Village Girl Struggle - Chapter 217

Six or seven hundred miles away from the treacherous capital of Beijing, the vast plains of thousands of miles rise suddenly here, with towering peaks and steep mountains.

Looking at the communication place between the mountains and the sky, but seeing the sky and the vast back of the mountains, like an extremely huge beast, lying quietly on the wilderness, acting as a barrier to the plains.

It was early winter at this time, and the vegetation was withered in the mountains, and only some green pines and cypresses could stand proudly among the rocks.

Taoist temples are cultivated in the middle of the mountain, with green tiles and white walls, and flying eaves. The kisses at the two ends of the ridge are actually lotus flowers made of red glaze, which point out the difference of Taoist temples here.

In front of the Guanqian, a bluestone trail is paved, and the zigzag-shaped zigzag road leads to the bottom of the mountain.

There are huge boulders as fences on the roadside, and towering old cypresses are planted on both sides, and the trees are densely shaded, almost covering the road. If you look far away, you can only see the woods, not the road.

Although it was noon at this time, the sky was gray and iron-gray clouds blocked the sun. Although there was no wind, the weather was still gloomy and cold, and the sky was a little wet.

A young Taoist aunt came up from the mountain road with a load of water and looked at the direction, just to return to the direction of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist aunt wore a half-old dark gray Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin stuck in her head, and she looked like an ascetic outsider.

The Taoist aunt is not low in figure, and she is also very strong.

The load of water on his shoulders seemed not very full, but this one walked a little slantingly, his body swayed, and the water in the bucket spilled out from time to time, making the hemp shoes on the aunt’s feet half wet. , It is conceivable that in such a snowy weather, it is really not a comfortable thing.

The Taoist aunt clenched her teeth and persisted, her head low, and beads of sweat ooze from the tip of her nose.

She sighed in her heart, now it’s not the good days of the past.

The senior sisters are all trying hard to adapt, and of course they can’t be an exception, alas. But why is it so easy to see people doing things so easy, and Mao himself is in a hurry, from Qinglianquan to Guanli, which is less than a thousand steps, nearly half of the water is sprinkled every time?

“Miaoyu?”

Well, it’s been so tired these few days that there have been auditory hallucinations.

How does it sound…

Xiaodaogu Miaoyu suddenly raised her head and looked around eagerly, but saw a group of ten people standing dozens of steps away. And the girl who smiled at her was Jiang Ying, isn’t it?

“Ah, what Xiaoying!”

The little Taoist threw the bucket on the ground. With a cheer, he flew towards Jiang Ying.

But when she was still four steps away from Jiang Ying, the little Taoist had to stop urgently.

The young boy Zhao Xi blankly stood in front of her, staring wide-eyed, “Little Master, slow down.”

The little Taoist slowed down a little puzzled. Say hello to Zhao Xi.

“Master Xiaoxi, you are all out, but that’s great.”

Originally thinking that Gao Han was so bad, she would definitely not let people go easily. She had a dream a few days ago when Gao Han locked up Xiao Ying and beat them…

“Xiaoying. You are finally here, I’m so worried!”

The little Taoist finally walked around Jiang Ying under the gaze of the young man. Holding Jiang Ying’s hand, he was chatting, with tears in his smile.

“Isn’t everything fine with me? Don’t you worry about it now?…How are you doing in Honglian Guan these days?”

This red lotus temple is also one of the famous Taoist temples in the north. The Guanzhu is the nephew of the real Bi Ling, and he has to take care of these people no matter what he wants.

only. Look at the look of Little Daoist…

When she asked, Xiaodao Aunt Miaoyu’s tears pattered down.

“We came to know that the master here is no longer the master nephew of Master Zu, and that master nephew has emerged two months ago. The master of today’s Taoist name is too clear, and there is no one like us. What kind of friendship, at first we came and went, Taiqing was not willing to let us live…”

Jiang Ying couldn’t help but was taken aback. It turned out that people are not as good as the sky. Master Bi Ling clearly figured out a way out for these people, but it couldn’t resist the fate of impermanence.

“Then, how did Taiqing change his mind later?”

The little Taoist aunt curled her mouth, “It’s not that the senior sister gave us a hundred taels of our travel expenses and gave it to Taiqing. The old Taoist aunt kept us in it because of the money. But the nose is not the nose. Eyes are not eyes. We live in Guanli’s wood-fire room and stables, and eat only a meal of black-faced steamed buns, but they say that we all eat leisurely meals, which is not in line with the Taoist philosophy of quiet and penance. Therefore, Everyone must work hard…”

Hearing what the little Taoist said, Jiang Ying couldn’t help but glanced at the bucket that the little Taoist had placed on the road.

Alas, the little Taoist aunt grew up in Baiyuntang since she was a child. Although she was named an orphan, she still had better food, clothing, shelter, and transportation than other big families. When did she do these rough jobs?

Look at the hands of the little Daogu pulling her sleeves. Now these hands are flushed, her fingers are swollen, and there are a few calluses on her head. This is only November! Why does it look like you are about to have frostbite?

