Chapter 3 Leaving the Marquisate
Just think of it as her accepting the reward on behalf of the original owner for the shameless pursuit and relentless engagement when she was young.
Lu Mingchao prepared himself mentally in an instant.
Never make it hard on yourself, examine yourself three times, and you will know that you are not wrong.
Then I packed some commonly used items and changed into light, soft and comfortable clothes.
Flowing wide sleeves are only suitable for the rich.
He opened the door, carrying a package on his back and looking pale.
hiss……
The wind was bitingly cold.
She was shivering from the cold.
Lu Mingchao slammed the door shut, took out a thick fur coat from the box and put it on.
In this weather, it's a torture to rush.
Standing under the eaves again, Nanny Wang, who was the servant of Marquis Yongning's wife, came late with 100 taels of silver.
"Ming Dynasty girl."
Nanny Wang looked at Lu Mingchao with pity and her voice was kind.
A small face the size of a palm, long and thick eyelashes, and big watery eyes.
At first glance, it looks like a fairy from a picture book.
Everyone in the capital city knows that Lu Mingchao of Yongning Marquis's Mansion has a good face.
With a good family background and a good marriage, you are destined to live a blessed life.
But now...
"I should have sent it to the girl earlier, but thinking about her whereabouts, I took the initiative to exchange part of it for some loose change."
"The girl is innocent and naive, and she has not experienced much in the world and does not know how treacherous people are, but she should always be on guard against others."
"This money is the foundation of a girl's life. You must not let anyone cheat you out of it."
"That family is waiting outside the corner gate. I have checked them out for you and they don't look like evil people."
"I, the old servant, wish you peace and happiness for all your life."
Nanny Wang was an old lady beside the wife of Marquis Yongning. She had never married and had watched the original owner grow up.
As the farewell was approaching, Nanny Wang was full of reluctance.
Lu Mingchao lowered his eyes. Nanny Wang's kindness did not seem fake.
Thinking of this, he took the purse and put it into the package with great care, but in fact he put it into the space supermarket.
"Miss, remember to take the powder with you?"
"The scar on the forehead cannot be ignored. Leaving a scar on my daughter is a big deal."
Nanny Wang was still nagging and giving instructions.
It seemed that as long as she didn't stop talking, the little girl she had raised would still be a noble lady in the Yongning Marquis's Mansion.
"Mammy, take care of yourself too."
Lu Mingchao bowed to Nanny Wang and said goodbye softly.
Nanny Wang looked at the thin figure in the cold wind, her eyes finally reddened, and she hurriedly chased after her, whispering, "Girl, if life in the countryside is really hard, come back."
"I will support you."
Lu Mingchao paused, feeling really sad about leaving, and his nose felt sore.
"Mammy, I will take good care of myself tomorrow."
Based on Nanny Wang's monthly salary and occasional bonuses, the family can indeed afford to add another person.
Even if you can't live a life of luxury, at least you have enough food and clothing.
But Nanny Wang relies on the wife of Marquis Yongning for her livelihood.
The wife of Marquis Yongning is the master, and the indenture in her hand is the lifeblood of Nanny Wang.
When these words reached the ears of the wife of Marquis Yongning, she was inevitably scolded and beaten.
If she was really taken in, Nanny Wang would be in danger.
The servants of the Yongning Marquis's mansion always went in and out through the corner gate to do their shopping.
At this time, two farmers were standing outside the corner gate.
The cotton-padded jacket on his body was thin and old. The cold wind was howling and he shivered constantly, looking towards the corner gate from time to time.
"Dad, are we going to wait for anyone to come?"
The relatively young Zhuang Jiahan put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the increasingly dark sky, and asked with a trembling voice.
The other one had a hunched body from years of heavy work, and his face was full of the marks of years of hardship and life.
Absentmindedly stroking the thick cord in his palm, he let out a long sigh, which then turned into a wisp of white mist, as if he was regretful and relieved. "Da Lang, the maid in the marquis's mansion is dressed more exquisitely than the most arrogant scholar's wife in our village. It's natural that she doesn't want to leave."
"Dad no longer hopes to take her away. He just hopes to hear that she is okay."
"I don't know if she's awake yet."
"Leizi, we'll leave as soon as we get any news."
"But you can't just bang your head against the wall and commit suicide." The young man named Lei Zi stomped his feet in frustration.
Lu Mingchao leaned against the wall inside the corner gate, and the conversation between father and son was blown into her ears by the wind.
After thinking for a moment, he came up with a plan.
It doesn't seem like it's difficult to get along with them.
With a slight sigh of relief, Lu Mingchao stepped over the threshold.
Two or three stone steps apart, the worried father and son froze in place for a moment.
In just a moment, the father and son confirmed Lu Mingchao's identity based on his familiar features.
"Dad, my sister looks so much like my mom."
Blood ties are so strange.
The hunchbacked middle-aged farmer pinched the corner of his clothes nervously, licked his lips, and opened and closed his mouth several times, but his throat seemed to be blocked by water-soaked cotton and he could not make a sound for a long time.
Finally, Lu Mingchao couldn't stand the cold anymore and took the initiative to speak, "Dad, brother."
"I will go back with you."
The middle-aged farmer's eyes instantly turned red. He turned his back and wiped them with his sleeves.
"You, you suffered."
"This is your eldest brother, Lu Lei. An old scholar in the village said that his name comes from the phrase 'open and aboveboard'."
The father and son looked at the scarlet blood seeping out of the thin cloth wrapped around Lu Mingchao's forehead, and they were both a little at a loss.
"It's cold, and you still have a wound on your forehead, so don't hurry."
"Let's go to the clinic and find a doctor to take a good look at us, then stay in the inn for a few nights, and then think of a way to get home."
The voice was stumbling, clumsy yet sincere.
"Dad, the wound on your forehead has been treated. It will be fine if you change the bandage on time. You don't need to waste that money anymore." Lu Mingchao explained hurriedly.
Once you see the doctor, won’t you be helped?
There was not a single scratch on his forehead, only a plum blossom mark.
"Really not necessary?" Father Lu was worried, but he didn't dare to make a firm decision, so he asked cautiously.
Lu Mingchao nodded, "Really not necessary."
Lu Lei is more open than his taciturn father Lu. When he saw the similar face, he was embarrassed for a moment and then quickly became familiar with the man.
"Chao Chao, can I call you Chao Chao?"
Lu Mingchao: ...
Does this really require her to answer?
Facing Lu Lei's bright and stubborn eyes, Lu Mingchao knew that she had to answer.
"As long as my brother likes it."
The sky was dark and the wind was getting stronger. The cold air was coming from all directions and could even penetrate thick cloaks.
Lu Mingchao shuddered suddenly, pulled his cloak closer, blinked his big eyes and silently asked his father and elder brother who had just come out of the oven.
Is it really okay to stand in the wind and chat on a cold day?
Father Lu looked at Lu Mingchao's pale face and felt distressed for a moment, "If you don't see the doctor, you won't leave today."
"Let's find an inn to stay overnight."
This time, we are not seeking Lu Mingchao's opinion.
In the inn, Lu Mingchao was the only one living in the clean and warm guest room.
Mr. Lu and Lu Lei refused to live there at all, and spent a few copper coins to discuss with the shopkeeper to live in the woodshed.
Lu Mingchao was also helpless.
Countryside Engagement