Chapter 6 Go back to sleep
The heat rises in the morning sun.
In the bustling crowd, Song Jin had already sold two whole pots of steamed buns. Only when the sun rose higher could Song Jin finally take a break.
Song Jin didn't feel it when she was busy just now, but now that she has some free time, she starts to feel a little nervous.
That Mr. Fan was like a firecracker that could explode next to her ear at any time, making her very annoyed.
Otherwise, why don’t you set up the stall for the next two days?
Song Jin thought quietly with a stern face, but his deft hands never stopped and soon he made several petal-shaped cakes.
The cakes were exquisite and neatly placed on the small steamer, waiting for the last one to arrive before being put into the oven for baking.
Song Jin's fingers are slender and white, with a faint pink color on the fingertips.
Her fingertips pinched the pastry neither lightly nor heavily, but when only the last petal was left, suddenly a pair of greasy hands grabbed it!
Song Jin was startled and subconsciously pulled his hand out, and the cake in his hand fell onto the table as Song Jin let go.
The delicate little flower was smashed to pieces in an instant.
Song Jin has been setting up a stall here for some time.
In the past, some hooligans had smiled at her with ill intentions, but this was the first time that they had directly attacked her!
Song Jin was so scared that she looked at the hand that was holding her.
The palms are broad, without any scars or calluses, and it is obvious that they have been well maintained.
But there were some wrinkles on his hands, which showed that he must be an elderly person.
It’s Mr. Fan!
The first thing that came to Song Jin’s mind was him!
Mr. Fan is only in his fifties this year, but he has been in poor health in recent years, so he looks older.
"Xiao Jin'er, your hands are white and tender, how can you make cakes in this icy and snowy place?"
Even though Song Jin had dodged, Master Fan still wanted to catch him.
Song Jin frowned and hid far away: "Master Fan, please respect yourself."
"Self-respect?" Master Fan obviously didn't intend to let Song Jin go this time: "Do you know how much I missed you during this time when I was away? I finally waited until the mourning period for that dead old woman was over, and I rushed here to marry you. It's been half a year, and you, little girl, haven't figured it out yet?"
"It doesn't matter if you haven't figured it out yet. It won't be too late to think about it slowly after you move in!"
Song Jin's little face was tense, and there was no trace of smile on her usually smiling face.
She said seriously, word by word: "Master Fan, don't say that. My husband will be unhappy, and I will mind it too."
"Husband?" Master Fan was stunned. "Where did you get your husband?"
Mr. Fan thought for a moment, and his slightly teasing tone suddenly turned cold: "Are you married?"
Song Jin nodded and took a few steps back: "Yeah."
Mr. Fan's eyes were grim. He withdrew his hand and turned the ring on his left thumb with his right hand.
This little girl actually got married?
How dare she get married when he was not in Chongzhou? Who has such courage? !
Most people in the city knew that he intended to take Song Jin as his second wife, and no one dared to make a move on Song Jin, so he went out with peace of mind.
Who is so blind as to dare to marry Song Jin now?
Mr. Fan didn't say anything. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Song Jin from head to toe, especially her waist.
This little girl seems to have some of the charm of a young lady.
She was already married, so naturally she couldn't be his second wife.
But if she was a concubine...
A married young wife should have a different kind of charm.
"Oh? You're married." Mr. Fan's lips curled up into an unfathomable smile. He lifted his robe and sat on the chair. The hand that had just grabbed Song Jin turned and reached out to those white, tender and soft buns.
In a short while, all the steamed buns were pinched.
Song Jin really wanted to rush up and break that greasy hand.
But it doesn't work.
Song Jin lowered his eyes, his brows gathered into the shape of a "川" character.
This way she would end up in jail, but she would have a handsome husband waiting for her at home.
It's not worth it.
"Then tell me, what is your husband's name and where he lives. Maybe he is someone I know."
Mr. Fan asked sinisterly.
Song Jin didn't want to answer, but it seemed that if she didn't say it today, she wouldn't be able to leave.
She answered vaguely, "My husband is from Kyoto. My parents and brother arranged a marriage for me. I have been waiting for him. He came a few days ago and we got married."
Song Jin tried to resolve the matter properly: "Master Fan, I am already married and cannot be Master Fan's second wife. Please find someone else."
"Kyoto?" Master Fan sneered, "I didn't expect you really have a lover in Kyoto."
