Chapter 352 The name of the slave family is Qian'er, the body is weak, and the Zhao family grows up
Zhao Qianer suddenly fell in love with holding hands and his caring gaze.
Just like I fell in love with Brother Rong'er's abdominal muscles not long ago, I just touched and felt it, and then I fell in love with it.
The little girl can't explain the reason, she likes and dislikes all as she pleases.
So her love is just pure love.
Like it wholeheartedly.
Just like when she was a child, when she was still a maid with short legs and a round face, she ran to the kitchen of the Duke's Palace to 'steal' something for the lady to eat. On the way, she suddenly saw a little girl of the same age in gorgeous clothes sitting on a wooden board and swinging around.
Flying, his pace gradually slowed down, he squatted on the ground and hugged his knees, and quietly looked at it for a long time.
Then, being sensitive, before she was about to be discovered, she turned around and ran back with short legs. Finally, she found Brother Rong Er who was "walking" in the melon field of the farm. She looked up at him with her eyes rolled up and her hands behind her back.
Behind her, someone shouted that she wanted to fly too, fly high.
Zhao Qian'er knew that she was just a little maid. She had been a maid ever since she could remember, a small maid, the kind without parents.
That being said, if there were parents, they would not have sold her into the house as a slave shortly after she was born.
At least we have to let Qian'er grow up and remember something before selling her to see if she is an ugly girl or a girl with a big appetite, whether she can afford to keep her, and whether it is worth raising.
At least Qian'er must have memories and get to know her parents. In this case, after being sold into the Duke's Mansion and becoming a slave, she can have some unnecessary thoughts and concerns, just in case there is another chance in the future.
After getting to know each other, we can also renew our family relationship, even if we are just short of money and ask her for money.
In the Jingnan Duke's Mansion, many maids and maids are in this situation. Some of them are even more lucky and can always keep in touch with their families outside.
Well, this was the most 'cruel' parent she could think of when she was huddled in bed when she was a child. Well, even so, this was the one that Zhao Qianer envied, the one who could cover her mouth and smile while squinting her eyes.
kind.
Because if she was really in this situation, Zhao Qian'er wouldn't blame them. She could understand it. After all, being hungry was really uncomfortable, so selling her to a girl might be the best way.
As for the best parent, of course Rong'er's mother, Aunt Liu.
But, as long as you can remember, what is it like to have no father or mother?
Zhao Qian'er didn't believe there were parents more cruel than the above.
Zhao Qian'er didn't believe that her parents had just given birth to her. She just took one look at her bloodstained and ugly face as a baby, and then abandoned her as waste without any thought of raising her.
Well, being able to place her at the door of a wealthy family and choose a good location seems to be the most benevolent and righteous thing to do. The rest is left to fate, and the two parties have nothing to do with each other.
As for the wasted vegetable basket and the narrow rag wrapped around her body, it seemed that they were all for dignity, their dignity, so they covered the 'stranger' who had just been taken out of the belly to prevent others from seeing them.
littering.
This was no longer indifference, it was... just treating her like a ten-month pregnancy, a piece of rotten flesh cut off from her body, with only pain and no emotion, even the emotion of indifference.
Because indifference is towards people, indifference towards objects?
Therefore, Zhao Qianer still does not believe that such parents exist.
Therefore, as an abandoned baby, she always felt that her parents had some troubles, or died of illness, or were hunted by enemies, or... accidentally lost them, and then they worked very hard to find her.
, and could never find her again.
Therefore, Zhao Qian'er feels that she is extremely happy. Compared with the most 'cruel' parents above, well, Xiao Qian'er, aren't you happy and contented with this?
She was even afraid that she had killed her mother, who was ten months pregnant.
But if her parents accidentally lost her, Zhao Qian'er would be extremely happy and a little sad at the same time.
Just a little bit.
If she could have a chance to meet them in this life, she would like to tell them.
Please be more careful in the future and don't lose your child carelessly. Even if she or he is just a small one, even if it is troublesome and in the way, if you drop it, you will miss it for a long time...
Zhao Qian'er later asked Aunt Liu what happened back then, with her chin lifted up and her teeth exposed.
Aunt Liu said that she was lying outside the side door of the Duke's Palace probably not a few days after she was born. It was the young lady's biological mother, the eldest lady of the fourth room. After seeing her, she showed kindness and allowed the Duke's Palace to take her in. .
Instead of being sent to a government-run orphanage in Qianjing, where they become goods claimed by brothel madams, human traffickers and other people from all walks of life.
