The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Only then did everyone realize that this earthen house was leaking from all directions.

Uncle Shao lives in the opposite house, and Liang Yu wants to find him to change her place.

Jiang Fusang did not agree: "Moving it here and there is troublesome, and it will get wet in the rain and get muddy all over."

The good lady had no choice but to call a few soldiers wearing raincoats and ask them to repair the roof.

The government soldiers were busy working and could only make some repairs. Although it was not raining heavily outside the house and light rain inside the house, moisture and water seepage were unavoidable.

"This house is old, the walls are sloping, and the thatch on the roof is rotten." I really don't know how the grandfather and grandson managed to survive all these years.

The old woman thanked the soldiers who repaired the house repeatedly and even knelt down for them.

"It's just a little effort, the old man doesn't have to do this." Jiang Fusang helped her in time.

When the soldiers saw this, they quickly retreated.

It was raining and the house had to be repaired, so we couldn't prepare a good dinner for the evening. We only made squid soup cakes and duck soup. The ducks were bought and killed from the village.

No matter how hard she tried to persuade her, the old woman refused to share the meal with Jiang Fusang, and she still knelt down on the cattails at the door with the black girl.

The grandfather and grandson held the brand-new bowls and looked at the hot food inside - they had never seen such good food in their lives, and they didn't know how to eat chopsticks for a moment.

But it was so fragrant that my stomach growled endlessly and it felt like hands were growing in my throat.

The black girl, who had never known what evening food was, swallowed her saliva, put a handful of it into her mouth, and then couldn't help it any longer, regardless of how hot it was, and started eating furiously.

The good lady looked sad and told her not to worry: "There are more."

"That's enough, that's enough." The old woman said.

She ate very slowly, waiting for her granddaughter to finish, and then handed her bowl over to her.

The black girl shook her head, patted her belly to indicate that she was full, and pushed the bowl back.

The grandfather and grandson just pushed and pushed each other.

Calamus immediately grabbed the bowl and filled it with a full serving. This finally ended the dispute between the two.

"Thank you, noble man! Thank you, noble man!"

While eating the soup cake, the old man did not forget to say thank you, and there was a faint glimmer of water in his cloudy eyes.

After eating, it was completely dark.

After a brief wash, Jiang Fusang lay down on the couch he had made all morning.

It was windy and rainy, and the temperature dropped sharply, so the good lady went to the carriage and brought some brocade quilts.

The old woman and the black girl slept in the open space next to the stove. Although there was a quilt, it was only filled with reeds, cotton and linen, and the warmth was not particularly good.

Jiang Fusang offered a bed to his grandfather and grandson, but the old woman refused and thanked him profusely.

Jiang Fusang asked Liang Lao: "Is there anyone watching outside?"

The good lady thought she was afraid, so she said, "Young lady, please be considerate. Not only this house, but also the entrance to the village is guarded by government soldiers."

Jiang Fusang was not worried about this: "It was a cold rainy night and they only ate some poor food. I asked Liang Shuo to get some wine. Drinking more may cause trouble. Drink less to warm up with them."

Liang Shuo nodded, held an oil umbrella and went to make arrangements.

Jiang Fusang's dowry included dozens of jars of Nanjiu. Liangshuo was too busy to handle it alone, so he called Feng Hao, and the two of them wandered around the village delivering wine to everyone.

You'll know a good wine as soon as you taste it. When they found out that it was the young lady's dowry, the soldiers cherished the wine even more. Their bodies felt warm and their hearts felt warmer!

The night is getting darker.

Jiang Fusang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The good lady shared the bed with her, and when she heard the voice, she asked softly: "Ms. Jun, are you feeling cold?"

Jiang Fusang shook his head and said after a long time: "I just think that it would be great if everyone can have enough to eat and have clothes to wear."

The good lady secretly sighed in her heart, her daughter-in-law has never seen the evil in the world, how can she live such a life of a fairy? Even if she does, I'm afraid she won't be able to wait.

But you can't say this to a female queen.

