Qingwen's Farming Notes [System]

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Jia Huan eagerly looked for the answer on Qingwen's face.

Qingwen didn't answer, Danfeng stared at him, and spat at him instead: "You're worthless, you want to hang out with the maids like Jia Baoyu all day?! Your aunt will rely on you in the future. You're worthless all your life. You and your aunt will be tortured for the rest of your life."

Jia Huan retorted: "I study hard, and my husband praises me for my good poetry, and even scolds Baoyu." The little fat man raised his chin proudly.

Qingwen straightened the two buns on top of his head, and patted his forehead mercilessly: "Okay, go back quickly, don't cry if you have nothing to do, you are a man, you bleed but don't shed tears."

"Why are you so kind to me, better than my sister? My sister always scolds me, why don't you scold me?" Jia Huan tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were black and shiny, and his eyes were clear.

Qingwen showed him a sinister smile: "I won't scold you, I'll just beat you up." After speaking, she waved her fist deliberately.

The back of Jia Huan's neck felt cold, thinking of Qingwen's iron sand palm, she silently suppressed the idea of ​​begging her aunt to bring Qingwen over.

After coaxing Jia Huan away, Qingwen thought to herself, it seems that she must quickly find a master for this child, otherwise he will become a deep second-degree patient sooner or later.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and something happened to Jia Huan.

Jia Huan Xiongzi pushed down the candlestick and burned a big blister on Jia Baoyu's arm.It was as if the whole of Jia's mansion had been shaken by an earthquake. Mrs. Jia was so angry that she almost fainted, she called Jia Zheng, and taught him a slap in the face in front of everyone.

"This is your good son! I told you earlier, this kind of bastard who can't get on the stage should be killed as soon as possible, and he will be a white-eyed wolf when he grows up. Damn, he has harmed my precious jade!" Jia Mu Beating her chest in anger, Yuanyang hurriedly supported her and gave her comfort.

Fei Cui hurriedly brought tea: "The ancestors drink some ginseng tea to smooth the air."

Mother Jia took a sip with a sleepy expression, then waved her hand to stop drinking.

Jia Zheng had already knelt on the ground to plead guilty: "Mother must not get angry, it's because the son didn't teach the evil person well. The son immediately asked the family law to teach the evil person a lesson."

Aunt Zhao screamed in fright: "Master, Huan'er is less than ten years old, and his body is weak. You can't ask family law, or he will be broken!"

Jia Mu glared at Mrs. Wang: "You are so bodhisattva-hearted. Even if a servant climbs on top of your head, she dares to interrupt when the masters are talking. Zhou Rui's family, your wife dare not order you. If I say something, you go and give me a hand." Let her know what to say and what not to say in the future."

Zhou Rui's family gave a flattering smile, took the chicken feather as an arrow, stepped forward and swung his arms, and slapped Aunt Zhao a few times, Aunt Zhao's pretty pink face instantly swelled up, and she stared in bewilderment in disbelief He looked blankly, covering his cheeks, not daring to say a word.

Standing behind Mrs. Wang, Tanchun couldn't bear to watch, and hated his younger brother for not living up to expectations.She didn't go to see Aunt Zhao, but just persuaded Mrs. Wang who was wiping away her tears and said, "Madam, watch your eyes carefully. If you break your body from crying, who else will love Baoyu?"

Mrs. Wang raised her eyes and glanced at her: "Good boy, I am only such a sweetheart. You are Huan'er's real sister. You should persuade him more and don't let him harm Baoyu again. Baoyu has something good or bad, I I can’t live anymore.” After speaking, tears flowed down from the sockets of his eyes.

Mrs. Jia hated iron for being weak, and pointed at Jia Zheng and cursed: "Look at your wife, she has been bullied like this. You don't feel sorry for her, but I will. You take care of your Aunt Zhao and the one who can't get on the stage. Yes, don't come to see me in the future, lest my eyes hurt when I see you."

Jia Zheng was so frightened that his whole body became stiff, he kowtowed his head a few more times, stood up and said, "Don't worry, mother, I will never spare that evil obstacle again."

"Master—" Aunt Zhao just howled, Zhou Rui's family's slap came down, the rough palm scraped her fragile cheeks, and faint red blood oozes out.

Aunt Zhao lay on the ground, she could only watch Jia Zheng's clothes passing by, and the sour tears rolled down, wondering if she was regretting the rash choices when she was young. In her life, her daughter became someone else's. , the only son can not protect.

She thought it would be better to make the world shatter and earth apart, but in the end she just whimpered and swallowed the sound of crying back into her stomach.I only hate her for being incompetent, and now even shedding tears has become a sin.

Jia Zheng invited the family law from the ancestral hall of his ancestors, and took the whip that his ancestors went to the battlefield. The left and right servants pressed Jia Huan on the bench. .At the beginning, Jia Huan held back his voice, but after two whips, tears and snot came down together, and he howled in pain.

Jia Zheng's voice was like ice slag, and he said to the servants on the left and right: "Gag his mouth."

