my grandmother

Chapter 61
In the early morning, Changxing City, Huzhou.

A half-worn mule cart was among the rushing crowd and entered the city gate without haste.

Sitting in the big cart in front of the ox cart, I picked out a thin slit in the curtain, and greedily looked outside at the very familiar street shops.

It has been seven years and eight months since he escaped overnight, and this is the first time he has returned to Changxing City.

This is something he never dared to think about.

He didn't expect that he could return to Changxing City alive and see everything he was familiar with again.

The car went straight into a house, and the chief suit closed the courtyard door and knocked on the car door.

The curtain was lifted, and the head cautiously poked out in front of the bullock cart.

"It's okay, come out, we're almost there." Chang Sui looked helplessly at the front of the bullock cart.

This Mr. Niu is really too timid.

"Okay, okay." Shaking his legs in front of the bullock cart, he poked out bit by bit.

"Ah!" Chang Sui let out a long sigh, stepped forward to put his arms in front of the bullock cart, and dragged him out of the cart.

"Hurry up, it's going to be late!" The long follower dragged him into the second gate before he got off the bullock cart.

The bullock cart was dragged by long followers, and went straight to a high wall in the backyard.

There are several old trees next to the high wall, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a ladder has been erected under one of the old trees.

Seeing the long follower dragging the bullock cart approaching, a guard jumped off the top of the ladder and waved his hand, "Hurry up, we're almost there."

"Is the top safe?" Chang Sui looked up at the top of the ladder hidden among the thick leaves.

This Mr. Niu is so timid. If the top is not stable, he is afraid that Mr. Niu will fall and hurt himself.

"Don't worry, our boss has explained it." The guard looked at the trembling legs in front of the bullock cart, and smiled vigorously.

The bullock cart is in front, the guard is behind, half guard half push, put the bullock cart forward into the canopy of the tree, press him to sit, and tie him to a thick branch behind with a belt.

"Look carefully, don't make a sound." The guard patted the front of the bullock cart and whispered something in his ear.

In front of the bullock cart, he nodded vigorously, not daring to say a word.

Next door is a small couple's house, the house is already very dilapidated, and half of the back cover room at the back has collapsed. On the broken bamboo chair at the entrance of the main house, an old woman with gray hair is sitting, holding a small oil paper bag , was tremblingly picking something out of the oiled paper bag, and carefully putting it in his mouth.

A thin woman in an old dress was bending over to sweep the floor.

Tears welled up in front of the bullock cart.

This is his old mother and his wife.

Wiping away tears in front of the bullock cart, he craned his neck to search the yard.

Where is his son?Where is the son?
A heart shrank into a ball in front of the bullock cart.

When he fled, his son had just learned to walk. He laughed when he saw him, and staggered towards him with his arms raised.

Where is his son?still alive?
A middle-aged man in a long gown, but carrying the bag that shopkeepers often carry, knocked on the gate of Niu's house.

"Who is it?" The woman straightened her upper body and asked aloud as she walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Is this Niu's house? Is Mrs. Niu at home?" The middle-aged man stepped back a step.

"Are you?" Mrs. Niu opened the courtyard door and asked with her face open.

"I'm from Yangzhou, how is the old lady?" The middle-aged man bowed.

"It's okay, Yangzhou?" Mrs. Niu frowned.

"Since the old lady is at home, let me go in and talk, it's not convenient here." The middle-aged man bowed again.

Mrs. Niu thought of something, but couldn't believe it. She stood there for a while, and opened the door with a bang.

The middle-aged man entered the courtyard sideways and walked straight to the old lady of the Niu family.

The old lady was stretching her head and squinting, trying to see clearly.

"My mother's eyes are not good, but her ears are fine." Mrs. Niu closed the courtyard door tightly and followed closely.

"I'll kowtow to the old lady first." The middle-aged man took off his bag, knelt down in front of the old lady, and seriously kowtowed three times.

"Who is he? Who is this? You don't know? Who is this?" The old lady dropped the oiled paper bag on the ground, and hurriedly went to catch Mrs. Niu.

"It's not Brother Ping's father!" Mrs. Niu hurriedly pressed the old lady to sit still.

The old lady's face was full of disappointment, and her upper body slumped.

"My surname is Fang, and my name is Sheng. Brother Niu is a close friend." Fang Sheng squatted and knelt in front of the old lady, lowered his voice, and introduced himself first.

"Fang Sheng? I've never heard of it! Not in the past, but now? You and him? Now?" The old lady grabbed Fang Sheng and asked anxiously.

"Yes, I met Brother Niu three years ago. This trip passed through Huzhou, and I was entrusted by Brother Niu to come and have a look and report that I am safe."

"Is he still alive?" The old lady was stunned for a moment, tears streaming down her face.

Mrs. Niu tightly covered her mouth with both hands, tears poured down like rain, but she didn't dare to cry out.

Fang Sheng waited for the two of them to cry over this burst of excitement, and then continued: "Brother Niu is safe and well, he is in good health, but he is a little old."

"Where is he? Him?" Mrs. Niu didn't know what to ask after she followed him.

"Before, I have been wandering around all over the place, and it was very hard work. This year, I got the favor of a nobleman, and now I take care of the general affairs by that nobleman's side."

Fang Sheng spoke every word, slowly and clearly.

"Brother Niu asked me to come over to report his safety. Brother Niu said: That nobleman thinks highly of him. When he accumulates some merits, the nobleman says he can get rid of his crimes. At that time, he will rush back immediately to pick up his family." Reunion in the past."

"As long as he is safe, as long as he is safe." The old lady kept crying.

"How is the child?" Fang Sheng turned his head to look around, and asked Mrs. Niu.

"Okay, I'm off to school, I'll call him!" Mrs. Niu turned around and ran out.

"Is Ah Qian really alive? You didn't lie to me?" The old lady looked at Fang Sheng hard and asked holding her breath.

"Alive, well, brother Niu said that the old lady is smart, and he told me a few words before coming here, asking me to tell the old lady that when he left home, it was the old lady who sent him out of the city and onto the boat. Said the old lady told him, as long as he lived." Fang Sheng stretched his head forward and whispered to the old lady.

The old lady leaned back in the chair suddenly, tears welled up again.

Not long after, the courtyard door slammed open, and Mrs. Niu rushed in, pulling an eight or nine-year-old boy.

In front of the bullock cart in the middle of the old trees next door, he stretched his head forward vigorously, staring at the little boy intently.

His son has grown so big...

"Quick! Kowtow to Uncle Fang!" Mrs. Niu knelt in front of Fang Sheng holding the little boy.

"This child looks exactly like his father." Fang Sheng stretched out his hand to pick up the little boy, and looked at him carefully.

"No, the eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as his father's!" The old lady smiled with tears streaming down her face.

"I don't want to delay." Fang Sheng reached for the bag, took out two tightly bound square mulberry papers, and put them on the old lady's lap.

"These 100 taels of gold were saved by Brother Niu, and he asked me to bring them back for family use."

"Who is that noble man? Can you reveal a word or two?" The old lady asked while touching the mulberry paper bag.

"Extremely noble, old lady, don't worry."

Fang Sheng stood up, put on his backpack, and waved to the curious little boy, "I'm leaving, no need to send it away."

Fang Sheng walked out of the courtyard gate and went straight away.

In the next yard, the guard climbed up, untied the front of the bullock cart who was crying out of breath, clutched his belt, and handed him to the guard below.

(End of this chapter)