Chapter 42 The Thread in the Hands of a Loving Mother
"You..." Widow He's eyes were hesitant and conflicted, as if she was making the most important decision of her life. She had kept it a secret for so long, should she really tell her?
"You can choose to continue hiding it, but if you miss the opportunity, it will be extremely difficult for you to save He Changqing." Xiao Jiuyue said slowly, "Although He Changqing is young, his life in prison will not be easy."
When Widow He heard this, she immediately made a decision: "I believe you, but you must swear not to tell the Xiao family!"
Xiao Jiuyue spread his hands and said, "My last name is Xiao!"
"Then don't tell Mrs. Gan." Widow He said immediately.
Xiao Jiuyue didn't say anything, but looked at Lianxin who was standing beside her. Lianxin seemed to understand and immediately stepped forward to say, "Madam Gan was punished by the eldest lady by being slapped twenty times yesterday. She is now praying for the old lady in the ancestral hall!"
Twenty slaps in the face?
Widow He's eyes showed a look of "Don't lie to me". Rich people value reputation the most. If Madam Gan really gets slapped in the face, then...
"Auntie He, all matters big and small in the Xiao Mansion are decided by my eldest daughter." Lian Xin straightened her back and said with pride, "Even Master Xiao Song has to listen to my eldest daughter."
"Miss Xiao! Please save Changqing!" Widow He didn't know what "Miss" meant, but after hearing that, she just felt that Xiao Jiuyue in front of her was very powerful!
Xiao Jiuyue went straight into the house and saw He Lian again. She was huddled in the corner. Her messy hair revealed a face so thin that she was just skin and bones. Her loose clothes showed no signs of pregnancy at all.
"Miss Xiao, when I found out Lian'er was pregnant, it had been more than three months. I tried many methods, but the baby just wouldn't be aborted!" Widow He wiped her tears. She really didn't want this bastard at all!
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After leaving the He family, Lianxin asked in a low voice: "Miss, how did you find out that He Lian was pregnant?" She really didn't realize that He Lian was pregnant. The main reason was that He Lian looked like a crazy woman and was so thin that her bones were visible. She really didn't look like a pregnant woman.
"She doesn't let me see He Lian." Xiao Jiuyue thought of the first thing she saw when she entered the room. Widow He didn't drive them out, but stood up to block He Lian.
"The He family doesn't want this child, but Xiao Wenxing definitely wants him." Lian Xin thought, Xiao Wenxing has lost his penis, so he will have no descendants in the future. This child might be Xiao Wenxing's only child.
Xiao Jiuyue's eyes sank slightly, and she didn't say anything. She closed her eyes and leaned against the carriage, thinking. She always felt that there was something she had overlooked.
"Whoa."
The carriage suddenly hit something and stopped abruptly.
"Please spare my life, sir!" Xiang Sanniang didn't even have time to look at her oranges that had been knocked over. She just knelt down and begged for mercy. Last time she spilled manure and escaped, but this time it was all over.
Xiang Sanniang's face turned pale. How could she have known that the Xiao family's carriage was still hanging around outside when it was almost dark? It was all the fault of that old woman from the Huang family. If she hadn't snatched the oranges from her and delayed the trip, they would have been home long ago.
Xiao Jiuyue opened the curtain and looked at the orange-yellow oranges rolling all over the ground. Her eyes fell on her basket. She got off the carriage and asked, "Did you grow these oranges yourself?"
"Sir, these are all grown by ourselves. How about giving them to you as an apology?" Xiang Sanniang said cautiously, not daring to look up at Xiao Jiuyue. All she could see was a bright yellow-orange color. Wow, the flowers embroidered on the hem of the skirt are so pretty, and the material looks expensive too!
"How much is one pound?" Xiao Jiuyue asked.
Xiang Sanniang was stunned.
Lian Xin immediately squatted down and said, "My young lady is asking how much your oranges cost per pound!"
The maid is so pretty too.
Xiang Sanniang thought to herself and replied, "Six coins per pound."
Xiao Jiuyue: "I bought them all." This is much cheaper than Shengjing, where the price is at least twelve or thirteen cents per pound.
Xiang Sanniang's eyes lit up with joy, and she said excitedly, "Miss, you really bought them all?" She was worried, wasn't she going to pay?
Jin Wu, who was driving the carriage, had already picked up all the oranges that had fallen on the ground and put them back into the basket. Soon, the oranges were weighed, thirty pounds, and one hundred and eighty copper coins. He stuffed all the coins into Xiang Sanniang's hand. Xiang Sanniang bit the coin, weighed it in her hand, and made sure it was not fake. She happily put it in her arms and ran home.
Halfway through the run, Xiang Sanniang stamped her feet and sighed, "If I had known earlier, I would have taken two baskets and picked a load of oranges."
"Miss, this orange looks good." Lian Xin handed her the peeled orange and said, "Oranges in Hongdu are too cheap!"
Xiao Jiuyue tasted one, a newly ripe orange, sweet and juicy, and tasted very good!
"Not bad." Xiao Jiuyue gestured for her to eat too. She asked, "Are there many oranges grown in Fu'an Village?"
"That's right! Otherwise, where would that lady get so many oranges?" Lianxin also tasted one and exclaimed, "This is even better than the oranges in Shengjing!"
"Miss, how about I go and ask around tomorrow?" Lianxin said. She was reluctant to finish the orange, which was smaller than her fist, so she broke it into pieces and ate them one by one.
"I'll share it with everyone when we get back." Xiao Jiuyue distributed oranges to his grandmother, the second wife, and the third wife. The rest were counted per person, so each person got exactly one.
"Such sweet oranges are only six cents a pound?" The beautiful lady was eating oranges and was shocked when she heard that it was only six cents.
In the past, the Xiao family was managed by her. Every year, the Xiao family spent a huge amount of money just on fruits.
"They're probably oranges from Hongdu," Xiao Jiuyue explained with a smile. "Look, these oranges are a different variety from the ones we ate before."
"It's a little smaller, but very sweet." The beauty praised.
Xiao Jiuyue said, "If mother likes it, please ask someone to buy more tomorrow."
"No, eating too many oranges will cause internal heat." The beautiful woman seemed to remember something and reminded him, "Yuer, I know you have a lot of things to do, but it's almost dark, so don't go out. If you do go out, bring more people with you, in case you encounter danger..."
"Don't worry, mother. I'll just walk around the village. It's fine." Xiao Jiuyue changed the subject and asked, "With Jiachen accompanying him today, Jiayuan's handwriting has become more serious."
"No wonder, I guess Jiayuan must be competitive. When I went to see him before, he was still reciting the Nine-Nine Song." After listening to Xiao Jiuyue's words, the beautiful mother understood why Xiao Jiayuan suddenly recited the Nine-Nine Song.
"It's okay, let him memorize it." Xiao Jiuyue thought that after going through everything, her seven-year-old brother seemed to have grown up. He used to write big characters randomly, but recently, she found that Xiao Jiayuan's handwriting was becoming more and more serious!
"That's good, it saves him from running around." The beautiful woman seemed to remember something and said with a piece of cloth, "Yuer, look, this lotus root pink, I'll make you a winter coat, roll it with rabbit fur, and stuff it with some cotton to keep you warm."
The beautiful woman gestured on Xiao Jiuyue's body with the cloth and said, "You go out often, so you need thicker clothes."
"Mom, I have a lot of clothes." Xiao Jiuyue let her beautiful mother hold the cloth and gesture. The strong maternal love reminded her of a poem: The loving mother's hands are full of thread.
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