Jia Lian heard the sound, rushed over in a few steps, and pushed open the back window.
I saw a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old sitting on a wall about ten feet high in the back alley.
The little girl had obviously been beaten. Her aqua shirt was torn in several places and stained with red blood. Half of the sleeve on her left hand was also torn, and her white arm was bruised and bruised.
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The double bun on her head was spread loosely, and in addition to the messy tear stains on her face, there were also a few black marks. But her childish little face was as natural and beautiful as a hibiscus.
Especially those pair of apricot-like eyes, which are very bright and as clear as water, with innocence and stubbornness, making people unforgettable at first sight.
Several women, some holding feather dusters or bamboo brooms, chased them to the wall, jumping on their feet and yelling:
"Damn girl! Come down quickly! It was your gambler, I, who sold you, not our embroidery workshop! You ripped up the Russian peacock gold thread, do you know how much it is worth? I'll pay you even if I sell you three times.
I'm sorry!"
There were two or three men dressed as servants following behind, with their hands on their hips and yelling:
"You little bitch! Hurry down and follow us! You are so shameless. You came here and knelt down to beg our Mr. Luo several times before our Mr. Luo was willing to spend money to accept you.
I might as well tell you that your father took the money given by our master, and then entered the gambling house and lost everything.
Now you can't help you, a dead girl, to act wildly. Not to mention that you broke your leg and smashed your head today. Even if you fell to death here, we would have to drag your body back and give it to the master!"
The little girl bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly:
"You... don't try to force me to submit... I would rather jump down and hit the ground to death... My mother said: 'You are not a slave for a man, and you are not a concubine for a woman.' I will not be a slave for the Luo family from now on.
I won’t be Luo Dadou’s mistress either.”
Having said that, he closed his eyes tightly and dived headlong.
"Don't jump!"
Jia Lian shouted loudly, which made the little girl tremble all over. She opened her eyes suddenly, and in panic, she couldn't help but swayed on the wall, and she quickly grabbed hold of her.
The little girl followed the sound and saw a tall, handsome young man in fine clothes standing in the window of the wine shop, waving to her anxiously:
"If you die in a head-on collision, your mother will be so sad."
When the little girl heard the word "your mother", she suddenly burst into tears:
"My mother...is dead...and now my father is selling me again..."
Jia Lian suddenly felt pity and sighed sincerely:
Buying and selling people in the old society was too immoral, but modern society is better.
He turned to the servants of the Luo family and asked:
"How much money did your master spend on buying her?"
When the three servants saw that Jia Lian was well-dressed and well-equipped, they did not dare to make any mistakes. They argued with each other, and then the leader replied: "Ten taels of silver."
Jia Lian lightly "hummed":
"Go back and tell your master that I, Mr. Jia Er, of the Rongguo Mansion, will pay him the full amount of the money and tell him not to worry about this girl. If he still doesn't agree to anything, ask him to go to Jinling to find me and tell me face to face."<
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When the woman next to me saw someone asking for money, she took the opportunity and said:
"This girl broke the peacock gold thread and the embroidery frame. Our embroidery workshop..."
Jia Lian ignored him and just called Xing'er in and ordered:
"You should go to the embroidery workshop with them to check carefully to see what has been damaged. Make a detailed number and then talk about compensation.
We cannot be unreasonable, nor can we be taken advantage of by others."
Turning around again, he looked at Jia Yucun behind him:
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
Jia Yucun immediately understood and was happy to take the opportunity to honor Jia Lian. He hurriedly stepped forward to apologize and said with a smile:
"Second Master, please sit down for a moment, and I will bring the money over immediately."
When he turned around and saw that the Luo family servants were still chattering and refusing to go back, he lowered his face and said majestically and angrily:
"You bastards! Why don't you go back quickly?
Who in the world doesn’t know the ‘four princes and eight princes’ who accompanied the late emperor to conquer the world? Two of these ‘eight princes’ are the ancestors of Mr. Jia Er.
Your master has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, so he dares to do evil in front of Master Jia and rob civilian girls? But is he tired of life?"
……
After everyone was told, they all went about their work. Jia Lian then smiled at the dazed little girl on the wall and said:
"Don't worry, I won't buy you as a slave or concubine. I will only help you pay money to others and give you a free life. Why don't you come down quickly?"