Thinking of the witty and delicate artifacts made by the little Taoist aunt’s skillful hands, Jiang Ying suddenly felt like a violent thing.

Jiang Ying suddenly became angry, “So the job she allocates to you is to carry water?”

It’s no wonder that after only a month or two, Xiao Daogu’s round face was full of vigor, but now she has become a bit yellowish and thin, her eyes are a little cut, and the bottom of her eyes is still a little blue.

“Well, it’s carrying water and cleaning.”

Since these people from Baiyuntang arrived at Honglian Temple, the original Taoists of Honglian Temple didn’t have to do their own work. They just stood on one side and gesticulated.

As for the Taoist aunts of Baiyuntang, they did all the hard work, sweeping the floor, chopping wood, cooking and planting vegetables. They were all tired like old scalpers, and they had to be ridiculed by the Taoists of Honglianguan. How old were they? Those with poorer health are now alive and sick, but Taiqing is still dissatisfied, accusing Sanghuai and accusing them of just trying to pretend to be sick and escape from work.

“Now it’s only Miaoyan that Senior Sister secretly asks someone to buy some medicine, and it has been cooked in the farmhouse in the mountains, and she quietly brought it in for Senior Sister to drink.”

The little Taoist became indignant when she thought of this.

Jiang Ying patted the little Taoist’s hand to show his comfort.

Little Taoist aunt is still wiping her tears, and the little Zhao Xi next to her speaks a little dissatisfied, “Little Master, don’t cry like this in front of Xiaoying, what if you hook Xiaoying and want to cry too?”

Xiaoying is now going to be a mother-in-law, with a delicate body, how can he withstand great joy and great compassion.

Zhao Xi’s mental journey these days can be described as extremely tortuous.

I have that person in my heart.

The child is not his own.

This blow is almost the same as ‘the sweetheart is married, and the bridegroom is not the young master’.

The initial frustration, resentment, and troubles were intertwined, causing Zhao Xi to cry secretly when she was alone.

The thought of leaving quietly only once, flashed in his heart, like a spark in the night, fleeting.

Over the years, Zhao Xi’s wish has not changed: want to be with Jiang Ying forever.

Now it is only Xiaoying who has a child, that is, Xiaoying has married someone else. As long as it is not Xiaoying who wants to drive herself away, she will always be by her side…

Anyway, the worst, Xiaoying’s heart will also have the position of her own brother who grew up with him.

With this in mind, Zhao Xi can treat Xiaoying’s pregnancy peacefully.

With the baby’s Xiaoying, the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are full of lust, and occasionally speaking, the baby is also full of brows, and his eyes are as bright as morning stars.

Of course, Xiaoying seems to have tried to avoid doing this in front of Zhao Xi in order to understand Zhao Xi’s feelings.

After Zhao Xi figured it out, he was a little bit looking forward to the future.

Well, actually, compared to myself, that little baby’s blood father Du Hong is also more tragic.

Xiaoying broke off with him so decisively. Although there was a baby, she didn’t seem to want to tell Du Xiaohou at all.

Maybe in this lifetime, Du Xiaohou would never want to be the father of this baby justifiably.

In Zhao Xi’s imagination, that must be a little guy with handsome eyebrows, with his hands on his back, squinting, holding his head coldly, and staring at Du Xiaohou, who are you? I dare to pretend to be my father’s father, but my father’s father…

As long as he thinks of this picture, Zhao Xi’s heart is full of expectations.

Now, he has cultivated so much that he can be by Jiang Ying’s side carelessly, silently observing Mother Luo’s every act of serving Jiang Ying, and taking care of Jiang Ying in every way.

And because of his quick response as a teenager, Zhao Xi took the lead in doing many things that Mother Luo had more than enough energy to do.

Seeing his eagerness and diligence, Lady Wei, who was depressed by Jiang Ying’s uncooperative attitude, could hardly doubt that this baby is actually the kind of Zhao Xiaoye?

Of course, thinking about Zhao Xi’s age again, Lady Wei overturned her conclusion.

The boy in the thirteenth and fourth quarters became a father, which is a bit weird.

However, Ms. Wei did not expect that it was this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who would actually be recognized as the father of his direct relatives in the next few decades. Even if the truth is revealed later, that one is still Jiang. The baby in Ying’s belly is still the closest to Zhao Xi.

It’s just because Zhao Xi’s joy for Xiaoying and the doll is from the heart, as clear and clear as the crystal and the sky, and it is the heart that prefers to protect the other party when he is in danger.

Change my heart for yours.

Naturally, I will get a sincere return.

For example, at present, although Jiang Ying is anxious to know the situation in the view of Red Lotus, Zhao Xi puts her body’s safety first.

The sad little Taoist girl was scolded twice by Zhao Xi in a row.

She raised her eyes timidly to look at Zhao Xi, wondering what happened?

So wronged!

In the past, I and Xiaoying used to play casually, crying and laughing?

Why doesn’t it work now, Xiaoxi still looks at herself with this kind of scrutiny?

Could it be that there was something wrong with Xiaoying’s bones?

Just like the master of the immortal death?

PS: Haha, thank you for the sachet given by Aqi woman~~