After Master Fan finished speaking, he stood up and walked out. Unexpectedly, Master Fan suddenly turned back halfway and said to Song Jin in an ambiguous tone, "In that case, you should spend a few good days with your husband."
These words sound sinister and are obviously not good.
Song Jin did not respond to Master Fan's words. Seeing the steamed buns that Master Fan had pinched, he tried his best to be polite and said, "Master Fan, I can't sell these buns. I'll give you fifty-six cents."
"You little girl, you have such a lovely personality!"
Mr. Fan was not angry, but he didn't give any money either.
He walked back and stood in front of the stall, suddenly raising his hand.
The small stall was overturned in an instant, the flour on the chopping board was scattered everywhere, the unfinished pastries fell to the ground, and the white and tender steamed buns were scattered all over the floor!
Song Jin clenched his fists and looked at Master Fan with fierce eyes.
Mr. Fan loved Song Jin's appearance very much. He had a greasy smile and his face was full of wrinkles.
"It doesn't matter. I will pay for what I smashed. Let your husband come to the Fan Mansion to get the money."
After Master Fan finished speaking, he stepped on his white and tender buns and turned to get on the sedan chair. Before getting on, he whispered, "Go check if what Song Jin said is true."
The attendant said, "Yes."
There weren't many people coming and going. A few wanted to stop and watch the fun, but when they saw it was Mr. Fan, they quickly lowered their heads and walked away.
Long after Mr. Fan left, Song Jin was still standing in front of the shop with his fists clenched.
She actually felt like crying and was a little worried.
It looked like Mr. Fan had no intention of letting her go.
Song Jin stood there for a long time with his lips pursed. Finally, he sniffed, cleaned up the messy stall, went to Xiu Cui Lou to report, and then turned around and went home.
Hearing the sound of Song Jin pushing the door and returning home, Xie Qiao's hands, which were copying a book, paused slightly.
She came back earlier than usual today.
Her movements were always gentle, as if she was afraid to disturb him. If he had not been alert since childhood, he would not have heard the sound of the door opening outside.
Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Xie Qiao looked up subconsciously.
The knock on the door seemed to remind him that someone was coming in, so after knocking three times, Song Jin pushed the door open.
When he looked up, his eyes met Xie Qiao's.
The moment their eyes met, Song Jin subconsciously held his breath.
She walked in quietly, like a kitten: "Husband, are you copying a book?"
Xie Qiao's eyes fell back on the book and he said calmly, "Yeah."
"Then I won't bother you anymore." Song Jin didn't say much. She just walked to the side, picked up her quilt, turned around and walked out.
He left the room without even a sound of the door closing.
He didn't even look at Xie Qiao the whole time.
At the moment of closing the door, Xie Qiao, who should have been copying the book intently, raised his eyes.
He glanced at the half-empty bedding, and then looked at the door that had just been closed.
She always smiled when she saw me in the past, but not today. Her little face was tense and there were no dimples on her cheeks.
Where is she going with the quilt?
--
It was not difficult to find out about Song Jin's marriage. Before Song Jin returned home, her news had already been sent to the Fan Mansion.
Master Fan sat on the armchair and turned the ring on his finger: "You mean, her husband is a half-dead sickly person, and now he can only lie at home and can't go out?"
The housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "He must have been injured by bandits and hasn't recovered yet. I heard that his injury is serious."
"That's easy," Master Fan waved his hand nonchalantly, "He's half dead and suffering, so let's send two people to see him off."
The butler has followed Master Fan for many years, so he naturally understands what Master Fan means.
The butler nodded and replied, "Yes."
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Song Jin was a little unhappy today and she was not having a very happy day.
Her stall was smashed by Mr. Fan, and not only did she not get any compensation, she was even unable to deliver the pastries to Xiu Cui Lou.
Mr. Fan said that it was not possible to let her husband go to the Fan Mansion to get the money.
Not to mention that her husband didn't like to go out, she knew without thinking that if she went to the Fan Mansion, she might not be able to come back.
She couldn't let her husband enter that den of tigers and wolves!
The stall was destroyed, so she could just spend some money to repair it. At most she could find another job.
But if her husband was gone, where would she find someone who suited her heart?
Song Jin hid in the quilt, snot and tears flowing down.
She had been wanting to cry since this morning.
She said goodbye for a long time, and only burst into tears when she returned home and lay in her own bed.
