The old woman in Gebu clothes knelt on the ground, tugging at the sleeves of Zhou Xing's robe, crying and begging.
Although she is said to be an old woman, she is actually different from the concept of old woman in Gongsun Yan's impression. It is not easy to judge the age of a person here by her appearance.
I saw her lying on the ground, with two bones in her back protruding high.
The hand holding the hem of Zhou Jing's clothes was thin and dark, with thick calluses and cracked holes. The nails were long and yellow, like the claws of a bird.
There are some black and yellow marks in the wrinkles on the face that is full of ravines. I don’t know if they are sunburn marks or dirt accumulated due to poor personal hygiene.
Her gray hair is sparsely tied and held up with a wooden hairpin that looks like a tree branch.
Gongsun Yan stood at the corner of the high wall.
She also knows that there is no basis for such superstitious taboos, but it is an indisputable fact that she is currently observing filial piety.
I believe that if she insists on going in, no one will dare to say anything.
However, just because no one dares to comment does not mean that they will not feel angry.
It would be troublesome if such resentment extended to the two children about to be born in the hospital.
At the moment when Gongsun Yan was thinking and weighing, she didn't notice that the expressions of everyone present changed.
Zhou Jing directly took out the corner of the robe from the old woman's hand, and the expression on his face changed. The upbringing etiquette he had learned allowed him to control it and did not kick her.
"What an ignorant and stupid woman! Who is Mrs. Yan? You are lucky to be here. Who bumped into whom?"
Zhou Xing followed Zhao Yun to Lulong, but he did not move his family out of Guzhu as usual.
Instead, he sent his eldest son to Zhao Xi to follow him. On the one hand, he hoped that the eldest son would learn from Zhao Xi and at the same time show his loyalty.
Now Zhou Jing has no clear responsibilities in Guzhu, but his actions and thoughts are no different from those of his disciples.
He had been troubled by this ignorant woman these past few days, but it was still within the tolerance range.
At this time, I don’t know if it was because of my tolerance these past few days that this foolish woman from the mountains had some kind of misunderstanding, so she dared to arrange for the mistress of the house?
Zhou Jing was about to call for someone to drag her down, but he heard the young girl's shouts coming from the distance.
"Shut up!"
Zhou Jing heard the news and went to see a group of people standing at the corner. The one who spoke was the maid Alan who had been following his wife.
Alan often cooked tea and served water in Mrs. Yan's study, and helped organize some documents. She had a quiet temper, and Zhou Jing rarely saw her showing such an angry look.
Not to mention Zhou Jing, Gongsun Yan had never seen Alan so angry.
He could hear the mother-in-law talking nonsense in the distance. Alan was worried that she would say some rude and crazy words again, so he passed Gongsun Yan for the first time, stepped forward and covered Gongsun Yan behind him, and squeezed her open mouth a little further.
The long sword at his waist was already two inches out of its sheath, and he was about to step forward when Alan squeezed him from the side.
He was stunned and looked back. Alan, with a pretty face, gestured to the old woman at him.
Zhang Zhu was stunned for a moment, then strode forward, and a guard behind him followed him spontaneously.
Walking up to Zhou Jing, he opened his arms and raised his hand to Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment, then nodded to Zhang Zhang and stepped away from the old woman.
The old woman on the ground was already stunned when she was scolded by Zhou Jing.
She heard the scolding again and saw two soldiers striding towards her. The leading man had hideous scars all over his right face.
At this time, the woman realized that she was not at home, nor was she facing a dumb and dumb daughter-in-law.
After she reacted, she shivered like chaff and fell to the ground.
A big hand reached out and grabbed her collar.
Such a stooped and short woman could be carried effortlessly in her hand with her arms wide open, just like carrying a chicken.
Holding the long knife in one hand and holding the woman in the other, Zhang Zhang walked out.
In the troubled times, the North has been fighting for many years, and in his eyes there is no distinction between men, women, old and young.
The guards who came with him were also former sergeants of Baima Yi, and they had a very good understanding with each other.
Seeing Zhang Zhang holding the man, the guard raised his hand to Zhou Jing and said, "Mr. Zhou, is there a shovel in the courtyard?"
"Yes, yes." Zhou Jing nodded, "I will order the servant boy to help you two deal with it later."
What do you want to deal with?
Gongsun Yan stood in the distance, his mouth slightly opened.
Although she knew that in this era, it was important for the king to insult his ministers to death, but she was still a little stunned when she saw Alan reach a tacit understanding with only a few eye contact.
What is this sense of deja vu of evil forces that kills people but still cares about burying them?
Seeing Zhang Zhang dragging the old woman away, Gongsun Yan hurriedly stopped.
"Anyuan!"
The previous displeasure had dissipated, and Gongsun Yan resisted the urge to hold his forehead and put down the old woman who was shaking like a quail.
At this time, there was no need for Gongsun Yan to weigh in. She patted Alan's arm comfortingly and led her forward slowly.
He frowned and shook the old woman out of his hand.
The skinny woman rolled twice on the ground, and her bones felt painful on the stone slab.
But she ignored the pain on her body, her hair was disheveled, she knelt on the ground, her forehead touched the bluestone, and she made a bang bang sound.
Although she had never seen her before, she already knew that the girl in front of her was the owner of this place.
She didn't dare to look up, her two legs were fighting, and she kept kowtowing.
The girl in front of them could determine the life or death of their entire family.
Gongsun Yan felt hurt, but at this moment she had absolutely no chance of blaming and questioning Alan Zhang, who was protecting her.
"okay."
Gongsun Yan walked straight past the old woman.
The two men who had been spying behind the door breathed a sigh of relief.
An old man and a young man, one behind the other, ran over, passed by Gongsun Yan, and helped up the old woman who had fallen down.
They kept watching from behind the door and made no sound even when the old woman was dragged away with her arms stretched open.
At this time, seeing that the host's wife wanted to forgive him, she hurriedly ran out, knelt down in a row with the old woman, and kept saying words of thanks.
Gongsun Yan didn't look at them and walked straight into the courtyard.
That old woman should be the wife and mother of these two men.
No matter how ignorant and foolish her ideas are, her starting point is to protect her family.
The people she protects are hiding behind the door and spying.
Gongsun Yan frowned, feeling disgusted in his heart.
Two guards entered the courtyard first.
Behind the courtyard gate there were several ragged people, old and young, probably a whole family, all lying behind the door to peek.
When he saw the two guards coming in, they dispersed like flies and ran far away to the corner of the corridor.
Gongsun Yan then stepped into the courtyard.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she couldn't help but frown.
Various clothes were draped on the flowers and trees in the front yard and were torn to pieces. There was also urine in a corner of the garden. I wonder if it was caused by children.
As for the sanitary environment, there is a simple altar made of wooden boards in the middle of the front yard.
There were some dry rice held on leaves on the altar, which must have been provided by the cook of the main house.
There was a crudely handmade wooden carving and a stone slab with a corner missing.
Gongsun Yan took a closer look and found out that it was a wooden toad with a naked figure drawn on the stone slab.
The painting of the little man is very crude, with two mung bean eyes on the face like a plate, and limbs like noodles. Only one part is very detailed.
Under the crotch of the villain, there is an exaggerated drawing of an object with complete organs.
The purpose of this altar is very clear. They are offering sacrifices to seek a son.
