"Hao'er..., Hao'er..., wuwuwu, it's all mother's fault. You shouldn't have...shouldn't have been reborn in this world... I've suffered so much in this life, so you can find a good family in the next life.
Don’t suffer this kind of injustice again…”
The sound of crying came from far and near in his ears, and Yang Decheng's consciousness gradually came to his senses: "Am I in the hospital? Who is crying to death next to me? It's really unlucky..."
Just when he thought of this, some chaotic thoughts suddenly came to him, filling his head: This is Bazhou City of the Song Dynasty, and I am Ding Hao, the concubine of the Ding family...
Yang Decheng was startled and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was even more surprised. The setting sun made the scenery in the room a little dim. He lay on his back on the couch, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky above his head.
The beams are thick logs, with rib-like purlins on both sides. There is no Chengchen. It looks a bit like the old house where I lived in the orphanage in the town when I was a child. It is definitely not what a hospital should look like.
Slowly turning his head to look around, he saw that the door and window lattice were antique and looked old. A woman in light green clothes was leaning on him in pain, and her chest was wet with a large area. However, because she was leaning over, only
I can see her raven hair, but I can't see her face clearly.
Yang Decheng never thought that such a strange thing would happen to him. His lips trembled, but he couldn't even say a word. Those chaotic thoughts merged into his memory again, making his thinking even more confusing...
He is a member of the Ding family, and his name is Ding Hao. The Ding family is the largest landowner in Bazhou. The family owns thousands of hectares of fertile land. The head of the family, Ding Tingxun, is a well-known local squire. Since the Ding family has millions of dan of rice and grain and is located in the northwest, they have always been
The frontier army mainly sells military rations. Not only is it rich and powerful, but it is also powerful. It is one of the most famous households in Bazhou City.
Ding Hao's mother was originally a maid of the Ding family. Mr. Ding had an affair with her after drinking and gave birth to Ding Hao. In this era, the concubine's son had a low status, equal to that of a servant, and his mother was the concubine's son.
He has no status, so his status is no different from that of an ordinary servant of the Ding family.
Mr. Ding’s first wife had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son Ding Chengzong is now in charge of the housework for the old man. The eldest daughter Ding Yuluo was originally married to another family. Unfortunately, her fiancée died early due to illness and has not yet remarried. The second son Ding Chengye
He is eighteen years old and is a carefree playboy. Mr. Ding married the Zhou family and now has an eight-year-old daughter.
"How is it possible that I borrowed a corpse to resurrect myself and took over this Ding Hao's body, or that this Ding Hao inexplicably possessed my memory?" The two memories overlapped, giving him a splitting headache, nausea in his heart, and he couldn't tell the difference for a moment.
Who is it?
...I remembered that it was now the cold winter season and I had a high fever for several days in a row. However, the second young master Ding Chengye was going to a friend's banquet the day before yesterday and he still had to wait on his horse to drive him into the city. He and the young masters
They were drinking and having fun in the Nuang Pavilion, but they stood outside the door for half the night "living in the wind". As a result, their condition worsened as soon as they came back, and they even fainted...
All this came to mind one by one, and Yang Decheng was shocked and horrified. How could such an incredible thing happen? Could it be time travel? He read a lot of books and watched some time travel movies, but he never believed that the world was really real.
There is such a thing. Even if the time black hole that scientists say theoretically does exist, it has nothing to do with him, but everything in front of him... Could it be that the net that the crazy old Xu hit on his head?
Is the bottle really an antique, or a magical antique? Yang Decheng was really confused.
Mrs. Yang threw herself on her dead son and cried uncontrollably. Her son had really suffered a lot since he was a child. Even the children of ordinary farmers did not suffer as much as him. He obviously had a father, but he was like a child without a father.
He was born into a rich family, but he never had enough food or clothing to keep him warm. He was worse than a child from an ordinary tenant farmer's family. This was just because Mr. Ding was afraid that others would know that he was his illegitimate son, which would tarnish his reputation.