"There will come a day," she said.

Jiang Fusang knew that these words were just to comfort himself.

But he still nodded: "Well, there will be one day."

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The next morning, Jillian was combing Jiang Fusang's hair.

While the black girl went to fetch water, the old woman walked up to her with a stick and knelt down tremblingly. No one could help her this time.

"Old man, you get up first."

The old woman shook her head, muddy old tears flowing down her wrinkled face.

"The old woman is shameless and begs you to please do something for me."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

The old woman said: "The noble man is leaving today, so let the black woman go with the noble man!"

Jiang Fosang was stunned, never expecting that this was what she was asking for.

"Old man, how can you let the black girl live with you? Besides, you are getting older and need someone to take care of you. Now is the time for the black girl to fulfill her filial piety."

"No," the old woman smiled bitterly, "I know that I will not live long. I was holding on so hard before because I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I would leave the black woman alone and helpless in this world. But now... Your Majesty, just do it."

, take her in. She will be a slave and a maid, even if she is just a fire girl, I just want you to give her a way to live and a bite to eat!"

She thought about it all night last night and didn't close her eyes all night.

She knew that this was somewhat ungrateful, but at the same time she also knew that this was probably the black girl's last chance.

No matter how reluctant I am, I have no choice but to endure the pain and cut the flesh.

Jillian, who was watching this scene, gradually got wet in her eyes.

She is the one who can understand the old woman best, because this is how she was sold into the Jiang Mansion by her elderly grandfather.

"Nvjun..." She whispered a few words to Jiang Fusang, and then interceded on behalf of the old woman, "Let's just take the black girl with us, and forget about the old man's worries."

How could Jiang Fusang not know the old woman's love for her grandson? But, "I'd better ask the black girl."

The old woman was so impressed that she kowtowed to Jiang Fusang: "Thank you, noble man! Thank you, noble man!"

The black woman refused.

After she learned about this from the old woman, she kept a straight face.

The old woman knew that she was stubborn and couldn't explain it, so she beat her shamelessly with a cane.

The black girl didn't hide. She stood there gritting her teeth and taking the pain. She only said, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

The old woman was so angry that she threw away her cane and sat on the ground crying, scolding her for having no conscience.

"I raised you so big, how long are you going to gnaw at me?! Without you as a burden, why would I be so tired? You go! Without you, there is enough food, and I don't have to endure hunger anymore! You

If you still hang on and don't let me earn the money you gave me for selling my body, I will die for you today!"

The black woman stood dumbly, tense at first, but then her spine bent and her breath completely disappeared.

After eating the morning meal, get ready to hit the road.

Gillian waved to the black woman to ride in the carriage with her.

The black woman was holding a tattered bundle in her hand, which was covered with patches. Before getting on the carriage, she couldn't help but look back.

However, the chaimen was closed tightly, and there was no one waiting to return home - the old woman did not go out to see him off.

As the convoy set out on the road, the desolate villages were gradually left behind.

Black Girl hugged her knees and sat in a corner of the carriage. Ren Jilian and Youcao didn't say a word no matter how much they teased her, they just hugged the old bundle tightly.

Suddenly, the back of my hand was hit by a hard object.

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly untied the bundle and pulled a few old clothes inside, then froze.

The money she paid for selling herself was wrapped tightly in a piece of coarse cloth and tucked into one of her old clothes.

The black woman stood up, ignoring that the carriage was still moving, jumped off, got up, and ran towards the village quickly.

Finally she ran to the door of her house, gasping for breath, and banged on the door loudly.

The door was bolted from the inside, and no matter how hard she tried, no one answered.

The black woman panicked for no reason, and the beating turned into a beating.

"I'm back, don't drive me away!"

The door panel was already rotten, and she was so strong that it fell apart after just a few hits.

The black girl jumped into the house, and before she could even call out "ancestor", she froze on the spot.

His eyes slowly moved up, staring at the figure hanging on the beam. His pupils shrank sharply, and the baggage in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
To be continued...