Comrade Sheng Hong has taken office as a new official and has a new atmosphere in his new term. He is determined to create a good image of the first family in Dengzhou, to set a good example for the people of the whole state of a loving father and son, filial piety and family harmony, and to build a new Dengzhou with a good style of feudal society. In order to make a contribution, after the handover was completed, I picked a sunny morning and brought the Wang family, their three sons and four daughters, and several maids and women to pay their respects to Old Mrs. Sheng with great fanfare.
Entering the main hall of Ji'an Hall, Sheng Hong and Wang saluted Mrs. Sheng and sat on the square chairs on both sides of the Luohan bed. Then they asked the maid to lead several children to salute one by one in order. The three direct descendants were the first. Furthermore, there are four concubines and no concubines.
Minglan, my classmate Yao Yiyi, woke up early in the morning in a daze. She didn't even eat breakfast, so she was carried out of the room and led to salute by a maid of fourteen or fifteen years old. She was ranked second to last. When it was her turn to kowtow, she was already a little tired. When she woke up, she knocked down her head and immediately became fully awake. She stammered and said, "Greetings to our ancestors."
Minglan didn't speak for a long time, and was afraid of saying the wrong thing. When Minglan opened her mouth, her voice was childish, and her words were awkward, which immediately attracted a few gentle sneers. Minglan turned her head to look, and saw the little girl Rulan standing aside. Covering her mouth lightly, a little girl with delicate features stood next to her. She seemed a little older and was probably the fourth Miss Mo Lan. She wore a pair of emerald white jade rings on her head and wore a lake-colored dress. The fine-grained gauze, the standing posture is regular, the head is slightly drooped, gentle and respectful.
Sheng Hong frowned slightly and looked at Wang. Wang immediately glared at the mother next to Ru Lan, who lowered her head in fear.
Looking at Ru Lan and Mo Lan, Mrs. Sheng sighed in her heart, and then looked at the dull Ming Lan. She didn't know that she was being laughed at, and she still stood stupidly in the middle, looking confused and confused. She didn't She took a sip of tea with an expression on her face and lowered her eyebrows. When the youngest Sheng Changdong also finished her salute, she said: "I'm used to being clean. I don't like people being busy. We're all a family. Why bother to be polite? Just go as usual." Come every ten days to say hello."
Wang's face turned red, she must have slept well last night: "Look what the old lady said, it is the duty of the younger generation to perform filial piety in front of your elders. In the past few years, I was ignorant and neglected my filial piety. My former son was The master has said it, and my wife has realized her mistake. I hope the old lady will not be the same as my daughter-in-law because of her stupidity. I am here to apologize to you."
After saying that, she stood up and knelt down to Old Mrs. Sheng. Old Mrs. Sheng glanced at Sheng Hong, and Sheng Hong said at the same time: "Mother, not to mention sleeping in the morning and dusk, it is her duty to serve you tea and water all the time. If the mother refuses, the son will just think that you are still angry with your wife. It is the son's fault that the family is not strict, and the son should go to his father's soul to confess his sins."
After saying that, she also knelt down to Mrs. Sheng. Mrs. Wang wiped her face with a handkerchief and said with red eyes: "Mother, my daughter-in-law really knows that she is wrong. In the past, when she was at her mother's house, she also learned how to be filial. After entering the Sheng family, I was blinded by lard, lost my temper, and neglected my filial piety to you. The old lady can just punish me, but don’t take it seriously. If the old lady is afraid that there will be too many people and she will find it noisy, in the future Let’s just come separately to say hello.”
Sheng Hong sobbed softly as he spoke, and his eyes turned red.
Minglan stood at the last position on the left and looked forward, thinking to herself that the couple had rehearsed all night last night. They sang and sang together so well that she shed tears when she said she was jealous. Minglan's doubtful eyes couldn't help but slip away. Could it be onions on their sleeves? Just as I was thinking about it, the three boys opposite and the girls here had already knelt down and begged Old Mrs. Sheng, each of them speaking sincerely, as if Old Mrs. Sheng would not agree. When they came to pay their respects, they immediately felt like they were about to die of heartbreak and sadness. Little girl Rulan was a little slowed down, and was pushed by her mother behind her, and she also knelt down. Minglan looked at it and realized it later. Then he knelt down, but he didn't know what to say.
