Chapter 2 Ma Mansion

The good news is that he was born in the General Military Mansion, but the bad news is that his status in Ma Mansion is very embarrassing.

Ma Cheng is the fifth son of Ma Lin, the commander-in-chief of Kaiyuan, and an illegitimate son born from an outside house. In the vague memory of his mind, he has been looked down upon and neglected since childhood. His mother-in-law, Sun Shi, was originally the daughter of a prison officer.

The man in the church passed away more than ten years ago. Fortunately, the historically incompetent Marin still had some affection for him and took his illegitimate son into the house to raise him carefully since he was a child. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

In the forty-sixth year of Wanli's reign, Ma Cheng was sixteen years old this year. Among Ma Lin's six sons and seven daughters, he, the illegitimate son, was in the most miserable situation.

Holding back the splitting headache, Ma Cheng recalled the memory fragments in his mind that did not belong to him. Beatings, scoldings, rolling eyes, and neglect were all of these memory fragments, which appeared in Ruya before the collapse a few days ago.

The young man is his biological father, Marin. In more than ten years, Ma Lin has not visited this wing more than three times. If his son had not been seriously ill and dying this time, he might not have met his biological father.

Silently reciting the forty-sixth year of Wanli, Ma Cheng groaned in pain again. This year was not peaceful in history. The battle between Ming Dynasty and Fushun in the late Jin Dynasty in April and the battle of Qinghe City in July ended with the disastrous defeat of the Ming Dynasty.

It was an important battle mentioned repeatedly in the textbooks of the National Defense University, the Battle of Sarhu that ruined the Ming Dynasty in one fell swoop. In this battle, the performance of his cheap father, Kaiyuan Commander-in-Chief Ma Lin, was not glorious. After the disastrous defeat,

He fled back to Kaiyuan in embarrassment.

Just when I was thinking about trance, I heard footsteps coming from outside the room.

A woman's voice came from outside the house: "Brother Cheng is feeling better."

Ma Cheng was in a trance for a while, and he naturally answered with the accent of this era: "Mother Li, please come in."

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and a woman in her forties pushed the door open and came in. The middle-aged woman had a smile on her face and a bowl of hot noodle soup in her hand. Ma Cheng saw this familiar face.

A feeling of intimacy arose, and some vague memory fragments gradually became clear. He recognized this middle-aged woman as a servant of Ma's family and his nanny when he was a child. She was also the closest person to him in Ma's family.

Hot noodle soup was delivered to hand, and Grandma Li's smile became even stronger: "Brother Cheng, eat it while it's hot."

Ma Cheng was filled with gratitude and a little embarrassed, and replied in a low voice: "Mommy, I have worked hard for you these days."

Grandma Li put away her smile and sighed softly: "Why bother? You are in good health, so don't worry about talking. My husband told me to rest for some time."

When Ma Cheng heard that, his heart felt warm and his nose felt a little sore. If it hadn't been for Aunt Li's careful care these days, he might not have survived the typhoid fever. He finished the soup noodles silently, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and met Aunt Li again.

We chatted a few words about home affairs. Grandma Li was old and nagging, but Ma Cheng didn’t feel irritated but found it very useful. After chatting for a while, her thoughts about her family and comrades-in-arms also faded away.

Grandma Li just muttered in a low voice: "I have spent a lot of money on your treatment these days, and I overturned the table in my aunt's room because of this. After all, we are my own flesh and blood, and I still miss you in my heart."

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Ma Cheng smiled helplessly when he heard it, and didn't know what to think. While he was chatting with Grandma Li, two more young people came in from the outside, two strong young people, one named Ma Xiaosan and the other named Ma Xiaowu.

They are both villagers in Ma Mansion, and they are also the two sons of Grandma Li. One of them is slender named Ma Xiaosan, and the other is slightly shorter and stockier named Ma Xiaowu. They are both one year younger than Zhang Cheng.

The two teenagers entered the room, closed the door tightly and took out a robe.

Ma Xiaosan proudly took out a hare from his bag and placed two old ginseng plants on the edge of the kang.

Grandma Li was startled and complained in a low voice: "Two little bastards secretly harvested old ginseng again. If the government finds out, they will be beheaded!"

The two young men looked disapproving and did not take their mother's words to heart.

Ma Xiaosan retorted angrily: "We picked this from the mountains, and we didn't steal or rob it."

Ma Xiaowu also muttered angrily: "My third brother almost fell to death trying to pick these two old ginseng plants. I happened to stew rabbit meat to replenish my health."

Ma Cheng's heart felt warm again, and he was deeply moved by the innocence of these two good friends. Ma Cheng couldn't do anything with them, so she muttered a few more words before going to stew old ginseng and rabbit meat. Ma Cheng gritted his teeth

Cheering up, I walked to the yard with the help of the Ma brothers to stretch my muscles and take a breath of fresh air mixed with the aroma of earth. I secretly praised the quality of the air in this era. I took a deep breath and felt that my internal organs were very comfortable.

Finally, I had the opportunity to feel up close the mansion of the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. The General Military Mansion covers a large area. It has five courtyards for a wealthy mansion, and there are three inner mansions alone.

It is located in a remote wing of an inner house in the fifth courtyard. Outside there is a hanging flower door with an inverted lotus platform, and a dilapidated small garden. Standing in the small garden and looking at the red lanterns hanging high around it, I feel a hint of the New Year.

atmosphere.

Several young maids in the distance saw the three men from Macheng approaching and stayed away.

Seeing the maidservants acting like they were avoiding snakes and scorpions, Ma Xiaosan couldn't help but whisper in a low voice: "A dog's eyes look down upon others!"

Ma Cheng could only grin bitterly, knowing that the matter was not over yet, because his illness caused his biological father, Ma Lin, to have a big quarrel with his first wife. Therefore, the maids in the mansion avoided him at a distance, and naturally they would not touch him.

Even though the misfortune of the madam was only a mere amount of money, in the eyes of the ignorant and stingy woman, it was still worse than killing her.

Therefore, I have a better impression of my biological father, Ma Lin. I always have some affection for this person. After dark, the firecrackers sounded. That night, Ma Mansion held a banquet. There were also distinguished guests in the inner house, including many women in costumes. Yingying

Amid Yanyan's chatter and laughter, only the wing room where Ma Cheng lived remained deserted, which gave him peace of mind and peace of mind to recuperate.

A few days later, it was the seventh day of the first lunar month in the forty-sixth year of Wanli.

With the nourishment of rabbit meat stewed with old wild ginseng, Ma Cheng's body has fully recovered. The expected trouble did not come. It seemed that she was taking advantage of the Chinese New Year. Mrs. Ma did not want to cause trouble again during the Chinese New Year.

The chaos in the mansion is not good-looking. The situation seems to have returned to before Ma Cheng's rebirth. He became a dispensable role in the General Military Mansion, which also gave Ma Cheng time to adapt to this new era.

These days, he just hides in his room to read and stretch his aching muscles, and his life is quite comfortable. Brush calligraphy is not a problem for him. It is also one of his hobbies. The only trouble is that traditional Chinese characters and

The vertical layout takes more time to get used to. In my previous life, I worked at a border guard post for more than ten years. I had to deal with armed poachers, overseas separatist forces and even all kinds of fugitives every day. It was a bit uncomfortable to suddenly relax at this time.
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