Later, whenever Zhao Qianer thought about this, she silently guessed that it might be that the eldest lady had just given birth to a daughter, that is, the current young lady was born. So when the eldest lady went out and happened to see her, although it was unlucky, she also gave birth. The compassion these women feel after becoming mothers.
However, this compassion almost ends there.
Because it was not the fourth room where the eldest lady lived that adopted her, Zhao Qian'er, who entered the palace as a baby, spent her first few years in other places in the Duke's palace that were specialized in dealing with abandoned babies like her.
Even for such a noble person, it is only a matter of words to let the fourth room in the house specially accept Zhao Qian'er and make her treatment completely different.
But she is just a little baby girl that no one wants and careless parents don't know where she is. She is not worthy of the time of the noble lady to talk about her.
However, after catching a glimpse of her lying in the vegetable basket in front of the door, the eldest lady gently raised her chin to signal and asked the clever servant to carry the basket into the door. Later, whenever Zhao Qianer recalled this incident, she was still grateful. Extremely happy and contented.
However, despite this, she and Si Fang are also destined.
Later, Zhao Qian'er remembered that not long after that, the house had to allocate maids, because she couldn't beat her, couldn't get much food, was malnourished, and couldn't beat other abandoned baby maids, she was small and weak.
None of the house stewards liked her, so they chose her, a short, thin, yellow-haired girl who looked like a reed stalk after being burned by a fire in autumn.
Well, I guess in the eyes of the stewards, on such an important day for a humble maid to be chosen by her master, even her hair was messy, and she didn't know whether she knew how to tie it. It seemed that there was some yellow mud on it, and there were a few rather straight faint pink marks on the two cheeks.
There she looks like a smart and well-behaved maid suitable to serve her master.
At the same time, she was standing at the back of the crowd, being blocked by a few tall abandoned baby maids in front of her, intentionally or unintentionally.
No one even noticed.
Even though Zhao Qian'er tried hard to stand on tiptoes and tied her hair that was cleaned with cold well water, she endured the pain from the eight red and swollen scratches on her face that were covered with white flour. Jiao's bright eyes bloomed with the brightest smile in her life.
But it didn't attract the attention of even one of the stewards, including Kun Bo, whose demeanor and appearance had not changed much over the years.
In her expectant eyes, the tall old man's calm gaze just glanced past, falling on a few maids in the front row of the crowd who looked smart and lovely, and never looked back.
At that moment, Zhao Qian'er, who was too old to count on one hand, slowly lowered her feet. Her eyes were still bright, but she bent her body and crouched behind the thick wall blocking her.
She still had a smile on her face that she had just wanted to show off to others, but she seemed to have forgotten to restrain it, or in other words, this bright smile seemed to be the most comfortable at the moment.
I have endured the pain for a long time and am so numb that it no longer hurts. If I stop smiling and touch the wound, the pain will make me roll over.
Zhao Qian'er, who didn't understand many things and had no one to teach her, had a smile on her face, her hands on her knees and her head buried in her hands. This was the most comfortable position for her. This was the position she took when she was scratched, kicked and kicked by her peers in the morning.
But those who didn't like her face still scratched her face.
Although Zhao Qian'er was young at the time, she generally knew that she was quite good-looking, and that was the only advantage that outsiders could find in her small body at first glance.
So after being scratched, Zhao Qian'er, covered in mud, ran to the kitchen and begged a bad-tempered cook in a low voice for a long time before the latter gave her a little flour.
But the premise is that she has to carry a lot of buckets of water and do a lot of work.
However, Zhao Qianer agreed with a smile, and then ran back to the woodshed with the hard-earned yellowish flour, wiped the blood that overflowed from the wound on her face with a dry rag, and applied flour that could cover up the redness, swelling and scratches.
Although it hurts, the little face reflected in the water tank is no longer noticeable.
But right now, it seems that no one likes this maid.
She squatted at the back of the crowd, with darkness in front of her and the sun behind her, and she was thinking wildly.
Will she sleep in the woodshed next to the toilet forever? Will she not even be able to live in the woodshed? Will she be kicked out of the house and become a beggar living on the street, and then have her legs or hands broken by an old beggar?
She was only a few years old and ignorant.
Joy and sorrow, pain and suffering, hunger and cold, sadness and fear.
They are all pure, and so is suffering.
Even now, many years later, it is still the same, but in the arms of Rong'er, she feels pure and bright love, and happiness that is about to melt.