When Mrs. Sheng saw this, she let out a long sigh and stopped insisting. She waved her hand and asked the maid to help Sheng Hong and his wife up: "In that case, I'll let you guys do it." After saying that, she glanced at the stunned Minglan again, who was so thin. The little girl was the last one to stand up on her own.
Sheng Changdong was too young and could not stand firmly. After kowtowing, his mother-in-law took him away, and the rest of the people sat down one after another.
Minglan had never been very clear about greetings before. Literally speaking, greetings meant asking the old lady "how are you", adding at most two sentences of "will you die" or "are you ill" Sort of like that, but after watching the little maids serving round dumplings to several young masters and ladies, Minglan felt that she should change her mind.
Saying greetings is a very important activity in the ancient inner house. The daughter-in-law in charge will report the recent work situation to her mother-in-law, or ask for instructions on future work plans. If the child is raised in front of the mother-in-law, then seize the opportunity to take a look at her child. In order to avoid not being able to recognize which baby was born in which belly, if the baby is raised by your side, scoop it out and show it to your grandparents to have some family fun, or make some gossip about the parents to make the elderly happy.
It's a pity that Mr. Wang hasn't done this job for a long time, and it's not good to be familiar or unfamiliar. It's even more difficult to think about what to say to Mrs. Sheng, so today classmate Sheng Hong specially accompanied her to say hello. In addition to acting as a peacemaker, she also Responsible for being the first to break the ice.
"Mom, how are you getting used to living here these days? The weather in Dengzhou is not as warm and humid as Quanzhou." Sheng Hong said.
"It's a bit cold, it doesn't matter." Old Mrs. Sheng said.
"I think Dengzhou is better than Quanzhou. It has mountains and rivers, is high and wide, and is close to the sea. The climate is not dry. I think the master has got a good job, and it is neither cold nor dry." Wang laughed.
"I'm an old woman and it's nothing. I wonder what the little ones think? Are they feeling uncomfortable?" Old Mrs. Sheng said, looking at the grandchildren in the two rows on the left and right.
Wang's eager eyes immediately glanced at Sheng Changbai. Brother Changbai stood up politely and bowed slightly: "If you tell me back to the old lady, my grandson thinks it's very good."
End, twelve words, concise and to the point, then sit down.
Old Mrs. Sheng put down her tea bowl, looked at Sheng Hong and Mr. Wang, and then went to look at the remaining children. Sheng Hong had no reaction. Ms. Wang seemed a little embarrassed and secretly glared at her son.
The second person to speak was Sheng Changfeng. He was very similar to his sister Mo Lan. He had a modest smile on his round and white face, and his voice was clear: "Quanzhou is warm and soft, Dengzhou is atmospheric, each place has its own advantages. , Is there anything wrong with me facing the world? My grandson read Du Zimei's poem a few days ago, "How is Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young, the clocks of nature are beautiful, Yin and Yang divide the dawn." Shandong has both saints and Mount Tai. It is really good Someday our ancestors are interested, we can go and see the Fengchan Mountain."
His voice was clear and his words were clear. Sheng Hong nodded repeatedly with satisfaction in his eyes. Old Mrs. Sheng couldn't help but look at him twice and said: "Brother Feng is very knowledgeable. Everyone says that Brother Feng is very good at reading." Yes, my poems and articles are quite praised by my husband."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the Xi'an hall became harmonious, Sheng Hong was even more happy, and several of the children also breathed a sigh of relief. Only Wang's smile was a little forced. Minglan took a peek and found that she was clutching her handkerchief tightly, as if Sheng Changbai's throat was stuck, so that he could spit out two more words.
