Chapter 36: Poor House

Pei's mother looked a little embarrassed, but after a while, she became calm again.

She smiled softly.

"If you don't like it, I'll ask Luo'er to ask the lady next door."

Chen Shiyi shook his head.

"Aunt, I'll go get some hot water and help you wash. Then we can go outside and get some sun. You'll feel better. If you stay in your room all day, your illness will take longer to heal."

"good."

Chen Shiyi filled some hot water and washed Pei's mother's whole body. Then he found a chair under the eaves and carried Pei's mother out.

She found a bamboo rack, hung the bedding out to dry, opened the windows, wiped away all the dust in the room, and found a broom to clean every corner of the yard.

She found a basin and prepared to take all her clothes to the river to wash.

When Pei Xiucai saw this, his face turned red.

That's his shirt and his pants...

"Put the clothes down, I'll wash them myself, don't bother yourself."

Chen Shiyi said hurriedly.

"It's okay, I'll wash quickly and it will be done in a moment."

She walked outside and bought a bar of soap for washing clothes when passing a store. She also went to the vegetable market to cut a small piece of meat and two handfuls of green vegetables.

She entered the Pei family's kitchen. There was nothing inside except a few vegetables on the table. She had no idea how they lived.

Their lives are even harder than those they were exiled to.

Pei's mother's body was covered with bedsores, but she remained gentle and quiet, as if the pain and discomfort had no effect on her.

Maybe she didn't want to worry her son.

After hanging out the laundry in the yard, she cooked a meal for them.

"Aunt, I made you some meat porridge and fried some green vegetables. Please eat as you please. It's getting late. I should go back home. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

Mother Pei was very moved when she saw Chen Shiyi running around for her.

"Good boy, go back quickly, Luo'er, go and see Shiyi off."

Chen Shiyi waved his hands quickly.

"No need. My home is more than ten miles away from here. I can walk fast and will be there in a short while. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he smiled at Pei Xiucai, opened the door and went out.

Pei's mother sighed.

"It's really hard for this kid to walk more than ten miles up and down the mountain every day."

Pei Xiucai did not answer, but poured a bowl of porridge from the pot and handed it to Pei's mother.

Looking at the steaming hot porridge, it is soft, glutinous, sweet, and sprinkled with a few green onions, which makes it green and lush, making people's appetite whet.

Mother Pei blew away the hot air, took a bite carefully, and said with great satisfaction.

"I haven't had such delicious porridge for a long time. So, good deeds will eventually be rewarded."

Pei Xiucai couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mom, are you sure I'm doing a good thing?"

"What?"

"She killed someone, and I covered it up. Neither she nor I are good people."

Mother Pei was stunned for a moment and then praised.

"Eleven is diligent and enthusiastic, quick-handed, and a good cook. She can also kill people? That's amazing."

"Mom, killing people isn't an advantage, is it? How can you praise it?"

"It all depends on who is killed. Killing bad people is to eliminate evil and promote good. In a chaotic world, that's heroic."

"When Chen Shiyi hears you praising her so much, she will probably sell a few more pancakes."

When we returned to Fengming Courtyard, it was already getting late.

Wen Zhiheng and Wen Zhiyuan have already gone down the mine and returned home.

When he came back and saw that Chen Shiyi had not returned home yet, he was afraid that something had happened to her, so he immediately left the courtyard and prepared to look for her.

Before I had walked far, I saw Chen Shiyi running home at full speed.

"Master, I'm back late."

Wen Zhiheng couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Chen Shiyi sweating profusely.

"Take your time, don't rush." ​​Wen Zhiheng took the backpack from Chen Shiyi's back and said, "It's best if you're okay."

Chen Shiyi was panting and begging.

"I'll be fine from now on."

Wen Zhiheng asked doubtfully.

"Is everything taken care of?"

"Um."

"That's good."

"Master, why don't you ask me what's going on?"

Wen Zhiheng smiled knowingly.

"Everyone handles things differently. As long as you can handle it well, it means your ability has grown. In our exile place, there are endless monsters and demons. I am trapped by the punishment and cannot escape. Sometimes I am afraid that I am out of reach."

"Growth?"

"Yes, how many words do you recognize?"

“I recognize most of them, but I haven’t learned some of them yet.”

“Growth is not the experience accumulated over the years, but the peace and calmness gained from too many experiences. Later, when you read books and understand other people’s feelings, you can identify your own path among the thousands of words of others and walk on it bravely and persistently.”

Therefore, since he was exiled, he has gone from living a life of luxury and staying away from the kitchen to now working in the fields with his own hands. He is so calm because he has grown.

“Have you been through a lot?”

He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"I've been through some..."

Chen Shiyi wanted to ask something, but Wen Zhiheng spoke first.

"Let's go back quickly, Zhirou might have burned down the kitchen."

As expected, Wen Zhiheng really said it.

The kitchen was filled with thick smoke, and Wen Zhirou came out with a spatula in her hand, coughing from the choking.

She was breathing heavily and looking at Wen Zhiheng and Chen Shiyi in front of her, feeling extremely angry.

What time is it? You don’t even have time to cook or light a fire, but you’re still looking for an opportunity to talk?

Everyone looked at the black dishes on the table, and no one dared to be the first to eat them.

After looking around, Wen Zhirou put her hands on the table and spoke to Wen Zhiheng with gritted teeth.

“Eat!”

She gritted her teeth and thought, "Humph, this is what happens when you hang out with Eleven."

Wen Zhiheng's eyes shrank.

Did she misunderstand something?

Wen Zhiyuan, who was standing next to him, noticed that the atmosphere at the table was not right and quickly picked up his chopsticks.

"Let my second brother taste Rouer's cooking skills today."

He trembled as he picked up a piece of black stuff and put it into his mouth very reluctantly. His eyes shrank suddenly for a few times, and then he swallowed it.

His expression seemed a little uncomfortable and a little surprised.

"Rou'er, it's not bad. It's cooked and tastes pretty good. I thought it would be hard to swallow."

Wen Zhirou herself didn't even dare to eat it, and was very proud to hear Wen Zhiyuan's evaluation of her.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyuan didn't react and even continued to pick up food, the few people ate their meals with peace of mind.

Everyone took a bite at the same time, and Wen Zhiyuan couldn't help but run out.

Chen Shiyi thought that the Second Young Master didn't want to be the only one to be wronged.

Wen Zhiyuan came back and faced the angry eyes of the crowd with a smile: "Good things should be shared by everyone."