The general and his spoiled wife

Red bricks and green tiles, the cramped alleys are filled with the smell of earth. Jiang Huai walked in the narrow alleys without squinting. The rain wet the deerskin boots, and her slender and straight legs strode forward, avoiding potholes flexibly and skillfully, like a lazy Lazy looks like a white cat that is not easy to mess with.

Dressed in white, even walking under the cloudy and rainy sky, it is still so white that it shines, like a banished fairy descending.

Weeds grow tenaciously in the corner of the wall, which cannot be extinct in this season. When the road came to an end, Jiang Huai took a deep breath, raised her hand, and gently pushed open the old dilapidated wooden door.

The door made a hoarse and unpleasant sound, like the sound of a bellows in the throat of a dying old man.

The tip of Jiang Huai's nose was slightly sour, regretting only coming today.

The woman sat under the eaves and chatted with the little boy from time to time, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, dressed in common clothes, simple and plain.Even though the face is old, it still gives people the illusion of tenderness of the years.

The little boy was so busy that he raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Who knows why he still sweats in such a cold day?

The yard was full of stagnant water, and the boy couldn't handle it all by himself. He said angrily, "Oh, grandma! Can't you just shut up! It's so annoying!"

The old woman smiled and closed her mouth. Her eyes were dull. She was blind 20 years ago. Now she is used to the days without light. She doesn’t think it’s a bad day on a gloomy day. Her grandson doesn’t like to hear it. If she tells a story, then she just shuts up.

Saying the words without thinking, the little boy poked his cheek awkwardly with his fingers, and smiled apologetically, "Oh, grandma is not good at that, she has such a good temper, I was so impatient just now, grandma should punish me~"

Euphemistic expression of impulsive remorse.The old woman shook her head nonchalantly, and didn't speak anymore.

Xiao Tong didn't know what to say, so he worked harder.

No matter how well the water in the courtyard is not dredged, we have to prevent the rainwater from flooding into the house even at night when we sleep.Grandma is getting old, her eyes are bad, and the yard is wet and slippery, what should I do if she accidentally falls down?

Waving the broom in his hand, the boy gritted his teeth and continued.Unexpectedly, a hand was placed on his shoulder suddenly, he trembled in fright, raised his head, and turned his surprise into joy: "Big brother?"

Jiang Huai promised with a smile: "I'll come, A Tong, let's go rest."

A Tong was sent to the small courtyard three years ago, and lived with his wife. Among the people who are most grateful in his life, besides grandma, is Jiang Huai.He didn't know who Jiang Huai was, he only knew that the person in front of him was a kind-hearted elder brother who saved his life and gave him food and clothing.

Jiang Huai held a broom in her hand to sweep up the stagnant water. The woman sitting under the eaves had a sudden change in her gentle and gentle expression. She got up in a hurry, and her voice trembled: "Is it you? Is it you?"

Because of being too excited, I almost fell over.The little boy hurriedly supported her: "Grandma, be careful~"

The old woman trembled: "Is it you? Is it you?"

She asked this question repeatedly, but Jiang Huai didn't say a word, just went to work.

The woman who got no reply slumped back to the four-legged stool: "It's you, it must be you, you're finally here..."

It was raining heavily, and Jiang Huai held an umbrella in one hand and worked with the other, and he worked hard for half an hour.

She dug a small ditch in the small courtyard. Once the accumulated water is too much, it will automatically flow into the street outside along this ditch.After doing this, she raised her step and supported the old woman's arm. She was dressed in a handsome white dress, and said with a gentle breath, "Come, please sit inside."

From the words, it seems that she is the master of this small courtyard.

The woman let her help without saying a word, and wanted to decline several times in the middle, Jiang Huai smiled and said: "Don't be restrained, I haven't come here for many years, this time the heavy rain is raging, let me see how you are doing."

Looking at the old clothes that had been washed until they turned white, her eyes dimmed slightly: "Why are you reluctant to use the money? Do you still think of yourself as a servant?"

The old woman's fingertips trembled: "A slave for one day, a slave for the rest of his life. This old man is a vicious slave who betrayed his master's family. How can he be treated favorably as a son?"

Jiang Huai didn't take it seriously: "This is wrong. In my heart, you are not a slave. Don't say this again in the future, I don't like to hear it."

"Yes."

Jiang Huai made tea, and politely handed it to the woman's palm, reminding: "Be careful it's hot."

