Subsequently, Jiang Sanlang personally delivered rice, flour, food, salt, pepper, etc. to Li Xu.
He also sent two quilts and several pieces of cotton cloth to his mother and son. He also told him that he could use whatever he wanted from the vegetable garden behind the school because it was left by the previous gentleman.
The cotton cloth and bedding were all made of cotton. They were white and soft, and even Li Xu was stunned.
This was the first time he had seen such white and soft cloth.
Anshi touched the cloth and said to her son: "Xu'er, it seems that we have come to the right place. The folk customs here are simple and the people are very kind. Although you are teaching here, you can also find time to study. It is much better than at home." "
Li Xu nodded: "You are right. With you by my side, my son will feel at ease. No matter what happens in the future, we will stay here."
If possible, he would like to live and work happily here with his mother for the rest of his life.
Li Xu finished cleaning up the house and went out for a walk. He saw that every house in this small village was made of green bricks and tiles, and it looked very wealthy.
The adults and children were all gentle and polite, well-dressed, and there was no sign of hunger or poverty.
Li Xu was very curious as to how the whole village became rich.
His hometown is not like this. There are rich and poor people in a village. The rich and the poor do not interact very much. Even children living in the same village do not play together because of the wealth gap.
It is like there is an invisible gap dividing them into two classes.
In the evening, the patriarch’s family finally returned.
When everyone got off the carriage, they were all wilted, like leaves beaten by frost.
They have been in the county jail for more than two months. Although they have not been sentenced, they are all disheveled, haggard, and have lost a lot of weight, like refugees who have fled.
Chen Zhu supported his pregnant wife as she walked home, and my mother, Mrs. Tang, followed closely behind with Xiao Yao in her arms.
The patriarch looked at his wife's back, then at his eldest son and his second son's family, sighed, and said to his two sons: "Jia Xing, Jiazhen, you guys are staying at your uncle's house for now, and you can go back to the old village tomorrow. ”
Since the two sons have no house in Nanpo, they could have stayed with their younger brother Chen Zhu temporarily, but judging from the younger son's attitude towards his two older brothers, it might not be possible.
Chen Jiaxing was speechless and went to his house after being greeted by his cousin Chen Shu.
But Chen Shu said to the patriarch: "Uncle, my house is limited, so I can only take in my eldest brother's family."
As for the second cousin’s family, we can only ask him to find another place.
The patriarch looked at his nephew Chen Ting again.
Chen Ting immediately averted his eyes, turned around and got into the crowd.
Just kidding, his own family still relies on my mother to take care of food and drink, how can he entertain his second cousin's family?
Seeing that his younger brother had escaped, Chen Yin had no choice but to say: "How about my second cousin go to my house? I can still free up a room in my house, and you can stay here for one night."
Chen Jiazhen had no objection, and Han Miaoniang didn't dare to say anything, so the family of four went to her cousin Chen Yin's house.
Chief Chen settled his two sons and breathed a sigh of relief before returning to his younger son Chen Zhu's home, hands behind his back.
His wife Tang ignored her husband and went to the kitchen to boil water to wash away bad luck for her son, daughter-in-law and grandson.
Chen Fu coughed lightly and said to his old wife, "I'll light the stove, and you can go mix the dough and make some noodles for them."
Mrs. Tang threw down the fire fork and stood up to make noodles.
Chen Fu secretly glanced at his old wife, who was sitting silently at the stove, adding wood to the fire.
Due to the trouble caused by the second daughter-in-law and the eldest daughter-in-law, the younger son Chen Zhu's family was implicated, and the younger daughter-in-law Shao almost had a miscarriage. Therefore, Chen Fu did not dare to say a word in response to the anger of his old wife.
From beginning to end, the youngest son Chen Zhu’s family is the most innocent. They know nothing, but they are forced to experience an unreasonable disaster.
Shao and Xiaoyao stayed in prison for more than two months. From fear and hunger, mother and son were reduced to a handful of bones. If Jiang Sanlang hadn't gone to catch Jin Wu for some preparations and sent Ying Bao some pills, it's unclear whether Shao and Xiaoyao would have survived to this day.
In the evening, Chen Zhu, his wife and children washed up and ate something, and asked Mr. Shao to take his son Xiaoyao to rest first. Then he came to his father's house and said coldly: "Dad, let's divide the households!"
He had three brothers, but only the second brother was separated because he opened a cloth shop in the town.
The household registrations of himself and his eldest brother have always been under his father's account, even though the households were separated but not divided, so he was tricked by his eldest brother and others one after another.
First they tricked him into serving in the military, and this time they sent his family directly to prison.
If it weren’t for Brother Jiang Sange and Xiao Yingbao, I don’t even know how my family died.
Chief Chen was silent for a moment, then opened the box and took out the household registration, "Okay, tomorrow morning I will take you to Li Zheng to register again."
The younger son's family suffered a great injustice this time. No matter how dissatisfied Chen Fu was with his younger son's attitude, he did not dare to say anything. He took out five ingots of silver from the box and pushed it to him.
“Take this money, take Shao and Xiaoyao to Yingbao’s place to have a good look at it, and then buy some medicine and come back.”
The younger daughter-in-law, Shao, has been pregnant for a long time, and she must be more than seven months old now. This time she was imprisoned, almost killing two of her.
This is one of the reasons why the younger son hates his elder and second brothers.
Alas, having too many sons is a debt. When I am approaching old age, I still have to deal with it among my sons.
After this, I am afraid that my position as patriarch can no longer be passed on to my eldest son.
Neither the second son nor the youngest son. They have both been in prison. Although they have not been sentenced, they will be criticized.
Then, the only choice is to let the eldest nephew Chen Shu take over.
Chen Fu touched the thick and yellowed Chen family tree and couldn't help but burst into tears.
I didn’t expect that my great reputation would be ruined by my son’s family in my later years.
When he enters the underworld one day, how will he look when he meets his father and grandfather?
Xiao Mansion in Luzhou.
Xiao Mo asked someone to call his younger brother Xiao Chengjun.
He slapped a letter on the table and asked coldly: "Chengjun! What's the matter with you? Why did you leave the Jiang family and daughter halfway?"
Xiao Chengjun was stunned for a moment, and then asked nonchalantly: "What? Did they complain to you?"
"Xiao Chengjun! Your book has been read into the dog's belly? Do you know what it means to repay one's original work? Not to mention that the Jiang family's child once saved your life, let's just say that she was personally told by the king that she must be returned safely. You shouldn’t leave them halfway.”
Xiao Chengjun lowered his face, lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
There are many questions in my mind.
Did that country girl write a letter to her elder brother?
How dare she?
Xiao Mo stared at his younger brother coldly and continued to ask, "Where did you take all five of her boxes?"
Xiao Chengjun frowned and subconsciously denied: "What box?"
Xiao Mo slapped the table and yelled: "Xiao Chengjun! Fortunately, you are the son of a noble family, and you did such a heinous act! Tell me! Where are all the suitcases of the Jiang family?"
Xiao Chengjun's face turned red, and he scratched his neck and said, "It's just a few broken boxes. Why are you yelling, brother?"
“Let me ask you a question? Xiao Chengjun, where is the box? It contains not only the property of the Jiang family, but also the gold, silver and cloth given by the emperor. If you can’t take it out, please compensate the Jiang family according to the truth!”
“Why should I pay compensation?”
Xiao Chengjun was angry: "How can she, a pariah from the Jiang family, use gold and silver silk and satin? I threw those boxes into the river. If they want them, they can just go and fish them out of the river!"