Qing Pheasant carried firewood on his back and supported Qixing back to the thatched cottage. The last ray of sunset disappeared and night enveloped the sky and earth.
"Miss, please open the door. I'll light the fire and clean the kitchen." Qing Zhi said, putting down the firewood first.
Qixing hummed and stretched out his hand to her: "Give me your hairpin."
Hairpin? Qing Zhi looked at the young lady’s disheveled hair. Because she had been lying in the car, she didn’t comb her hair or bring her hairpin.
Miss, do you want to pull up your hair? Qing Zhi hurriedly took off a silver hairpin and handed it over.
"Miss, do you want me to help you?" she asked, "Miss, although you are very skillful with your hands, you need to rest more now."
When we were at home, the girls' hair was combed by the young lady. The young lady was so skillful that she could always make a bun that no one else could do.
Alas, the lady is working too hard.
In the past few years, being called "Miss" in the Lu family is actually like serving as a servant girl.
Qing Zhi was thinking wildly and watched the young lady take the silver hairpin and walk to the door of the thatched cottage without twisting her hair, holding the hairpin in one hand and the copper lock in the other.
What is this? Qing Zhi was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a thud. The copper lock opened and fell into the lady's hand. With another gentle push, the door creaked and slowly opened.
This, this, this... Qingzhi looked at the door. Did she read it correctly? Did the lady use a hairpin to open the lock?
The lady said she had a key, and she thought she knew where the key to the thatched cottage was hidden.
"Miss." She stammered and asked, "You, don't you have the key?"
Qixing looked at her and shook the hairpin in his hand: "This is the key." After that, he walked to the other two doors and poked the door a few times with the hairpin again, and the door lock fell.
No matter how stupid Qingzhi is, he still realizes that Miss is not picking a lock, this is picking a lock!
"Miss." She couldn't believe it, "How could you...?"
Qixing came over and inserted the hairpin back into her head.
"Didn't you tell me?" She smiled slightly, "I'm very skillful with my hands."
Qing Zhi was stunned. She was also deft at prying open the door and unlocking the door. Before she could say anything else, the lady's skillful hand pushed her on the shoulder.
"Okay, let's light the fire."
The thatched cottage was lit up in the night.
Although he still slept on the ground that night, Qingzhi slept extremely soundly, and when he woke up, it was already dawn.
She subconsciously looked to the side first.
The cart was still in the house, but there was no one on it.
Qing Zhi got up in surprise, bad thoughts flashed through his mind, and he stumbled out, looking down to see writing on the ground.
The words were written on branches. The words written on branches are still beautiful and powerful, leaving deep marks on the ground.
"I'm going to go for a walk in the mountains."
Going to the mountain? Qingzhi didn't let go at all, so he hurriedly walked out. As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a woman staggering towards the mountain road.
She was wearing a plain skirt, her hair was tied up with branches, and she was holding a bamboo stick in one hand. The early morning mountain mist lingered under her feet, as if she were walking in the mist, with a fairy spirit floating in the air.
Qing Zhi was startled. Is it because she returned home? The lady looked different from before.
The lady got closer and closer, and Qing Zhi's eyes saw her other hand, which was holding a hare...
"Miss!" Qing Zhi shouted hurriedly to greet her.
Qixing said: "I'm going to see my grandfather and mother."
Even if it is a tomb, they are still relatives, and they want to be by their side all the time. Qing Zhi nodded and said what he wanted to say, Qixing handed over the hare.
"I picked it up on the mountain..." she said.
Picked it up? Qing Pheasant was stunned for a moment. Are the wild animals in the mountains easy to pick up?
"There is an old saying, wait for the rabbit." Qixing said, "I was sitting in front of the tomb, and the rabbit bumped into me."
I have heard this sentence before. It is said that rabbits are very stupid. Moreover, Qingzhi couldn't help but think that it was in front of the tomb of the lady's relatives. The lady was so lonely that she only ate a mouthful of gruel last night, and this was the only thing they had left.
food…..
The food to satisfy my hunger has not yet arrived today.
So the young lady's grandfather and mother specially sent it.
"Okay." Aoki pheasant burst into tears because of his own thoughts, and with a thick nasal voice, he took the hare and said, "I'll roast the rabbit for the lady to eat."
The young lady looked at her, smiled, said nothing, and took the first step.
