Reborn girl from poor family

Chapter 10 Encounter (1)

Here, Su Ya and her daughter celebrated the New Year happily, but over there, Shen Huai spent the first few days of the New Year in a deserted and difficult manner.

As expected, the medicines Zhang Shenmu prescribed became more powerful each time. Starting from New Year's Eve, Shen Huai couldn't even get out of bed.

Xu Yuan failed to return from his search, and Gao Jun had no time to pay attention to him. He guarded Shen Huai in fear, who was drinking medicine and vomiting blood, until the wound finally became scarred.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the sound of firecrackers began in Huai'an City at midnight. In the early morning, before dawn, people would set up pine doors and burn pine branches. The rosin soaked into Huai'an City, and the doors and windows could not be blocked.

Lao Zhou didn't know anything, so he came to ask Gao Jun: "Today is the day to welcome the God of Wealth. All the shops are open. The local big families will also gather their clansmen to worship their ancestors in round graves in the cemetery outside the city. There are all kinds of flowers." and performances, this is the only lively event in Huai'an City. It's the first time for the young master to celebrate the New Year in the old house, why don't you go out with the young master for a walk?"

Gao Jun smiled and nodded in agreement, saying that he did have plans to go out in the evening, so there was no need to prepare meals at home.

Today's Huai'an City is indeed very lively. Various types of sacrificial flowers are lined up in a long queue. They are walking and performing, stopping and walking, which shows the strength of the major families. The tribesmen in costumes and the carriages and horses who stop to watch, put together several The main streets are blocked.

There were crowds of people. Su Ya carried the sacrificial items and stood at the entrance of an alley protecting Yan. She waited until the large procession had left the city and the crowd was no longer so crowded before going to Qingjiangpu Pier.

During the festival, there were fewer boats at the pier and it was deserted than usual. On the river banks on both sides of the pier, there were only a few people burning paper money.

There is a thin layer of ice on the river and it no longer flows. The wandering souls who have been buried in it for thousands of years do not know whether they have passed away. People who cannot find the bones will pay their respects by the river.

Su Ya took out the food and wine from the basket, filled two glasses of water and wine, handed one cup to Yan's hand, and sprinkled the wine on the river bank.

Mrs. Yan's eyes were already red. This was the place where Su's father stayed most during his lifetime. It was the place where their family reunited and parted every year when they were escorting water transportation between Beijing and Hangzhou. Su's father was buried in the canal without any trace of his body. Later, she often stayed at this dock. Wandering, watching thousands of sailboats racing on the river from a distance, seeing things and thinking about people.

After moving away from Qingjiangpu, Su Ya begged her not to come here alone again, citing nightmares, so there were very few opportunities to sit quietly by the river for a while like before.

No matter how painful a separation is, one will get used to it with the passage of time. Su Ya has long since passed the point of crying on the shore. After leaving the dock, in order to make Mr. Yan happy, she took Mr. Yan to a teahouse to listen to books.

Storytelling, drama, and storytelling are all in the same line. Judging from Su Ya's level of appreciation, the storyteller at Sanrun Teahouse is also a peer. He talks about the court and the public, sometimes impassioned, sometimes sentimental, but never contemptuous. It's simple and simple, so it's suitable to take Yan to listen.

It was evening, and many people returning to the city after worshiping their ancestors gathered outside in small groups. Su Ya didn't want Yan to be crowded with others, so she asked for a small table on the second floor near the inner railing, diagonally facing the first floor. The storytelling desk has a nice and quiet view.

After a while, Mrs. Yan really listened with interest. Seeing that the tea brought by the waiter was not hot enough, Su Ya was worried that Mrs. Yan would catch the cold, so she took the teapot and went downstairs to change the water. When she reached the stairs, she heard someone coming from the stairs on the third floor. Come the sound of whispered conversation.

"Master Xie rarely returns to his hometown to worship his ancestors, so why did he choose to meet in such a teahouse?" One person complained with a sigh.