The woman hesitated to speak: "Did something happen when the young master came here? Or...was someone figured it out?"

"No, it's okay." Jiang Huai tapped her knuckles rhythmically on the small tea table: "Something trivial happened, and I'm in a bad mood, so I just want to come and see your old man."

She asked: "Are you still used to living in this place? Why don't you change to a better place?"

How can trivial things that are not worth mentioning cause a bad mood?The old woman had a clear mind, and when she heard her mention of changing the place, she suddenly realized: "Is it because Yuzhou City can't live anymore? You don't need to worry about it, the old slave will move out right away."

She said that she was going to pack her luggage, but how could she have any luggage?The fallen leaves return to their roots, but they suddenly thought that they would not be able to die in their homeland when they were dying, and felt sad and did not want to be seen by others.

Jiang Huai sighed softly, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes and eyebrows: "It's hard to leave your homeland. You don't need to move out of Yuzhou City, just change to another place. This place...is too simple and unsuitable for you to live in."

She said slowly: "I need to use the money given to you. Wouldn't it be a waste of my heart if I don't use it?"

"Don't dare to waste your son's mind."

Jiang Huai smiled, gentle and elegant, with a charming smile: "That's right. I will take care of you in the old age, but I don't want you to suffer."

"Are you feeling better?" she asked.

"It's much better. The young master's medical skills are superb. Without the young master, I'm afraid I won't be able to live today."

"This is wrong again." Jiang Huai pointed at her pulse, and said in a warm voice, "It would be absurd to expect a three-year-old to live to this day without your kindness back then."

"...It's been cold and humid these days. I've already found a neighbor for you. She is a girl who couldn't be more meticulous. Have you heard of the oiran in front of the Sijing Building by Dongting Lake? Su Susu, she is very good, and she is my best friend. , with her here, your life will be much more comfortable."

"This old man has such a cheap life, how dare he trouble your son's best friend to accompany and take care of him?"

"It's really strange." Jiang Huai withdrew his hand.

Xiaotong presented her with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone according to the old practice many years ago.

After writing down a few strokes in a hurry, the prescription was completed, and the smile on her brows became softer: "Take two more doses of medicine and your body will be fully healed."

"Thank you sir."

The smile on Jiang Huai's face slowly fell: "You know, I don't like that identity. So in the future, don't remind me again."

"Yes." She changed her words: "Yes, General."

"Is the general leaving?"

Jiang Huai hummed: "Someone will come to pick you up tomorrow, and you don't need to do anything then, just enjoy a rich and peaceful life, you treat me kindly, forget about those rules, dogmas, etiquette and inferiority. Forget it, nice to me."

"Yes……"

When the woman heard footsteps, she hurriedly asked, "My lord... how is your lord?"

"Fortunately."

The sound of footsteps gradually spread away, and the old woman's face became warm: "That's good."

The little boy couldn't understand what they said, so he raised his head and asked, "Grandma, are we going to live a rich life tomorrow?"

The woman was taken aback, thinking of the words the general had instructed, she said blankly: "Yes, from now on, we only need to enjoy it."

The children's cheers came from the room, and the old woman sat back in her seat and took a sip of rough tea, feeling really uncomfortable.

More than ten years hastily flowed through the fingers, the nobleman is living in the palace, is it really good?

Thinking back to the age when the flowers were blooming, the nobles liked to go outing in the spring, catch fish in the summer, hunt in the autumn, and look for plums in the snow in winter.

The nobleman said: This is called living.

Being locked in a golden cage and living day after day is not called living, it is called life is worse than death.

Born with a free and easy personality that pursues freedom, entering the palace as a concubine, wading in the quagmire, how could she live well?

My son's heart...

She sighed and was speechless.

The old accounts from more than ten years ago are really going to be turned over. When will it be the end?

Yeah, when is the head?

Jiang Huai rubbed her brows and walked wearily on the long street. The world was in turmoil, so it was her Aci who was better.The fragrant and soft Ah Ci never forced her to retreat.

It was still early at this time, so I went to Dongshi to buy some rare items and stopped by to visit Susu.It's been a long time since she and Susu talked about wine.

After falling in love with Ah Ci, she realized that love and friendship are really different. She smiled and walked quickly...

In Liufu, Yunci paints.

