Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 808
Zhao Wanru didn't show it on the face, but kept this matter firmly in her heart.

After Lan Hua took Guo Manyue back, Zhao Wanru's face became gloomy, and she didn't see the slightest bit of tenderness and amiability when Lan Hua was there.

The servant girl tremblingly said: "Miss, the story..."

"To shut up!"

The girl hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.

She wanted to say that it wasn't the storyteller who chose it, but those ladies from all over the world, but no matter how much she said, it wouldn't help, the young lady was angry.

On that day, the storyteller was dismissed.

The woman storyteller did not seek mercy from the hostess, in fact, she came out to tell the story because the family was short of money, otherwise no woman would be willing to show her face and tell these love stories.

She is the wife of a scholar, but the husband of the family went to Beijing for the scientific examination, and caught wind and cold on the way. When he arrived at the examination room, the wind and cold did not recover, but he still insisted on taking the examination, and finally fell ill in the examination room.

He didn't win the exam, and his bones were broken. Later, he became a sick child and had to drink medicine every day.

In this way, he dragged his sick body for three years and passed away.

At that time, the woman's elder son was only eight years old, and her younger son was only five years old.

Her two sons can be regarded as promising, one is in literature and the other in martial arts. Now the eldest son is already a centurion, and the younger son was also selected as a scholar last year.

Both sons are filial, and they have repeatedly asked her to go home to enjoy the blessings, but she thought that when she was the poorest, it was Boss Zhao who gave her a bite to eat. Storytelling to death in the teahouse.

When Boss Zhao knew that his daughter had dismissed the storyteller at night, he felt annoyed, but seeing how wronged his daughter was, he could only sigh. Boss Zhao went to see the storyteller. I didn't want to talk about it for a long time, and in the end Boss Zhao left a hundred taels of silver.

After Boss Zhao left, the scholar's youngest son came out of the house and saw his mother staring at Yin Zi in a daze, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Mother, that's fine, you don't owe him anything, and you can settle the debts. If it wasn't for the years You, that teahouse’s business won’t improve either.”

"He was kind to us back then. If he hadn't been willing to ask me to be a storyteller, the three of us, mother and son, would not have survived. I'm afraid we would have starved to death."

"Yes, yes, my sons will remember."

The storyteller grasped her son's hand, her eyes helpless, "That daughter of the master is not a good one. If the master gets into trouble because of her daughter in the future, you should help as much as you can."

The scholar's youngest son sighed, "Yes, I understand."

……

Lan Tong didn't enter the teahouse, and kept guarding outside until Zhao Wanru came out before following.

After going round and round, followed several streets, finally arrived in front of the Zhao Mansion.

After finding out the details of Zhao Wanru, Lan Tong wanted to go back, but when she turned around, she saw an old man standing behind her with a black snake with a triangle head coiled around his wrist.

The snake spat out a letter, with gloomy triangular eyes.

Lan Tong took a few steps back, the old man tried to smile kindly, but his face gave off a lifeless feeling, and his smile looked very gloomy and weird, "Little girl, your eyes are so beautiful."

Lan Tong turned around to run, but suddenly her ankle hurt, she looked down, and saw the snake bit her ankle.

Everything in front of Lan Tong's eyes became blurred, his body shook a few times, and he fell softly to the ground.

The old man beckoned to the black snake, and the snake coiled around the old man's wrist.

(End of this chapter)