Village Girl Struggle

Jiang Ying returned to the yard before sitting down and taking a drink. He saw a little girl looking for herself, "Xiao Ying, the young master is in the study, asking you to go there."

Today is a day off, and there is no need to go to class. Jiang Ying has time to leave the house to go around. I didn't expect that this little Zhao Xi is really a stubborn person, and he can't leave it for a while.

When Jiang Ying passed by, Xiao Zhao Xi was sitting on a chair, holding the book in both hands, seeing Jiang Ying coming in from the corner of her eyes, still staring at the book, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Jiang Ying didn't say a word, found an embroidered pier on the ground and sat down, waiting for Xiao Zhao Xi to speak.

Zhao Xi waited for a while and didn't see Jiang Ying talking, so she had to put down the book in her hand, pretending to see Jiang Ying, and sighed, "Sister Ying is back?"

Zhao Xi lost the book while talking, and rushed towards Jiang Ying, his body shape resembling a small cannonball, if it weren't for Jiang Ying's strong body, he would really be knocked down by the sky.

Jiang Ying smiled and took Xiao Zhao Xi, with one arm around Xiao Zhao Xi's waist, coughing, the fleshy little body was still very friendly when he hugged him. Alas, if we are a loli body and a woman's heart, if the predecessor hadn't died a long time ago, the baby now should be as big as Zhao Xi, right?

Zhao Xi's two chubby hands were not honest, for a while, she scratched Jiang Ying's itch, and then she held Jiang Ying's hand as if she was acting like a baby. Jiang Ying thought that Zhao Xi was a biological mother who died early and no one cared for him. Regarding the empathy of her relatives or mothers, she naturally regarded Zhao Xi as a child, nephew and a younger brother. Alas, the mother gave birth to herself and the emperor sister. There is no arrogant, naughty and cute little brother who has always been It's the regret of the sisters.

After getting tired for a while, Zhao Xi asked with big eyes flashing, "Sister Ying, there are two people outside the mansion today who said it was your mother and sister. Did you see it later?"

Jiang Ying felt disgusting when he thought of the faces of the mother and daughter.

Alas, Wang Xiu'er's mother, what are you trying to do? It's not like doing good deeds. It's all about cheating on your daughter yourself. Why do you bother for others?

"I saw it, but that's not my mother and sister."

Jiang Yingwu was depressed, and briefly recounted the glorious history of Feng Guihua's marriage into the Jiang family, and said coldly, "That woman is my enemy, and the children she gave birth to are naturally the children of the enemy. I don't recognize them as younger siblings. Miles, in this life, I have only one big sister."

Zhao Xi tilted her head and looked at Jiang Ying for a while, "Big sister? Sister Ying's eldest sister and sister Ying are born like you?"

Jiang Ying knew that Zhao Xi must be thinking of the eldest young master Zhao Xuan and the eldest young lady Zhao Ying in this mansion. They were born a little alike. After thinking about it seriously, his appearance is not much similar to the eldest sister, so he smiled and shook his head. "It's not like, the eldest sister was born beautifully. Except for her big eyes, the places around her are small and exquisite. Me, she was born a little rougher."

The appearance of this body is not ugly. This year it has been a lot pleasing to the eye, but when I took a self-portrait, I only felt that the brows were sharp like swords, and the eyes were like apricot cores, with a little more rigid air. The facial features on the side were plain and unremarkable, and they couldn't be found even in the crowd. They were far from the i-li posture of Jiang Ying in the previous life.

Zhao Xi leaned her little head on Jiang Ying’s shoulder and said, “Sister Ying, those in the Jiang family are bad, so don’t see them in the future, okay? Sister, when I grow up a little bit, let’s go to the college in Dingyuan City. You don’t care about Jiang’s family, and I won’t go back to Zhao’s house, just the two of us are always together, okay?"

There are two great academies in Dingyuan City, where so many children are boarding and studying. As long as they are ten years old, they can go far and fly with Sister Ying, haha!