Hua Lan looked at Mrs. Wang, turned to the seat and said coquettishly: "My grandmother praises my third brother, but she dislikes us girls."
Old Mrs. Sheng smiled warmly: "What nonsense are you kidding? When you were a child, your master taught you how to read and write step by step, and I hired a husband specially for you. Who dares to dislike our eldest daughter? As Hua girl gets older, she becomes more and more naughty. Already."
Sheng Hualan was born at the best time. At that time, Wang and Sheng Hong were newly married, and they were in harmony with Mrs. Sheng's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Not long after, a younger brother was born. Sheng Hualan was charming and charming. As the eldest daughter of the direct descendants, she was truly pampered by millions of people. ; She was raised by Mrs. Sheng for a while, but Wang was reluctant to give it up, so she gave it back. However, she is the one who has the most affection for the old lady among her grandchildren. When little girl Lan was born, things were not so smooth.
"Father taught my sister? Then why not teach me? I also want to ask for help!" Sure enough, Ru Lan jumped off the ridge and ran to Sheng Hong, tugging on her sleeves and saying coquettishly.
Mrs. Wang pulled Rulan to her side and scolded: "Don't mess around. Your father is busy with official duties now. How can he play with you? You can't even sit still and paint red. Why do you ask for a gentleman?"
Ru Lan refused, stomping her feet and pouting, Wang tried to persuade and coax her, but Sheng Hong's face had already darkened. Old Mrs. Sheng looked at it with a smile. At this time, Mo Lan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke: "Fifth sister is young. "Painting requires patience and is naturally boring, but it is good to learn some poetry principles. I don't think there is any need to ask a teacher. My eldest sister is so knowledgeable, why not ask her to teach me? Wouldn't it be just right?" After that, Smiling with pursed lips, gentle and innocent.
Seeing his daughter's thoughtful words and gentle manner, Sheng Hong couldn't help but praise: "Mo'er said it well. Girls don't need to take imperial examinations to become official, so they don't need to practice calligraphy blindly. However, it is not bad to read some poems and articles to cultivate their temperament. It doesn’t matter if Hua’er has time to teach her like a child, as the eldest sister she should teach her younger siblings.”
Wang blushed and ignored her, Hua Lan was slightly disdainful, but Mrs. Sheng was looking at Sheng Minglan, the only one who didn't speak. She was looking at Mo Lan stupidly, sighing in her heart.
After rambling a few words, Mrs. Wang slowly brought the topic to Hualan's hairpin ceremony. Without saying a few words, Old Mrs. Sheng asked her mother to set breakfast here. Two tables were set up, one in the main room. , three adults eat, and a table is set up every time for the children to eat together.
Breakfast was served. It was surprisingly simple. Even Minglan, who didn't know much about the situation, felt a little shabby. A large porcelain plate contained white steamed buns and sesame oil flower rolls, plus porridge made from white japonica rice, and several Side dishes.
Minglan looked up and saw that Brother Changbai looked apologetic, Changfeng and Molan were picking up their chopsticks to eat as usual, and Hualan and Rulan both pouted. Although the movements were different, the angles were exactly the same.
Ming Lan was served by the maid and ate slowly, recalling the breakfasts she had eaten in her wife's room in the past few days, including lotus root honey cake, butter pine stuffed rolls, fried cakes, meat floss pesto garlic rolls, honey sesame balls, and dates. Boiled japonica rice porridge, red rice porridge, steamed bacon eggs, bird's nest stewed eggs, shredded stir-fried beef breasts, cold sesame oil shredded bacon, sixteen assorted side dishes and assorted pickles eight-treasure box...
A wealthy family is very particular about eating and sleeping without speaking. What's more, the six brothers and sisters come from three different manufacturers. They didn't even say a few words before, and now they can only hear the sound of spoons and chopsticks.
After breakfast, Sheng Hong hurried to the office. Wang returned to her yard. After the children finished eating, they were all picked up by different mothers. The mother in charge of Minglan didn't come to Baoxia before Minglan jumped. She got off the stool and looked at the door. She didn't dare to walk around in a strange place, but there were many things along the way.
