As soon as Dou Ming got off the car, he saw his grandmother standing outside the crowd.
Her grandmother was just as she remembered, wearing a lilac-colored silk jacket, her jet-black hair tied neatly into a bun, a silver lantern hairpin, and a pair of silver bracelets. She walked calmly around the wine-cup-thick plum tree in front of the ancestral hall steps, just as she had done many years ago when she woke up at a loss as to what to do, but when she looked up she saw her grandmother squatting leisurely in the field, watching the growth of melons and vegetables, and her heart immediately calmed down.
grandmother!
Dou Zhao's eyes were moist, but he tried hard not to shout out loud.
Grandfather and father were welcomed into the ancestral hall by her third uncle, and she was handed over to the care of Tuoniang and Yuzhan.
The six-year-old daughter of the third cousin ran over and pulled Tuoniang's trouser leg: "Fourth aunt, fourth aunt, let's go play cat-and-trap?"
In her previous life, she had little contact with her niece and she didn't even know her name.
Dou Zhao responded vaguely.
Tuoniang put her on the ground and she ran to her grandmother.
Should I call her Aunt Cui "Grandma" or "Grandma"?
Dou Zhao hesitated for a moment.
She wanted to call her grandmother, but was afraid that others might hear her and cause trouble for her grandmother.
The five-year-old daughter of my fifth cousin ran after me: "Fourth aunt, fourth aunt!"
When my grandmother heard the noise, she looked over and saw Dou Zhao with a curious look in his eyes.
She half-knelt down and smiled warmly: "You, you are Shougu?"
Dou Zhao nodded, tears streaming down his face.
The grandmother was stunned for a moment, then hurried forward to hug her: "Don't cry, don't cry!" She helped her wipe her tears. The silk coil on her fingertips scratched her a little, but she felt so at ease in her heart.
Yuzhan ran over, called out "Aunt Cui" with a somewhat uneasy look, and snatched Dou Zhao over, mumbling, "Seventh Master asked us to take good care of Fourth Miss..."
Dou Zhao was unhappy.
A bitter smile flashed across the grandmother's lips. Without saying anything, she took out a big red purse embroidered with a pair of orioles from her pocket and handed it to Dou Zhao: "Here's a snack for you!" With that, she turned around and left quickly.
"Grandma!" Dou Zhao called her hurriedly.
Her tall figure paused slightly, then without hesitation she went up a side alley and went to the backyard of the ancestral hall.
Yuzhan said hurriedly, "Miss Fourth, please keep your voice down. The old lady doesn't like Aunt Cui talking too much to Master Seven and you!"
Dou Zhao sneered, feeling deeply humiliated.
Since you don't like it, why did you give birth to my father with my grandmother...
She wanted to go find her grandmother, but her second cousin's little daughter held her back and wouldn't let go: "What good things did you get?" She was drooling as she said this.
The maid who followed her was very embarrassed, so she held her waist and walked towards the third cousin's wife. As she walked, she blushed and apologized for the third cousin's little daughter: "Fourth Miss, our little lady is just curious!"
Dou Zhao laughed, and the anger in his heart subsided a lot.
She opened her purse and found a small bag of longans inside.
My grandmother once said that the first time she had snacks was on the night she was brought into the Dou family. My grandfather and my stepmother were out entertaining guests, and the servants in the house had disappeared. She was sitting alone on the bed. Because she was afraid of having to go to the toilet on the way, she had not eaten or drunk anything since she got up. She was hungry and thirsty, but she didn't dare to move. She accidentally touched two longans on the bed, and without caring what they were, she bit the shells and hurriedly stuffed them into her mouth... So my grandmother always thought that longans were the most delicious thing in the world.
Whenever Dou Zhao was sick or fell down, her grandmother would give her some longan or dried longan to comfort her.
The purse still retained the warmth of my grandmother's body.
Had her grandmother prepared this purse long ago and been looking for an opportunity to give it to her?
Dou Zhao slowly peeled a longan and gently put it in his mouth.
Sweet and refreshing, it flows from the throat to the heart.
She struggled to get down from the arms of the hosta and ran to the flower hall in the backyard.
The women of the Dou family all gathered around the Second Lady to talk.
Dou Zhao immediately saw his grandmother sitting alone by the fire in the corner of the flower hall.
She threw a longan pit into the brazier.
A ball of flame burst out from the brazier with a "bang", which scared my grandmother. She couldn't help but look over.
Dou Zhao waved to her, turned around and ran to lie down under the holly tree behind the flower hall.
After a while, grandma came out and stood on the steps looking around.
Dou Zhao stood up.
The grandmother looked at her with an indulgent smile, shook her head helplessly, and walked over in two steps.
Dou Zhao asked her, "Are you my grandmother?"
Grandma squatted down and gently stroked her head: "No, I am your Aunt Cui."
Dou Zhao was heartbroken and tried hard not to let his tears fall: "Then can you let me go to the farm to play in a few days?"
Grandma's hands froze for a moment, and after a while she said, "The farm is full of dust, it's not fun."
"Then can I come to see you?" Dou Zhao said unwillingly.
"I have to go to the fields to work. If you come to see me, I won't have time to take you out to play." Grandmother rejected her again.
She threw herself into her grandmother's arms and hugged her grandmother's neck tightly.
Is this the price she paid for changing her fate?
In the previous life, the warmth they had shared with each other became only her memory from now on...
Dou Zhaogun's hot tears fell silently on his grandmother's shoulder.
Or did she take the initiative to live on the estate?
However, I have to resolve Wang Yingxue's issue before I go!
Dou Zhao was calculating in his mind.
