Struggle of Baochai

The red apricots are on the branches, and the summer is coming soon, and the outside is warm and harmonious.

But the room was miserable. Mrs. Xue half-lyed on the bed with her eyes closed tightly, and tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

She and Xue Hong, a young couple, have always respected and loved each other since they got married, and they have almost never blushed. Xue Hong has a good temper, is upright and upright, and lives with her wholeheartedly. Things, and she loves her children very much, Mrs. Xue once thought that she and Xue Hong would support each other and live happily ever after in this life, but she never expected that there would be a thunder on a sunny day, which would kill her.

Her husband is gone, leaving behind a pair of young children. Mrs. Xue's heart aches when she thinks about the days when she and Xue Hong were in love, and even has the idea of ​​going with Xue Hong.

"Ma'am, have something to eat."

Holding the steaming vegetable porridge in his hand, Tong Fu whispered, "Even if the wife doesn't care about it, you have to think about the uncle and the girl."

"Take it down." Mrs. Xue said weakly. A few days ago, she didn't see Xue Hong's corpse and could tell herself that Xue Hong was still alive. Now that the coffin has been brought back, Mrs. Xue has no more thoughts , I deeply feel that even if I live, I have no strength.

"Madam." Tong Fu looked embarrassed: "The girl specially ordered this to be cooked in the small kitchen. It is very sweet and sweet. Madam should at least have a bite."

"Go down." Mrs. Xue's voice was a little harsh.

Seeing this, Tongfu shook his head helplessly and went down with the bowl.

Mrs. Xue didn't open her eyes either, she turned her head to the other side, turning her eyes to everything.

Tonggui stood guard at the door, and when he saw Tongfu bring out a bowl, he said sadly, "Madam is useless?"

Tong Fu shook his head: "How can my wife be so good?"

Tonggui took the porridge bowl, rolled his eyes, stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Madam doesn't use this porridge, how can we explain to the girl?"

"What can I do?" Tong Fu spread out his hands, as if he understood Tong Gui's meaning, and his voice became a little louder: "I have to ask the girl for forgiveness."

"Don't say anything about apologizing, I advise you not to see the girl right now." Tong Gui said loudly towards the door.

"Is there something else that can't be done?" Tong Fu looked puzzled.

There was anger in Tonggui's voice, and he was worried and a little bit distressed: "I just heard from the little girl who was waiting in the mourning hall that some masters came to see our uncle to help him get angry. He looked at our shop, but the uncle was furious. I used knives with those masters, and the girl saw it. I was afraid that those few people would spread the news that the master disrespected the elders and used the knife in front of the elders, which would hurt the master's reputation.

"What's the matter?" Tong Fu stomped his feet anxiously, but you are talking.

"It actually bumped into the master's coffin, crying and asking the master to take her away." Tonggui lowered his voice a little: "The girl can't help it. Who doesn't know that the master is the most irritable and reckless. As soon as the wife gets sick, the girl still has to take care of the housework at a young age, and she has to keep watch and cry. Not to mention she is alone, even if she is divided into several, I am afraid she will be too busy. I will see, maybe the master has not yet After mourning, the girl will not be able to hold on."

As soon as Tong Gui's words fell to the ground, before Tong Fu could speak, the door creaked and was pulled open from the inside. Mrs. Xue stood at the door with a pale face, and slapped Tong Gui on the face: "Chew your tongue indiscriminately!" Bitch, who told you to curse the girl."

With a plop, Tong Guimeng knelt down on the ground, hugged Mrs. Xue's leg and cried, "Mrs. Xue has come out. You just lie there without eating or drinking. Don't talk about the uncle and the girl, even we are worried." Well, I have no choice but to say such a thing, even if my wife cheers up, I will be fine no matter what, even if my wife kills me, I am willing."

Mrs. Xue's heart felt hot, she looked down at Tong Gui who was crying with tears all over her face, with slap marks on her face, she felt a little grateful for the girl's loyalty, and reached out to help her up: "It's hard for you."

She looked at Tongfu again: "Bring me the porridge."

Tongfu hurriedly brought over the porridge bowl, and Mrs. Xue drank it up in one gulp. She felt full in her empty stomach and felt much more comfortable. She grabbed Tonggui's hand and asked, "Is what you said true?" Yes, Baochai really hit her..."

"Of course it's true, but please don't worry, my wife. The girl didn't really hit me, she was just acting for others to see. The uncle also let the doctor at home see it. It's okay." Tong Gui hurriedly reported Baochai's situation. , Mrs. Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked up at the blue sky, and tried to hold back her tears: "So I wanted to be angry. I didn't miss the living, but only the heartless one who left our mother and child behind. I still have a couple of sons and daughters to take care of, if I don't stand up, my Pan'er and Baochai will be eaten by those black-hearted people."

Tonggui and Tongfu saw that Mrs. Xue was indeed a little more energetic than before, and he was also happy, so he hurriedly said: "Madam, do you want to see the girl? I heard from Chen Xiang that the uncle has gone to see Mrs. Zhen now, and I think I am very angry." , I would rather give the money to the victims than leave it to those few."

Mrs. Xue nodded: "Let's go to the mourning hall, the master has gone, we should make him look good, and when we get there, we can't make the little ghosts laugh."

Tonggui and Tongfu helped Mrs. Xue go to the mourning hall in front. As soon as they entered, they saw Baochai leading a few girls crying, and several wives came to express their condolences. Mrs. Xue stood aside and waited for them to finish. Xiang went over and said a few words, and then asked people to go to the living room to entertain the guests.

She went to look at Baochai again, and saw that Baochai's eyes were red from crying, and she became more and more pitiful. Mrs. Xue couldn't help feeling sad again, and patted Baochai's hand: "It's hard for you, don't worry, mom will It's not stupid, from now on, mom will learn to support our family, you don't have to worry about the housekeeper, mom will take care of it."

Seeing that Mrs. Xue had come out of the most grief, with a little more determination in her eyes, Baochai was also relieved: "It's good for Mom to be able to manage affairs, and I can also watch for my father with peace of mind. Mom, Dad is gone, Mom, you Be good, don't scare us anymore."

"Okay." Mrs. Xue agreed with sadness and patience, but felt that her heart was uncomfortable, and after giving Baochai a few words, she came out of the mourning hall unsteadily.

On the other side of the guest room, Zhen Shiyin chose his words carefully, finally wrote a memorial, and handed it to Xue Pan: "Pan'er, I have tried my best. Whether or not this matter will come to fruition depends on God's will."

Xue Pan said a few words of thanks, took over the letters that Zhen Shiyin had written to some of his friends in Beijing, called the housekeeper to send them to the post office for express delivery, and then went to Zhu's house in person to finish the list that Baochai had sorted out. And the memorial was handed over to Zhu Xiuzhen.

Zhu Xiuzhen did not go to pick it up, but ordered someone to invite Chen Yu to come. After hearing what Zhu Xiuzhen said, Xue Pan knew that Chen Yu was the rightful owner, so he gave all these things to him, and finally bowed down and saluted, thanking Chen Yu for his kindness to Xue's family. Thank you for helping me.