Painting for an hour in succession consumed her a lot of mind, and when she was writing, she took the tea from Nian'er, moistened her throat a little, and then busily wrote a good handwriting with exquisite brushwork.

The calligraphy and painting were complete, and she was so tired that her wrists were sore, she took out the small red clay seal engraved with the three characters of "Mr.

"Go and get it to my eldest brother. All the silver taels obtained from the auction in three days will be donated to the refugees. Whether it is opening a porridge shop or repairing houses, every penny must be spent wisely. Let him handle it."

As the head of Yanliu Painting Hall, Liu Ru'an was too busy to go home recently, but fortunately Mu Changxun helped him share his worries, and he sat lazily on the pear blossom armchair with tea in his hand.

"Ah Xun, you come to help me every day, does Uncle Shi have any objections? Look, you are old enough to think about finding a wife for yourself? Let me tell you, this feeling..."

Thinking of the spring-filled younger sister, it would be a lie if he said he didn't envy her, he was about to die of envy!When you are in love, you are in love, and you must talk so heart-scratchingly, it is so sweet that he doesn't need to put sugar in his meals.

Because of this, Mr. Liu, who has been single for 23 years, finally knows the beauty of marrying a wife.

As a good brother, he tried his best to teach Mu Changxun the tricks of courting girls. Although these tricks were all learned from Jiang Huai by insinuation, it worked, didn't it?

Look at Jiang Huai, he is almost so fascinated by his sister!

That taste, tsk, envy, jealousy, hate!

Mu Changxun's face was slightly stiff, he put down the account book and said calmly: "A'an wants to marry a wife and have children?"

His attitude was suddenly cold, Liu Ru'an still didn't realize it: "Yes, don't you want to?"

"I do not want."

The Mu family's son had an outstanding character, he stood by the window, and said with emotion: "Isn't that good?"

"Huh? What is Ah Xun talking about?"

"It's nothing."

Liu Ru'an glanced at him: "If you have something on your mind, just say it, mother-in-law is like a big girl, Ah Xun, I hate it the most for someone to hide it from me. If I knew about my family back then, I wouldn't be kept in the dark, sister Maybe it won't be lost, if my sister is here, maybe A Niang won't be gone, you..."

"I……"

The manager happily knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Master, Mr. Huai is going to sell it for charity!"

"Huh? Mr. Huai has another masterpiece?" Liu Ru'an greeted him happily: "The one who sent the painting is still that little girl? Who is it?"

"Young master, it's me." Nian'er stood in front of him with a painting tube in his arms.

Liu Ru'an was stunned: "Nian'er? Why is it you?!"

A gloomy look crossed Mu Changxun's eyebrows, he got up and walked over, glanced at the painting tube in the little maid's arms, and praised with relief: "A'an, there is a good sister who is amazingly talented."

There was a lot of wind and rain outside the window, Liu Ru'an regained his composure after a while: "I...my sister is Mr. Huai who is famous in the world of calligraphy and painting?"

There was a flash of thunder, a thunderbolt split the sky, and it rained heavily...

Three days later, Yanliu Painting Hall held an auction, in which Mr. Huai sold every word and every painting at an astonishing price!

At the top auction seat, Liu Xuanzhi was relentless in throwing money, ten thousand taels of silver dripped from his fingers, and he couldn't even hear a sound.

Satisfied, he held the treasured masterpiece of 'Mr. Huai' in his arms, and pretended to casually chat with giants from all walks of life: "Everyone knows, who is this Mr. Huai's name, and where does he live?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Liu Xuanzhi just smiled and said nothing.

So someone asked: "Boss Liu knows?"

As a business tycoon who holds half of the economic lifeline of Dayu Kingdom, Liu Xuanzhi smiled reservedly: "I know."

Speaking of this, anyone with a heart can feel the clues, and asked: "Mr. Huai's benevolence, benevolence, calligraphy and painting, what is the most sacred thing?"

Liu Xuanzhi was upright and awe-inspiring, with a rosy face and said: "It's the little girl."

All four were shocked!

Looking at the surprised or happy expressions of his old friends, Liu Xuanzhi felt an unreasonable arrogance in his heart, he finally knew what Aci wanted - the sound shook the world and was heard everywhere.

Unfortunately, the Liu family has nothing else but a never-ending shortage of white money. Since money can buy fame, then... my dear girl, take it!

The city was full of wind and rain, and overnight, the tide rose and all boats rose, and Liu Yunci became famous!