The Spring Festival passed quickly.
Grandmother had someone send a sack of elm sprouts to Dou Zhao, saying that frying them with eggs could help clear away heat and moisten the lungs.
This was the first time my grandmother sent someone to deliver something to the Dou family in the city.
When my grandfather found out, he was furious: "Who asked her to send these? Throw them all away! Throw them away!"
Dou Zhao came hurriedly after receiving the letter, and saw the steward carrying the sack of elm money buds out of the second gate.
She walked over and hugged the bag of elm sprouts: "I want to eat scrambled eggs, I want to eat scrambled eggs."
The steward didn't dare not throw it away, nor did he dare to force Dou Zhao to leave.
Dou Zhao made a big fuss and alarmed Dou Shiying.
Dou Shiying pondered for a long time, then told the steward: "Send this bag of elm sprouts to the kitchen!"
The steward breathed a sigh of relief.
Dou Shiying carried Dou Zhao back to the study.
Dou Zhao thought her father would say something to her, but it turned out that her father was practicing calligraphy at his desk all day and didn't even have lunch.
Wang Yingxue carried Dou Ming over.
Dou Ming chuckled and tried to grab Dou Shiying's pen.
Dou Shiying smiled and held Dou Ming in his arms.
Wang Yingxue asked softly, "Seventh Master, are you worried about something? Do you want to talk to me?"
Dou Shiying was silent for a while, then whispered, "Nothing!"
Wang Yingxue did not ask further questions, and said with a smile: "I remember that Master Qi really liked the fried noodles I made. How about I go to the kitchen and make a bowl of fried noodles for Master Qi?"
"No need!" Dou Shiying said unhappily, "Dinner will be served soon."
"It will be ready soon!" Wang Yingxue did not allow her father to refuse. She smiled and told the wet nurse to take good care of Dou Ming, while she hurried to the kitchen.
Dou Zhao, who was practicing calligraphy in the study, curled his lips slightly.
Her father held Dou Mingmo in his arms and brought her to her: "Shou Gu, do you think my sister is pretty?"
"Not beautiful!" Dou Zhao said expressionlessly.
The father was stunned.
Dou Zhao asked his father with a stern face: "Is my sister as pretty as me?"
The father was stunned, then burst into laughter and said, "No, no. Our Shougu is the prettiest." He then handed Dou Zhao to the wet nurse beside him, pinched her little face, and said, "You have the same temper as your mother." After saying this, he sighed sadly as if he remembered something and said, "You practice your calligraphy well, I'll go out for a walk."
When Wang Yingxue came back with a bowl of noodles, smiling, she saw Dou Ming sleeping soundly in the arms of his wet nurse.
Wang Yingxue's face darkened slightly.
However, Dou Zhao felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Wang Yingxue has too many opportunities.
My father, like Wei Tingyu, is not very reliable in this matter.
If Wang Yingxue became pregnant with Dou Xiao at this time, her three-year mourning period for her mother would become a joke, and her marriage plans with the Zhu families would definitely be called off.
When the news of Wang Xingyi's reinstatement came, Wang Yingxue had the support of the Wang family, and the Dou family would naturally make some considerations - the Dou family had already had a rift with the Zhao family, and the uncle was only a seventh-rank county magistrate. Even if the Dou family did not agree to Wang Yingxue's promotion, the uncle would not thank the Dou family at all. But the Wang family was different. If the Dou family followed the trend and recognized Wang Yingxue, the Wang family would only be grateful to the Dou family, and the Dou family would also gain a powerful ally in the court.
It is clear what choice the Dou family will make.
Unless Wang Xingyi failed to be reinstated, or, Wang Xingyi was not reused after being reinstated!
Dou Zhao tried hard to recall what happened in his previous life.
Wang Xingyi's reinstatement was thanks to his teacher Zeng Yifen.
If Zeng Yifen had not recommended Wang Xingyi, Wang Xingyi would naturally have no chance.
But how can we stop Zeng Yifen?
Dou Zhao bit his nails.
She found that, not to mention that she was a child now, even if she was the wife of the Marquis of Jining, there would be no way!
Dou Zhao was very distressed.
She asked Dou Huanchang: "Do you know Zeng Yifen?"
Dou Huanchang thought for a long time, shook his head apologetically, and asked in confusion: "Why are you asking this person?"
"I heard from my father that he is very powerful, so I want to know who he is?"
"How about we go ask Zhi Ge'er?" Dou Huanchang said shyly, "He knows a lot of people, maybe he has heard of this person!"
Dou Zhao followed Dou Huanchang to Dongdou.
The adults just thought she was visiting.
The second lady, the eldest aunt, the third aunt, and the sixth aunt all rewarded her with many delicious foods.
Dou Huanchang took her to the study and asked the servant to call Dou Qijun.
Dou Qijun, wearing a coarse cloth short jacket, ran in with sweat all over his face.
Dou Huanchang was shocked: "What did you do again?"
Dou Qijun chuckled, picked up the kettle on the table, poured himself a glass of water and drank it all, then said, "Uncle Jiu, don't worry about what I'm doing. Just tell me what you want to talk to me about."
Dou Huanchang asked him, "Do you know Zeng Yifen?"
Dou Qijun's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you also know Zeng Yifen? He was my fifth great uncle's teacher. He was a very powerful man. He had gone through four dynasties and three ups and downs without falling! He was recruited into the palace by the emperor a few days ago and is now the prime minister. A new emperor appoints new ministers. This time my fifth great uncle has to move to another place..."
Dou Zhao smiled bitterly.
Wang Xingyi, I'm afraid you have to move away too!
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