"How can you let a patient lie on a ragged mat on the ground in such a cold weather? If you leave the air blowing at the door, are you still not human?"
Jia Lian felt that the group of two-legged creatures in front of him were extremely strange. They were all just trying to grab things and money, and all their family and affection were lost to the dogs?
As soon as the old man saw Jia Lian wearing a satin robe, he knew that the visitor was wealthy and did not dare to be more presumptuous, so he explained:
"This young master is a friend of Qin Zhong, right? The little old man is Qin Zhong's cousin. Before Qin Zhong's father returned to the west in the first few days, Qin Zhong was already seriously ill, and it looked like he was no longer useful. Today, I have fainted two or three times since morning, and I had to move the bed to change the bed. How can anyone still lie on the kang in this situation? Let the wind blow here, and go away the bad luck."
When Jia Lian heard this, he wished he could give this tasteless old grandson a slap in the face.
He quickly went to look at Qin Zhong and saw that his face was as white as wax, the corners of his mouth were blue, and his breathing was light but even.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Jia Lian's mouth:
"If you don't even hire a doctor, you know he's useless?
If you put it on the cold ground and blow the cold wind, do you want to blow away the bad luck? Or do you want to blow away the vitality?"
Just when he saw Xing'er tying up his horse and following him, Jia Lian ordered:
"Hurry up and get the person onto the kang."
Xing'er was small in strength, but extremely clever. He agreed and said to the two young men who were rushing to move chairs and cabinets:
"You two, go and carry Qin Xianggong onto the kang, and give each of you two big coins."
Without even thinking about it, the two men immediately lifted Qin Zhong from the ground to the kang, then turned around and asked Xing'er for money.
Xing'er took out a dozen big coins from his arms and threw four of them to them.
Without Jia Lian's orders, he saw a woman walking out carrying a big baggage and a thick quilt. He took out five large coins and flashed them in front of her eyes:
"Five big coins, I'll buy the quilt in your hand."
When the woman saw the cash dangling around, she immediately handed the thick quilt in her arms to Xing'er, dropped the bag, opened it, and asked:
"Do you want this pillow? It's 60% new. It's not broken. Just pay two big bucks...and this..."
Xing'er waved his hand:
"Go, go, that pillow costs a lot of money at most."
The woman responded quickly:
"Just one, just one. Do you want a mattress?"
Xing'er ignored him and threw six big coins to her, took a pillow and put it under Qin Zhong's neck, and wrapped him tightly in quilt.
Jia Lian nodded towards Xing'er:
"Okay, if you have a wink, I will love you as much as possible, Mr. Er."
Xing'er smiled coquettishly at Jia Lian:
"Second Master, I haven't had any pain in a while, but this slave is no longer in pain."
"Go away! I'll open a dyeing shop if I give you three cents of color." Jia Lian threw a piece of silver into Xing'er's heart and said, "Hurry up and ask for a doctor. If you can't find a good doctor, give me back the money."
Xing'er lowered his head to catch the silver and saw, oh, there were five taels, and he smiled:
"From now on, if the second master loves me so much, I would rather let the second master hurt me every day." As he said this, he ran away.
Qin Zhong's uncle saw from the side that Jia Lian waved his hand and saw a large piece of snowflake silver. He had straightened his eyes and quietly sneaked to the door, grabbed his old woman, and whispered:
"It's amazing. There is a noble person in the house. He is very rich. Please stop fighting for now and wait to see what happens."
His wife was so proud of the quarrel that she threw him away:
"Get lost! If you don't fight now, they will have emptied everything in this room in a blink of an eye! You useless old thing!"
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Perhaps because he was warmer under the quilt, Qin Zhong gradually calmed down, exhaled gently, closed his eyes and couldn't help but moan:
"Don't take my things... these are all... my dad... I don't know where the money is... Brother Bao... Zhi'er... come and save me..."
Even though he is about to die, he still misses the little round face!
Jia Lian pointed at Qin Zhong in his heart and cursed: If it weren't for your sister's sake, if I were to care about such a prodigal thing like you, I would be like an eggplant!
But I heard Fengyue Baojian in his arms smile and say:
"This boy is really a romantic person. His "Brother Bao" and "Zhijier" both have a strong romantic relationship with him."
Before Jia Lian came to Qin's house today, when he went home to change his clothes, he originally wanted to bring a mirror to see how far Qin Zhong and Zhi'er had developed. When he heard what the mirror said, he sighed in his heart:
A good-looking little boy turned into a two-way plug, killing both men and women. Isn't he tired?
Fengyue Baojian smiled again:
"Why did the master say that? Don't talk about Baoyu, Xue Pan is the master, and..."
"Your sister too! Stop slandering my reputation! I am a straight man! A straight man! A straight man!"
Fengyue Baojian whispered:
"What is a straight man...a man who goes straight to the yellow dragon?"
Jia Lian was so angry that he immediately put his hands on his chest, preparing to take out a mirror and smash it.
The mirror hurriedly said:
"Mirror slave doesn't dare anymore! Master, spare your life!"
Suddenly, Qin Zhong on the bed murmured vaguely:
"...I won't leave...I...I want to see...Brother Bao..."
This bastard! The unlucky thing who refuses to repent!
At this moment, the sound of carriages and horses could be heard at the door, and more than twenty young men jumped off the horses and hurriedly came in, swarming around Baoyu with anxious faces.
Baoyu didn't care to see Jia Lian, but hurried forward and rushed to Qin Zhong. He held Qin Zhong's hand tightly and kept calling: "Brother Jing! Baoyu is here."
Baoyu was closely followed by Li Gui, Baoyu's nanny. When he saw Jia Lian, he quickly led the rest of the boys and stepped forward to salute him.
When Jia Lian saw that it was Li Gui and not Ming Yan who was following Baoyu, he asked, "Did the old lady send you to follow?"
Li Guichui answered calmly: "Yes.
The old lady personally gave the order: 'Haosheng sent the right person to follow him, and he will return as soon as he can do his best as a classmate. There won't be much delay.'"
Jia Lian's heart moved: Weird? Why did Jia Mu suddenly become so cold towards Qin Zhong?
Li Gui is the son of Baoyu nanny Li. He is in his mid-twenties, has a calm temper, and has a good mind.
Seeing Jia Lian pondering, he whispered:
"Second Master, it's a small offense, can you please excuse me?"
The people outside the house who were originally competing for property were frightened by the boys brought by Baoyu and hid aside. Jia Lian went outside the house, but it was quiet.
When Li Gui saw no one around, he said:
"Second Master Lian, I heard from my mother that Jingxu, the old lady from the Mantou Temple, went to see the old lady yesterday and told her about using sesame oil to light a lamp to worship the Great Bright and Illuminating Bodhisattva of the West.
Later, for some reason, she mentioned that her sister-in-law Zhi'er, who lived in the nunnery, had fled to the city and came to the home of Qin Xianggong.
Jingxu said that he was afraid of being embarrassed and did not dare to speak out, which made the old lady angry. At that time, he scolded Mr. Qin for leading Mr. Bao into trouble, and he would not allow Mr. Qin to study in our private school again in the future.
If Mr. Bao hadn't made a big fuss in the house today, the old lady would never have allowed him to come. She was also afraid that Mingyan and the others wouldn't be able to defeat Mr. Bao, so she sent her servants to follow her."
(Qin Zhong: I’m about to die, and an unscrupulous author still asks me to come and ask for collections, recommendations, and support. Is this also something humans do?
Author: It doesn’t matter whether you die or not, and it doesn’t matter whether it was done by someone else, I won’t do it anyway.)