Home is still the best! No one would care even if she cried like a fool.
It’s not that she is weak, it’s just that she is really not happy today, and she feels aggrieved and worried at the same time.
Her nose and tears felt sore, and she had to try very hard to control them from flowing down outside.
But it's okay.
Just cry for a while.
Even if Song Jin cried wildly, the sound did not reach Xie Qiao's ears.
Xie Qiao stopped writing only when the sun began to set and darkness spread.
He stood up from the square table, stretched his almost stiff body slightly, then turned around to light the candle.
The flickering candlelight gradually brightened in the darkness, and he suddenly saw the bed.
Originally there were two quilts placed next to each other, but now there is only one left.
Where is Song Jin holding the quilt?
He sat back at the square table and rubbed his eyebrows with his hands.
He didn't get a good rest in the past two days. When Song Jin fell asleep on the bed, he sat at the table. Even when Song Jin left during the day, he just took a short nap.
He has no habit of sleeping during the day.
His injuries had not fully healed to begin with, and he hadn't gotten enough rest in the past few days, so his body felt even more tired.
This can't go on any longer.
Xie Qiao frowned and decided that he would go and explain things to Song Jin later, and they would get along as brother and sister from now on.
This way, even if they sleep in the same room, it is not considered as overstepping the boundaries.
Tomorrow we can set up a small couch in the room for him to sleep on.
As Xie Qiao was thinking about it, he stood up and pushed the door open to go out, but he didn't expect that Fu Cang, who was supposed to be hiding in the dark, suddenly appeared.
Fu Cang is not a careless person, so he must have something wrong.
Xie Qiao asked: "What happened?"
Fu Cang whispered, "Sir, there was an assassination attempt just now, and he has been dealt with by my subordinates."
Xie Qiao frowned instantly: "Is he from the capital?"
Fu Cang shook his head: "No, I just went to investigate and found that this matter should be related to Miss Song."
Xie Qiao obviously didn't expect: "Song Jin? Who wants to kill her?"
"It's not to kill him, it's to kill you."
Fu Cang reported everything he had found out to Xie Qiao, but Xie Qiao's brows became deeper and deeper.
Xie Qiao had already guessed that Song Jin's looks and personality would attract many suitors and that she would have no shortage of marriage partners. However, he didn't expect that she was actually being targeted by those filthy people.
Yes, she was an orphan with no one to protect her here, so she was naturally very vulnerable, not to mention that the man was a local gentry bureaucrat.
Song Jin is now under his protection, and those people dare to target the Xie family!
Moreover, even if Song Jin was just an ordinary orphan, she should not be bullied in such a way that disregards the law.
Fu Cang looked at his own master in silence. His face remained expressionless, but Fu Cang knew that his master was truly angry.
"Sir, where is the Fan family?"
Xie Qiao's voice was steady, not allowing anyone to comment, and he gave a cold order: "Deal with the Fan family."
Fu Cang said: "Yes."
After Fu Cang received the order, he flew away in a few seconds.
Xie Qiao walked outside the big room, and then he vaguely heard the suppressed crying sounds from inside.
Xie Qiao's eyes were gloomy: It turned out that he was bullied outside today, so he came back so early.
The crying sound inside was faint. Xie Qiao originally disliked the sound of women crying, but now listening to that sound, she did not feel irritated, but inexplicably blocked in her heart, and wanted to tear the person who displeased her into pieces.
He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, his mood seemed normal.
He raised his hand and pushed the closed door open.
A cool breeze blew over instantly.
He stood in the windward place, listening to the crying of grievance.
Song Jin, who was hiding in her bed and crying so hard, didn't know someone came in. She was even a little tired from crying and was about to fall asleep.
Xie Qiao closed the door and the wind stopped, but wind still flowed in through the cracks in the collapsed wall, and the temperature of the entire house was the same as outside.
He walked to the middle of the room and looked around.
The simple room had closed doors and windows, and it was a little dim even during the day, not to mention that it was almost sunset.
There was a small ball curled up on the large and simple bed. The quilt was like a small mountain, and Song Jin was hiding inside it.
She was twitching, and the quilt was moving with her.
The emotions that he had just suppressed with great effort surged up again. He walked forward, stood in front of the quilt, and called out, "Song Jin."
The person under the quilt ignored him, but his crying gradually subsided.
Xie Qiao called out again: "Ajin, go back to sleep."
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