It shouldn't be a problem if you take a walk in the corridor at the door.
The buildings in the north are different from those in the south. They have tall and wide pillars and square stone benches. They are not as delicate and elegant as the Quanzhou mansion, but they are also grand and bright. Minglan walked and looked at the wall, and she turned a few corners. After passing a few rooms, the more I looked at them, the more I shook my head. The rooms here are spacious and simply furnished. Except for the necessary furniture, there are no gold and jade antiques. Most of the servants and women are elderly, and there are only a few little girls sweeping and washing. , it looks shabbier than the girls elsewhere. There are no flowers or trees in the yard, it is simply pruned, and the entrance hall is quite sparse, just like a bitter cold kiln.
Minglan thought to herself: It seems the rumors are true.
This old lady from Shengfu was born in the Yongyi Marquis. She was arrogant by nature. She was clean-minded when she was young. She loved to make trouble in her early years. It is said that she offended both her husband's family and her natal family. Later, after the old lady of Shengfu passed away, she became a widow and changed her gender. When Sheng Hong came of age and married, she left all of the Sheng Mansion's property to Sheng Hong, but she didn't have much money left.
She chanted Buddha's words, ate fast, and was isolated from the world. The whole servants of Ji'antang also followed her and became a monk. She usually had simple meals and no money for errands. Her life was light. For a while, even the courtyard gate was closed. It seemed that she was completely isolated from the popularity. Later, the servants didn't want to go to Ji'antang to suffer, so the servants here were all the old people who came here as dowries with the old lady.
Minglan concluded: An unpopular unit has low efficiency, few benefits, leaders have no enterprising spirit, and employees lack enthusiasm.
Walking around another corner, Minglan suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance. She was stunned for a moment. The smell seemed to come from the deepest part of her memory, the past she had planned to forget. She followed the fragrance to the door of a room. Pushing the door open, you will see a small room. Directly opposite is a long red sandalwood table with only a few volumes of scriptures placed on it. Going to the left, there are two square stools with Ruyi pattern, and next to it is a square red sandalwood table with Ganoderma lucidum pattern. Going further inside, Minglan saw a small Buddhist niche, with an autumn-colored black gold cloud-embroidered gauze hanging above it. Below was an incense table, with a white jade four-legged and two-eared brave cauldron in the center, and a slow burning light was burning in the center of the cauldron. The cigarette, Minglan smelled, turned out to be sandalwood. There was one on the left and right of the incense stand, and a futon at the bottom of the middle. It turned out that this was an internal Buddhist hall.
There was a small white jade Guanyin enshrined on the incense platform. Minglan looked up and saw that Guanyin was dignified and solemn, but her eyes were compassionate. She had seen all the suffering in the world. Minglan suddenly felt hot in her eyes and couldn't help but shed tears. Tears. She remembered that before she went to the countryside, Yao's mother specially bought a jade Guanyin pendant, went to the temple to have it consecrated, and earnestly prayed to her daughter to bring it with her so that she could have a safe journey. At that time, Yao Yiyi was impatient to listen. Mother was nagging and she hurriedly climbed into the car, but now she couldn't even listen.
Now recalling that before she lost consciousness, she vaguely remembered that someone was prying open the car door outside. It seemed that their rescuers had arrived. She wondered if the old judge and other colleagues had been rescued? Was she the only one who died in the line of duty? She thought
Here, she was suddenly filled with grief and anger. After the grief and anger, she became numb, and after the numbness, she became negative. She had no particular will to live.
She thinks that God has treated her badly. If death is destined, then she should be reborn in a better body. Why should Hualan Rulan and even Molan be doted on by thousands of people, but she has to start over?
Struggle for life? She has to get familiar with this strange world and please the Wang family who is not her biological mother. It is probably inevitable to swallow her anger, and it is normal to suffer some grievances. She must learn to read people's faces and relearn the survival skills of ancient women.
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And this is not a world suitable for women to live in.