"You don't understand this - just because Mr. Xie rarely comes back, how many pairs of eyes are staring at him?! This is a big matter, and several adults want to talk in secret, so naturally they will have a banquet. Just watch, today

The banquet at Zuixian Tower in the evening is just to avoid people's attention, and the tea party here is the highlight." The other person lowered his voice, sounding very understanding of what was going on.

"No wonder we have to go to Zuixian Building to guard the door after we have made arrangements. You said, we have some dignity at least, how can we do this kind of errand?"

"Hehe, do you feel aggrieved? Just bear with it. If the matter discussed later is settled, we will have to live a life of hunger and cold!"

"Are there any new tasks?"

"Haha, in any case, something big is going to happen in Huai'an Mansion." The person who knew the inside story laughed vaguely and stopped talking.

At this point, the two of them were about to come down from the third floor. Su Ya couldn't listen anymore and quickly went downstairs carrying the teapot.

About half an hour later, two pairs of masters and servants staggered back and forth in a low-key manner, walked through the lobby, and went up to the third floor under the guidance of the waiter.

Su Ya's heart tightened. The skinny old man who came from behind looked around the building with a pair of sinister eyes when he entered, and that face fell into her eyes.

She remembered that in her previous life, she complained about injustice in front of the government office. It was this old man who hurriedly came out of the government office, scolded the government officials for neglecting their duties, and ordered the government officials to beat her away with sticks. After that, she came to mobilize several people who died in the dock explosion.

A wealthy family has seen him.

The face she had been looking for suddenly appeared. Su Ya's hair stood on end, and she could no longer listen to a sentence of what the storyteller said.

It's still six months since the incident in the previous life. What big things are brewing now?

She looked at the internal structural layout of Sanrun Building again. The first and second floors were scattered seats, and the third floor was all private rooms. The stands of each private room faced the center of the restaurant. There were bamboo curtains hanging to isolate the view. Unless the guests opened the curtains, otherwise

The privacy is excellent, and you can't see which box the old man and his entourage entered at all.

Su Ya looked at Yan who was listening to a book uneasily, not sure if if she sent Yan home first, she would still have a chance to eavesdrop on the secret conversation taking place on the third floor when she came back.

"Mom, let's eat here tonight. We'll go to work tomorrow. If I don't go back after hearing this story, I will definitely not be able to eat well or sleep well for a few days."

She finally made up her mind, quietly discussed it with Yan, who was accustomed to being thrifty, and then got up and went downstairs to order food.

After that, he looked for an opening and jumped up to the third floor.

Compared with the two floors below, the third floor is very quiet. The corridor is outside and goes around the building. It is actually an ingenious idea that you can listen to books inward and enjoy the scenery outside.

Su Ya walked around half a circle outside and found the box where the old man was.

But as soon as she put her ear to it, a person came out from the corner of the corridor and shouted: "Who is that person?!"

Su Ya didn't have time to take a closer look. There was only one stairway, and the direction was blocked by people coming in. The window bars around the winter corridor were also closed, so she didn't know what was going on downstairs.

In desperation, she had no choice but to walk towards the inward corner of the corridor. When she turned around, there was a private room with a half-open door on her left. Su Ya ducked in without thinking too much.

There was only a young man in the box who was drinking tea alone with his head down. There was a charcoal stove burning in the room for heating, but he was still wrapped in a big cloak. He seemed to be immersed in the impassioned storytelling downstairs and had not noticed the sudden movement.

Su Ya had already quickly looked around when she walked in. The box was not big and the furnishings were not cluttered. She was sure there was nowhere to hide.

It was too late to retreat, so she simply rushed to the man's side, lifted up his cloak, and ducked in.

She quickly hid the hem of her skirt under the cloak hanging on the ground, and at the same time put a sharp weapon against the man's waist.

Before he could even say a word, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside!

(End of chapter)