Reborn girl from poor family

Chapter 2 Live without crying (2)

Ant people?

You little ants!

Because he has an ant-like life, he doesn’t even deserve to ask for justice?!

Su Ya's heart was full of resentment and unwillingness. She wanted to struggle, scream, and refuse to accept her fate, but she could only collapse in the weeds. She no longer had the ability to grab a blade of grass. The last sight was between the weeds and branches.

That pale sky.

When she regained consciousness, she had returned to three years ago.

The aroma of the food woke her up, and Yan was as lively as before. She smiled and teased her, saying that she was a fifteen-year-old girl, but she was still a slacker, and urged her to wash up quickly.

Fifteen years old?!

Su Ya drifted off to wash up as if in a dream, and sat down at the dinner table as if in a dream, staring at her mother greedily. The tip of her tongue was filled with the taste that had once made her crazily miss her. Her tears fell into the porridge, frightening Yan.

Shi.

"I'm fine, mother... I just had a dream... I dreamed that you don't want me anymore..." She couldn't wipe away the tears that were pouring out, so she hugged Yan's waist and buried her face in her mother's

On the warm and soft belly, my heart was filled with an indescribable taste.

Just a moment ago, she hated her life, hated that she was born as an ant and had no control over her fate. But at this moment, her mother was patting her head soothingly, and her ears were filled with her mother's comforting words that made her laugh and cry. She felt grateful in her heart.

Now that her life is over, she still has three years to prepare, take precautions, and keep her mother away from danger.

Go and change the fate of this ant!

In this way, Su Ya, who was full of energy, and Yan, who had a daughter and everything, started a new life. They moved away from the canal, away from the Qingjiangpu Wharf where the explosion occurred in the previous life, and lived in the Hexia Xiuyi Alley in the inner city.

Store the hope of rebirth temporarily in this small courtyard.

Two and a half years passed in a blink of an eye, and the mother and son were living a pretty good life.

However, Su Ya never forgot what the murderer said in her previous life. The murderer must be used by others. On the heads of ants and common people, closer to the sky, they are naturally nobles, high-ranking officials, wealthy gentry and wealthy businessmen. It is impossible for ordinary people to control the government.

The power of.

This Huai'an Mansion is a place that reaches the sky.

The Grand Canal that goes around the city stretches for three thousand miles. It goes to the capital in the north, to Yuhang in the south, to the sea in the east, and to the Yellow River, Huai River, and Yangtze River in the west. Countless high-ranking officials and rich gentry gather here, and they also bring information from all directions into Huai'an City.

In the mansion.

After moving to the inner city, Su Ya found a job at Tianhui Bookstore, which specializes in printing Chinese novels, delivering storybooks to the houses of various governments. She took this opportunity to spy on the movements of the local government and increase her chances of staying away from danger.

chips.

Su Ya always feels that everything has its clues, and the more information she has, the stronger her ability to avoid disaster will be.

Most people would think that how much convenience does a job of delivering message books bring to spying on the government?

That would be a mistake.

It is not the story books that can bring convenience, but the ladies who love to read the story books.

Never underestimate the women behind men. Many things are accomplished with the help of women, and with the help of storybooks, many concerns are revealed and secret information is often leaked inadvertently.

The little storybook is really impressive. The thin booklet contains several stories of ups and downs in ancient times, as well as many sad and joyous scenes in the world. It is not like opera to choose the stage, nor is storytelling to choose the scene, regardless of time and place.

It can bring people into the story at any time, and it is the spiritual food that the ladies and ladies in the courtyard can't put down.

The money was so profitable that each bookstore specially assigned a storybook lady to deliver storybooks and speech books to the women's families in each house. Because ladies and ladies were not all good at interpreting words, the storybook ladies would shuttle around when the time came.

We provide considerate services in every residence.

At present, in Huai'an city, the one who is best at creating new novels is Tianhui Bookstore, and among Tianhui Bookstore, the one who understands the lady's thoughts best is Su Ya.

Because Su Ya is very different from other storybook ladies: not only is she familiar with all the storybooks on the market, but she is also very good at telling stories. As long as you want to listen, she can tell the story in black and white.