She refused to give him even the slightest care, which made her even more harsh than an ordinary servant.
The son obviously had a high fever, but the second young master asked him to drive out and brave the heavy snow to wait for him on the trip. The son fell to the ground when he came back. The doctor at Yangzhuangzi looked at it and said that it was very dangerous if the fever did not subside. Maybe Bazhou City
Only the doctor Xu Da in the village could save his life. But when the master heard that he had to send a car to take him to the city for medical treatment, he also had to ask the doctor Xu Da, who was once an imperial physician, for diagnosis and treatment. However, he ordered the doctor calmly: "A man from the village
When ordinary servants are sick, there is no reason to hitch a carriage and send them to the doctor Xu Da for diagnosis and treatment. When word spreads, the gentry in Bazhou still don’t think that someone like me, Ding, has no rules and messed up the hierarchy? What’s the point of a small fever?
If it's important, just let the doctors at the village do their best to diagnose and treat you."
After such a delay, he watched his son take his last breath. After the master found out, he was silent for a long time, but only lightly ordered to prepare a thin coffin for burial tomorrow. He was really cruel. Mrs. Yang knew that their mother and son were here.
In the eyes of the master, it was a very disgraceful existence for him. He wished that his mother and son would disappear completely from this world. He never thought that they were members of the Ding family.
When the pregnancy was dark, the master sent a doctor to abort the child. At that time, I really should have listened to him, but I couldn't bear it. At the same time, I also held a trace of fantasy, hoping that once I have a son, the master will
Being able to soften his heart and take her as a concubine can be regarded as a status. But who knows that Ding Tingxun, who comes from a family of Xu Shili and a scholarly family, has always regarded this ridiculous thing of his as a scandal, and it is too late to cover it up, so how can he accept it?
She was an ordinary girl from a farming family as my concubine.
After her son was born, her monthly salary increased, but she was kicked out of the back house and sent to work as a cook in the dining room of another house. The master ignored her and her mother and they became strangers. They were his.
Blood and flesh...
Mrs. Yang both cried for her son and felt sorry for herself. She was so sad that she could hardly breathe. Yang Decheng lay there, thinking clearly about the cause and effect for a while. He saw the woman beside him crying miserably. Although it was the first time he met her,
There was no mother-child affection, but he still felt miserable in his heart. He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to wake up Yang. There were heavy footsteps outside the door, and a fat, dark man rushed in. Before he could enter the house, he yelled hurriedly.
: "Aunt Yang, is Ah-Dai's condition getting better?"
This fat man's surname is Xue Mingliang, nicknamed Shaozhu'er, and he has the best relationship with Ding Hao. Ding Hao has been shy and dull since he was a child, and he was often bullied. It was fat Xue Liang who supported him. The two of them are not brothers. Yesterday, Young Master Ding went there
At the Qu Painting Hall in the east of the city, I stayed at the girl's place until he returned home. Xue Liang drove with him. He had been worried about his brother's condition. At this time, he was waiting for him to come back. He had just unloaded the carriage and hurried over.
Yang said with tears: "Xiao Liang, Hao'er..."
Before Yang could finish speaking, Xue Liang said happily: "Ah-Dai, are you awake? I've been so anxious the whole day, just wake up."
"What?" Mrs. Yang looked up with tears in her eyes. When she saw her son looking at her with his eyes open, she couldn't help being surprised and happy: "Son, you are still alive, you are still alive, my son..."
Mrs. Yang burst into tears of joy and held Yang Decheng in her arms. Yang Decheng was held in her arms. Thinking of the half-life of being destitute and confused, her heart couldn't help but feel sour, and she subconsciously called out: "Mother...
…”
This cry of "mother" was extremely bitter. I don't know whether it was pity for Yang, who had suffered a hard life and lost his biological son, or he was thinking of his biological parents whose faces he couldn't even remember.