When I watched "Blue Life and Death" a long time ago, my friends all cried bitterly over Enxi's ups and downs, but Yao Yiyi could only sympathize with her beloved. Under the heroine law, Enxi seemed so beautiful and kind, but her beloved had...
Scheming and mean, everyone's emotions are directed towards Enxi, but everyone has overlooked one problem: the eldest daughter who was born in a wealthy family should have been the beloved, she was born to belong to that warm and comfortable family, and Enxi
I would have grown up in that dirty and terrible shop, been bullied by my brother, and endured my mother's temper.
In Yao Yiyi's view, it was Xin Ai who had been treated unfairly. If Xin Ai had grown up in a warm environment where everyone cared for her from the beginning, she might not have had to develop a mean and carefree temper. Because of this unfortunate experience, she
Even if he returns to his parents in the future, there will still be a gap between him and his mother, and he will not be as close as his biological mother and daughter. Who will he settle this debt with?
Seeing both the male and female protagonists die in the end, Yao Yiyi even thought viciously that Enxi seemed destined to go to that house to collect debts. She would definitely die because of leukemia. Not only did she get a happy life that was not hers for more than ten years, but
He also took the adoptive parents' only son with him into hell. In the end, the child who stayed with the adoptive parents to fulfill his responsibilities as a child was left with the beloved one who had never been loved.
Of course Eun-hee is pitiful, isn't Xin-ai pitiful?
The same is true for Yao Yiyi now. Her original happy life was stolen and replaced by the life of a poor girl. If she was reincarnated in a girl who was loved by thousands of people, then she might feel guilty, but after a few pretentious moments
, she would accept it and forget it, but the current situation is a retrogression of history.
Although she did not have a maid and mother-in-law to take care of her in her original life, her life was free at that time. She had already passed the college entrance examination and job hunting. The first difficult hurdle in life had passed. She had a good job and a warm family.
, I remember that two days before the mudslide occurred, Yao’s mother called and said that there was a good product waiting for her to go back for a blind date. As long as there were no bloody incidents such as the terminally ill mistress and car accident, she would live an ordinary and fulfilling life like most ordinary girls.
lifetime.
As for the current little girl Minglan, her biological mother is a concubine and is already dead. She is probably waiting to be reincarnated. Her father has three boys and four girls, and he doesn't seem to particularly like her as a concubine. There is also another
Her aunt has no plans to become a Virgin. The good thing is that she doesn't have to take the civil service examination to get a professional title. The bad thing is that she has no right to express her opinion on the choice of her future husband. She can only try her luck in her future life. If there is domestic violence, she can't go to the police and wipe it out herself.
It's okay to have a mistress, a mistress, a fourth, or even a mistress. She can't make a fuss if she has a mistress, a 'virtuous' one, and treats her as her own sister. If her husband is a bad and wretched one, she can't live with her anymore, and she can't go to court.
Oh, by the way, what's worse is that she might not even be able to find a wife. Concubines are always good candidates for concubines.
How could Yao Yiyi be willing to live such a challenging life?
But she had no choice but to be willing.
She imitated her mother's way of worshiping Buddha, kneeling respectfully in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, clasping her hands together, and praying sincerely, wishing that mothers and brothers in that world would be safe and healthy, and not worry about her daughter; from today on, she would also care about food and vegetables.
, care about rivers and mountains, and live seriously and hard.
Hot tears welled up in large drops, and she choked silently. The tears flowed down her slightly thin face and fell on the light blue futon. Some seeped into the futon and disappeared, and some rolled down to the ground and mixed with the dust.
As a whole, the morning light shines into the Buddhist hall through the lotus-colored screen windows, with a clear and soft light.
Minglan's little body was lying on the futon, and her heart felt peaceful and peaceful as never before. She prayed in a low voice sincerely from the bottom of her heart. May Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva be merciful and see that all five aggregates are empty. May she endure all hardships. May her heart be free from all worries.
Therefore, there is no fear, stay away from upside-down dreams, and achieve ultimate nirvana.