Rou Niang has never had a chance to curry favor with Jia Lian. When she saw this, she quickly waved to the little girl:
"Brother Que, you met a noble person today, why don't you come down quickly and thank your benefactor?"
The little girl, Brother Que, turned back and looked at the path she had just taken to climb up the wall desperately. Then she lowered her head and looked at the height under her feet. After a slight hesitation, she whispered:
"I...my legs are weak and I can't get down..."
Jia Lian asked Rou Niang to quickly find a ladder, and saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old stumbling in from the alley.
Judging from his attire, the boy was a shop assistant. He must have run too fast, and his face turned pale as he panted. His legs were weak and he staggered. Fortunately, he held on to the wall and finally did not fall.
The little girl on the wall also saw the person coming and was so anxious that she beat the wall and shouted:
"Brother, I'm here, I'm here!"
The boy looked up following the sound, and when he saw his sister's embarrassed look, his face became paler and he started to cry:
"Brother Que, it's all my fault that I'm useless...
I just heard that the old bastard didn’t think it was enough for the money you earned day and night in the embroidery workshop, so he sold you to Luo Dadou as his wife for ten taels of silver.
I’m a loser. The owner of the sesame cake shop refuses to advance money to me. I can’t help it. I’m useless..."
Brother Que's tears also fell down:
"Brother...brother, don't cry, I'm fine...brother, you were sick to begin with..."
I don’t know how the grandson of Jia Yucun managed to run like crazy all the way. When Brother Que came down the ladder from the wall, he was already panting like a dog and held a bag of silver in Jia Lian’s hand.
Jia Lian opened the silver bag and saw that there were about forty or fifty taels inside, either whole or broken, ranging in size. He knew that Jia Yucun had poured out all his money this time and had spent a lot of money on himself.
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A thought in my heart:
Considering the fact that you paid to save people, I will spare you this time. I will keep you by my side to see the effects.
Take out ten taels from it and ask Jia Yucun to send it to the Luo family.
Just then Xing'er came back, squinting his eyes and curling his lips, full of dissatisfaction:
"These ladies in the embroidery shop are extremely dishonest. Only one pair of embroidery frames was broken, but they brought out seven or eight pairs. It turned out that they were broken earlier and were not included in the account this time.
And that peacock gold thread, it just fell to the ground and got messed up, but it can’t be used? Why should we pay the original price?
I have calculated clearly that it is only a matter of two taels of silver at most, and the second master must not be fooled by these stinky women."
The women followed Xing'er and quarreled all the way. At this time, they were still talking and chattering:
"Aren't the several pairs of embroidery stands next to them knocked over? They are all fine elm wood embroidery stands. If they are knocked like that, it means they are smashed..."
"She was running around, knocking down tables, chairs, and benches, and breaking a teacup..."
"The peacock gold thread is the short 'beady hair' on the top of the peacock's tail. It is wrapped around a thin silk and then tied and fixed with the silk thread. How precious is it? It has to be woven into bird gold.
How dare you dirty the royal things? The palace is urging..."
The little girl, Brother Que, is a responsible person. At this time, he limped forward and said:
"I broke it, I just have to pay for it.
In this embroidery workshop, I know the best about boundaries. As long as you keep me here, I will do more work day and night, in exchange for a bowl of rice, and you can use the rest of the wages to offset your account.
All I ask is not to be a slave or a concubine, but to rely on my own craftsmanship to make a living, I accept that it will be hard and tiring."
Jia Lian couldn't help but raise his thumb secretly and admired in his heart:
Well done! It's a pity that I'm too young, otherwise I would divorce Wang Xifeng and marry this girl. Just like Xiang Xiu in the TV series "The Mansion Gate", I am Bai Jingqi.
Just as I was thinking of this, I suddenly heard Fengyue Baojian whispering:
"The bright moon is rare, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse..."
Jia Lian almost started singing along:
"My heart is higher than the sky, my body is humble.
Being romantic and clever attracts resentment.
Longevity is often caused by slander, and a sentimental young man cares about you in vain."
The 1987 version of the TV series "A Dream of Red Mansions" is so classic that it must be broadcast on TV stations every winter and summer vacation. The episodes in it are simply in the blood.
Wait!
Where's the bird's gold? The boundary = Yong Qingwen's illness makes up for the bird's gold?