As soon as Mrs. Qin's words came out, everyone in the dining room knelt on the floor, looking horrified.
Except for one person.
Everyone was kneeling while she stood alone, her posture upright like a snowdrop standing on the top of a cliff, making it difficult for people to ignore her.
Qin Liuxi stood upright, looking down at the mandala embroidered on the lapel of his clothes, pretending not to see the kneeling people in the room.
Mrs. Qin's gaze passed over her, she pursed her lips and frowned.
Qin Liuxi is obviously a member of the Qin family, but she feels like an outsider who is not involved and cannot be controlled.
"The Qin family has been defeated now. Your grandfathers, husbands or fathers and brothers are all on the road to exile. I don't know how much suffering they are suffering, let alone whether they are hungry, thirsty, sick or..." Mrs. Qin's eyes were moist, but
I stubbornly wiped away the tears that were about to burst out.
In the flower hall, there was already a burst of crying.
"Searching your home and exile is not beheading. The only thing we are lucky about is the 'mercy' given by the Holy God. As long as it works properly, there will always be a day in the future when your fathers and brothers will come back." Old Mrs. Qin took a deep breath and said:
"On this premise, we must keep this family safe and stable, and the children at home must read well. If they have trouble in the northwest, you will be the backbone of the Qin family in the future!"
"Grandma, I will definitely learn to read well." Qin Mingqi, the second roommate, clenched his fists and spoke with red eyes.
Wan Yiniang pushed Qin Mingchun, the little bun next to her, and the latter made a sound, blinked his dark eyes and followed with a confused expression: "I, I can do it too."
Reading, reading is so difficult!
Old Mrs. Qin looked at these two grandsons and shed tears when she thought of the eldest grandson who had just turned twelve and was exiled, and the eldest son of the second eldest son.
Her husband, three legitimate sons, and two grandsons are all on the road to exile. In terms of pain, no one can compare with her.
Now we can only hope that God will show mercy and allow them to arrive safely. Even if life there is difficult, it is always better to survive.
"The house was raided suddenly, and the property could not be taken away. We had to cover our heads in this old house, which is a great blessing among the misfortunes. Today is different from the past. The future of the Qin family will definitely not be the same as before. It is inevitable to have a simple life, and we have to get rid of it.
Wear silk and satin and learn to wear coarse cotton shoes...cough cough cough." Old Mrs. Qin coughed.
Mrs. Wang raised her head, wiped the corners of her slightly scarlet eyes, and said, "Mom, don't worry, the days are still long, and everyone didn't understand it for a while. They haven't turned around, and they will understand it slowly."
No matter who falls from the sky, there must be a process of adaptation.
Even if she is as tough-minded as she is, the same is true.
Thinking of her only son in exile, Wang felt a sharp pain in her heart, but she took a deep breath. She was the mistress of the Qin family and could not be weak.
"That's right, everyone, please get up. After eating this meal, if you don't understand anything, go back and think about it slowly." Mrs. Qin raised her hand and asked everyone to get up.
Everyone stood up, sat down, picked up their bowls and chopsticks, and ate in silence.
It tastes like chewing wax, but you still have to grit your teeth and swallow it.
After dinner, Mrs. Qin asked her aunts and juniors to go back to the house, leaving only Wang, Xie and Qin Meiniang to talk about how this family should be run in the future.
Seeing this, Qin Liuxi raised her legs to leave, but Mrs. Qin stopped her.
"Xi Yatou, you also stay and listen."
Qin Liuxi paused, sat down again, and picked up a cup of tea.