Jiang Ying was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his eyes to look around.

Seeing expectations flashing in Zhao Xi's big eyes, Jiang Ying touched Zhao Xi's hair with pity, nodded and agreed, "It's good, but you can't show your careful thoughts now, so as not to cause trouble. ."

It is said that the baby from the poor family was in charge early, and the baby from this wealthy family in another world also matured prematurely. At just a few years old, I wanted to get out of the control of the eldest lady at home, too, this one after another calculation, isn't it because Zhao Xi is a **** and is valued by Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao.

The impulsive second lady, I'm afraid it was also used as a gunman.

Hearing Jiang Ying's promise, Zhao Xixing's eyes flashed brightly, and the corners of her mouth smiled crookedly, and she stretched out her little paw to grab Jiang Ying's right hand, and said softly, "Great, sister Ying, you can't regret it. You Don't worry, I won't tell others, just tell you."

Jiang Ying didn't know at this time, what promise he made casually.

When he was later used by a black-bellied wife as a testament to Jiang Ying's misfortune, Jiang Ying regretted it was too late...

Since the last time he was successfully sent to embroider, Jiang Ying has been excited. Whenever he has free time, he will think about some new flowers, and when he has saved ten more, he will take out the house to exchange money.

Because she was familiar with the road, the Zeng family’s wife and daughter-in-law at the Zhenqian Shop were very enthusiastic when they met Jiang Ying. The products are sold for a few percent better than before, and even the new embroidery samples were bought alone. Of course, the price will not be only twenty letters.

Granny Zeng also deliberately told Jiang Ying about the most popular ones, so that Jiang Ying would bring more similar ones next time, and Jiang Ying nodded her head.

Out of the sewing shop, Jiang Ying was still the same as before. After walking around in the street for a while, he bought some gadgets. Thinking of Feng Guihua's day when he was thrown in mud by the little beggar, his heart moved. Go to the alley where you once met the little beggar.

I don’t know if Jiang Ying’s memory is wrong. He searched several places with broken mats, but did not see the little beggar. Instead, he saw an old beggar. Jiang Ying gave the old beggar a piece of the snack in his hand and followed him. Inquire about the little beggar.

The old beggar took the snack and put it in his mouth, and almost choked on it. It took a while before the weather had passed before he had time to tell Jiang Ying that the little beggar was about to go to the front alley. It is said that someone was going to renovate the house there, and the little beggar used to be a Xiao Gong, you can mix a few steamed buns a day.

"Come here, it's dinner, everyone should rest!"

Hearing this yell, the few people who were sweating profusely stopped their hands, talked and laughed and came to the small table in the courtyard, wiped their hands and waited for dinner.

The little beggar who was interacting with the mud also slowed down and hesitated. Then he stopped and walked over without getting close. He stood ten steps away from the kitchen, staring at the middle of the walk out of the kitchen. Young woman.

The woman was holding a big pot with a big steaming bun in her hand. As soon as she put it on the table, the working men grabbed it one by one. When the woman came back with the vegetable soup, the pot was already Seeing the bottom, only the missing half of the steamed bun lay alone on the bottom of the basin.

The little beggar watched eagerly but didn't dare to do it, which made the woman sigh, put the vegetable bowl in her hand, took the little bun, and stuffed it into the little beggar's hand, saying, "Today's work is small, You take this and go."

A teenage boy is really limited in what he can do, not to mention that he is uninvited, and those strong laborers will naturally not share their rations with this boy.

The little beggar lowered his eyes, saluted the woman silently, and shuffled out of the large open courtyard.

The steamed bun in his hand is warm and soft, and I can hold on for the whole day if I want to.

In this world, it seems such a difficult thing for a homeless young boy to support himself.

The little beggar took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand. He was about to chew a few more times to miss the satisfaction of a mouthful of food. Suddenly he felt a glance on him. The little beggar raised his head, still holding a half in his mouth. Mantou, when he saw the person across the alley, he was shocked.