Qing Pheasant was carrying the hare behind him, and when he lowered his head, he saw a stain of blood on his hand, which was on the hare's neck... Waiting for the Hare means that the hare hit a tree stump, so it must have bled from its neck.
This was the first time Qing Pheasant saw a dead rabbit. Although she was a rough girl at home, she didn't need to kill chickens and geese.
The blood on his hands was sticky in his heart, and Qingzhi's mind was also sticky and he was thinking wildly. Now it's no different than before. From now on, you have to eat and drink by yourself. Killing chickens, ducks, and rabbits is nothing.
The young lady's health has gotten much better. She looks very weak and her steps are very slow, but she actually walks faster than her...
In the blink of an eye, she was left behind.
Sure enough, my blood energy recovered after I got home.
Qing Zhi put aside his random thoughts and quickened his pace to catch up, following Qixing back to the front of the thatched cottage. In front of the thatched cottage, there was not only a skinny donkey, but also a woman.
The woman was in her forties, carrying a basket in one hand and a hoe in the other, walking around the thatched cottage, looking at the skinny donkey and the interior...
Qing Zhi was a little nervous, and quickened his pace to stand in front of Qixing. The woman heard the footsteps and looked over, and both parties hesitated slightly.
"This house is owned by someone else." The woman spoke first, "You can't live there randomly."
Is there anyone helping to look after the house? Qingzhi was a little surprised.
She hurriedly said: "This is our family. Our lady is the granddaughter of Mr. Yue Lao."
The woman was obviously also surprised. She looked at the girl behind Qing Zhi and the girl walked out slowly.
"I am..." she said.
But before she could introduce herself, the woman had already stamped her foot and said with surprise and joy: "You are the old gentleman's little lady, ah, Ah Qi! I have heard the old gentleman call you."
I heard it, but I still remember it after so long. Qixing smiled at her.
The woman kept saying, "You've grown so big, I can't even recognize you." "When the old gentleman passed away, they said you were taken away by relatives." "Are you back?" "I didn't expect to see you again.
"Last night I saw the lights on here, and I felt uneasy. I thought it was a thief sneaking in." "I wanted to come and see it, but I thought maybe the old gentleman was coming home to have a look, so I didn't dare to disturb him." "A big crowd."
I've been here a long time ago, but I didn't expect that it was you who came back." "Hey, little miss, you've grown up so much, it's so good, so good."
The early morning silence in front of the thatched cottage was broken by a woman.
She didn't need Qixing to answer. She kept talking, laughing and raising her hands to wipe away her tears.
"I have to go to the village to tell everyone the good news."
After saying that, he turned around and ran quickly, running away in the blink of an eye.
Qixing looked at the woman's back and smiled again.
Qing Zhi couldn't help wiping her tears. It was strange that she didn't know why she wanted to cry.
There is a person with an unknown tombstone on the mountain, and the villagers are still thinking about it. The dilapidated thatched cottage is still taken care of by someone, who comes with a hoe early in the morning to prevent thieves from sneaking in and disturbing him.
"Old gentleman, you are not alone here." She said softly, "Miss, you are not alone either."
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"So it really went well?"
In the Lu family's mansion in Yucheng, Mr. Lu Kang received the news and paused slightly while holding the tea.
The steward stood in front of the hall with a boy and said yes.
"I asked Fushun to keep an eye on it all the way," the steward said, "I arrived in Xu Cheng three days ago."
Although Mrs. Lu said she didn't care whether she was alive or dead, she still sent people to investigate - if this little maidservant really went to report to the official, the family would be prepared.
The young man Fu stopped by and reported the details: "I looked like I was dying along the way. I lay motionless in the car. I cried every day. I didn't expect that I would be fine when I returned to Xucheng."
That was such a pity, Lu Kang thought in her heart, it would be better if she died, and everything would be over.
"When Fushun came back, Ah Qi Xiao." The steward was about to call her "Miss". Seeing Mrs. Lu's face, he quickly and cleverly changed his words, "The little maid was giving the wild rabbits she picked up to the villagers in exchange for rice and noodles.
"
Fushun added: "The villagers were very kind to her. They gave her dishes and chopsticks and built a bed for her. Madam, that family has nothing."
Of course there was nothing in that home, Lu Kangshi sneered.
The steward waved the boy away, then took a step forward and asked in a low voice: "Madam, the thatched cottage in Xucheng is in a dilapidated state, do you want to light a fire?"
