains.

Rong Tang pointed at the sun in the sky and said, "When you can't tell the way, take a closer look at the surrounding environment. There are many things that can guide us, such as the sun. It's almost 9 o'clock now, and the sun is in the southeast. Let's go up the mountain from the east, and you will know how to get home."

Sanya tilted her head, "What if it's cloudy?"

"Of course, there are ways to identify cloudy days. Look at this tree. Half of it is lush and leafy, while the other half has sparse branches. This is because most trees grow towards the sun, and the half with dense branches and leaves is usually on the south side."