The silk fir on Jia Huan's body was damaged twice by the horsewhip, and when the horsewhip was raised high, there were a few invisible bloodshots from his body. color.

Jia Huan's eyelids drooped and he passed out.

The servants on the left and right were still counting: "Master, Master Huan has passed out, and there are still twenty lashes left." The servants were a little embarrassed.

Jia Zheng took the sweat towel from the butler's hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, spat, and handed the whip into his hand: "Wash him awake and continue beating."

Jia Zheng took a few breaths, sat on the teacher's chair and continued to monitor the scene.With a bitter face, the butler let the robust servants take over the rest of the tasks, and privately asked him to pay attention to the proportions in his hands.

The servant nodded, stepped forward, and waved his whip at the semi-conscious Jia Huan.Jia Huan survived the remaining [-] whips between constant coma and constant awakening.After the family law was over, two servants carried him into Aunt Zhao's room and threw the dilapidated Jia Huan on the kang. Aunt Zhao hurriedly rushed to him, crying dearly.

Qianxue at the side quickly persuaded: "My aunt can't cry anymore, hurry up and give Master Huan some medicine."

"That's right, I'm confused, little magpie, hurry up and invite the doctor from the house." Aunt Zhao didn't even have time to wipe her tears, she flipped through the dressing box, and gave the little maid a silver ingot.

No one in the room dared to move Jia Huan, his back was bloody from the beating, his eyes were closed and he was obviously still in a coma.

Aunt Zhao stretched out her hand tremblingly, sniffed his breath, and felt that he was still breathing weakly. She immediately sat down on the ground, sweating profusely as if she had just been fished out of the water.Seeing that her cheeks were so swollen, Qianxue hurriedly found some ointment to rub on her.

Qingwen, who was still in Jia Baoyu's courtyard, didn't hear anything about what happened in the outer courtyard.Jia Baoyu's arm was scalded with blisters from the candle water. It looked scary, but the injury was not serious.After the doctor prescribed the medicine, Qingwen hid everyone's eyes and quietly performed a healing operation on him, after which Jia Baoyu stopped crying for pain.In the evening, he can drink tea and eat by himself.

Hearing that Jia Huan was badly beaten, Qingwen secretly found a chance to meet him at night.

Aunt Zhao was sleeping on a soft couch outside, and a little maid was guarding inside, dozing off on the footrest.Qingwen tiptoed to Jia Huan's bedside, squatted down, stretched out her hands and pressed on his shoulders, mobilized her breath, and performed a healing technique.It's just that Jia Huan's injury was not serious. Within a quarter of an hour, Qingwen was sweating profusely and could hardly hold on.She let go of her hands, panting while wiping sweat.In the darkness, a pair of clear eyes suddenly opened, staring fixedly at Qingwen's face.

Qingwen's five senses were already sharper than ordinary people's. When she realized that Jia Huan had woken up, she quickly lowered her voice and said, "I came to see you, so don't make a sound."

Jia Huan just looked at her and didn't speak.He had an injury on his back, so he could only sleep on his stomach, with a thick mattress under his body and a pillow on his head.He said that he couldn't fall asleep because of the pain at all, and half asleep and half awake, he felt the warm, relaxed and comfortable feeling all over his body last time, and he knew that Qingwen came to see him.

Qingwen sat leaning against the kang bed, and whispered to Jia Huan, "Why are you so stupid! You want to see who is not pleasing to the eye, put him in a sack, drag him into the alley, and beat him up. No one will find out if you keep it. Giving the handle under someone's nose, it's not like someone using a knife to make me a fish."

Seeing him listening carefully, Qingwen always had the illusion of teaching bad children.

Jia Huan responded to her with a childish voice: "I know, I won't be so stupid next time." He let out a chuckle.

Overnight, he seemed to shed the shell of innocence and fantasy, and he seemed to understand somewhat the turbulence of the adult world.In the process of growing up, he will always experience this world-beating difference between his father and son. Being repeatedly tortured and entangled by the world, it is easy to degenerate, but to stand upright in front of those who despise him, he has to pay. A hundredfold hardship and effort.

Qingwen asked him: "Are you ready? To face a hundred times and a thousand times more pain?"

"kindness."

"Then... I know your determination..."

After saying this, the two of them remained silent for a while as if they had completed a major agreement.Qingwen quietly exited the room as she had come, climbed over the wall and exited the yard.

The feeling in Jia Huan's heart was very strange. He vaguely felt that Qingwen was not an ordinary person. He didn't know where Qingwen would take him, but he trusted her.Jia Huan glanced at the back of his fat hand. This hand can't grasp anything now. The road Qingwen gave him is the only thing he can take the initiative to grasp.If he can't choose his origin, if he can't be treated differently no matter how hard he studies, then maybe choosing to give up everything is the best way out for him.

With the warmth of his body, he closed his eyelids, breathing slowly and steadily, with an undisguised expression of relief on his face.