Most other ladies in this book rely on rote memorization of clichés, but Su Ya not only has her own opinions and quotes from other sources, but she is also particularly good at mobilizing the minds of the women. She often only needs to analyze an example and a train of thought in a simple and in-depth way.

Then he looks at the person encouragingly with an admiring smile, and the other person often feels that his inspiration has opened up. Combined with the examples around him, the sky is full of information and the sense of accomplishment is overwhelming.

With this ability, even the glamorous theater troupe could not match Su Ya's appeal. People on the stage would leave after singing and chanting, but Su Ya's business of selling storybooks has a long history.

With a combination of mental arithmetic and careless calculation, Su Ya is now not only a master of reading and delivering storybooks, but also an expert on gossip in Huai'an City. She has also witnessed a lot of official transactions and insider information of official and business transactions.

Of course, this is a secret, and Su Ya must act like a mouthless gourd and never mention these secrets.

Today's delivery of "Su Hulu" was very smooth, and all the silk handkerchiefs and purses embroidered by Yan were sold out. She went back to Tianhui Bookshop to settle her wages and received another year-end red envelope.

Walking in the sunset with the money in my pocket, I felt that the bluestones on the ground were particularly beautiful.

The dusk was cold, but Su Ya didn't seem to notice it. She walked briskly, lowered her head and counted the stones on the stone road all the way to the steps of the small bridge. She was thinking about the arrangements for the festival when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking up, three men of varying heights, fatness and thickness were blocking the bridge and looking at her with evil expressions.

Su Ya blinked her eyes and looked around, but she couldn't see anyone else. In the dusk of the cold winter lunar month, every house had to light up their cooking smoke, remove dust, and prepare new year's goods. No one was still wandering on the road.

The location of this small bridge is quite remote, and there is a wall a few feet away on one side. The view is very poor. It is really a good place to block the road and steal money.

Su Ya immediately turned around and prepared to leave. After a few steps, she had to stop because two men also came up from the end of the bridge to block her way.

"Who are you? Let me pass." Su Ya looked panicked.

"Ha! Are you panicking now? Damn girl, why didn't you panic when you were trying to steal business?" The person who came here is not a good person.

"Did the brothers misunderstand? How could I compete with you for business? What kind of business do these heroes do?"

"Why didn't you grab it? We were singing on the stage, and you were selling storybooks off the stage... Uh-huh!" A little man just yelled a few words angrily, and was covered by the people next to him.

"Oh! Are any of you from the Chunxing Opera Troupe?"

Su Ya suddenly realized that she had been squeezed to the bridge railing at this time. While talking, she looked under the bridge. The waterway was narrow and could only accommodate two small boats running parallel to each other on weekdays. In winter, the river was shallow and the water surface was already thickly knotted.

The ice vaguely swallows the remaining light of the setting sun.

"Some of the eldest brothers in the Chunxing class wrongly blamed me. They were all called over by the ladies. You were singing on the stage, and the ladies were happy to hear it. I was pulled away by the ladies to lecture, and my voice was not loud.

No matter what I say, it won’t affect you.”

Su Ya looked at the visitor's twinkling eyes, the hemp rope in her hand and the big cloak hanging on her arm, and her body gradually tilted towards the outside of the bridge to avoid it.

"You damn girl is very articulate, but you don't have a long memory. I warned you twice and you still haven't changed your mind. Don't blame the brothers for being rude this time!" The identity of the visitor had been revealed, so he simply stopped hiding it and started to roll up his sleeves.

"What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? You like telling books so much, so you went to a brothel to tell them. It's a pity that you have such a big ugly birthmark on your face, otherwise you would have sold it for a good price."

The people came rushing up to her as she spoke. Su Ya was about to scream. One of the people raised her hand to cover Su Ya's mouth. Su Ya suddenly bent back and tried to hide. With a scream, she jumped over the bridge railing and fell down.

Go, roll on the ice, roll under the bridge and lose sight.

"Go down and look for it!"

The leader cursed and ran under the bridge first.

Since ancient times, professional women have had to overcome more obstacles. It is so difficult to make a living, so why should bad guys bully each other?

We encourage fair competition and spurn those who do evil things!

(End of chapter)