She lay down on the bed and continued to watch the two children working outside through the window. A sour feeling kept spreading in her heart. She wished she had a spring of spiritual water. If she had one, she could drink a few sips and her injuries would be healed. She wouldn't need the children to support her.
"No, no, it's too tiring. Little girl, can I ask my brother to come and help me wash the cold noodles?" Gouhua squatted on the ground, feeling resistant to the task of washing cold noodles.
Is that okay? Little girl doesn't know!
Su Jiaoniang's voice came from inside the house: "Okay!"
Absolutely! She's injured and can't work at all right now. But just because she can't work doesn't mean her children have to take over. Asking for help is perfectly fine. Gouhua is simple-minded, or rather, all of Zhang the blacksmith's children are simple-minded and wouldn't have any bad intentions. Why wouldn't she trust them?
Upon hearing Su Jiaoniang's words, Gouhua immediately called her two older brothers over.
With two strong hands, making cold noodles incredibly easy.
Xiao Ya mastered a crucial step: steaming the washed rice flour until it was evenly thin and of the best thickness, which resulted in a better texture.
After making the cold noodles, Su Jiaoniang took a look at them and was very satisfied with Zhang the blacksmith's son. He wasn't very quick-witted, but he was nimble and strong. Such a person might not achieve great things, but he would be able to support his family without any problems.
“Pick some out and send them to the Cai family’s backyard.”
Su Jiaoniang gave a brief overview of the people she was supposed to meet, and then Xiao Ya and the others headed towards the county town.
Gu Changsheng glanced at Su Jiaoniang. He had taken over the business of selling shaved ice by himself, but there was no one at home once he went out: "Auntie, are you sure you can manage by yourself? Maybe we should stop selling shaved ice today."
"Go ahead, it'll be fine." Su Jiaoniang chuckled. She wasn't the delicate Daiyu; getting injured was commonplace for her.
They don't need anyone to take care of them at all; they already have experience taking care of themselves.
Gu Changsheng glanced back a few times to make sure Su Jiaoniang was alright before carrying the large block of ice towards the county town. He was still a child and couldn't carry anything too heavy, so he had to take the village's oxcart, which cost him a few extra copper coins.
When he arrived at the school, Gu Changsheng flinched. He had never done anything like this before, and the words he was about to shout stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get them out.
I mustered up my courage and started shouting as soon as I saw students coming out.
The students were surprised to see Changsheng, who was bald, pale-faced, and chubby: "Are you the son of that beautiful woman who sold shaved ice before? Why isn't your mother here?"
"I... my mother is sick and can't come, so I'll take her place." Gu Changsheng blushed slightly.
He also wished he had a mother like Su Jiaoniang.
When danger arises, a mother can stand in front of you, blocking all danger and bloodshed, just like a high mountain or the sea, gentle and all-encompassing.
On ordinary days, you can pull his ear, scold him lightly or heavily, or use a meat hook to lure him to help him.
Life with family is so wonderful! (Secretly speaking, that's his mother, so it should be fine, right?) Gu Changsheng guiltily savored the stolen moment of warmth.
Cai Mansion.
Xiao Ya and Gou Hua knocked on the side gate, and Granny Tang, who was waiting inside, took the cold noodles from them. Seeing that all the people who came this time were children, she inquired about Su Jiao Niang's condition.
Upon learning that Su Jiaoniang was injured, it was revealed that the human traffickers who caused such a stir yesterday were investigated and apprehended by Su Jiaoniang.
Granny Tang felt even more favorably toward the children in front of her and stuffed a few pieces of pastry into their hands: "Take these and eat them. If I have time, I'll come visit you at your home."
"Thank you, Grandma Tang," the little girl said softly, then carried a small basket on her back and walked towards the dock.
As soon as Granny Tang turned around, her breath caught in her throat. When she saw the person standing behind her, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees.
"grown ups!"
"Rise." The man, dressed in a dark-colored casual robe with a cloud-patterned belt and dark arrow-shaped sleeves, with faint gold threads shimmering among the patterns, stared at the child outside: "Who is that?"
"It's the child of that young woman who sold cold noodles before, he should be a little over three years old." Granny Tang didn't dare to lie and told her what she knew.
The man nodded and walked outside. His destination was Sweetwater Village.
As they left the Cai residence, two guards dressed in black appeared behind them.
"Master, the young master's whereabouts disappeared near Lucheng, but some traces were found on the mountain." The black-clad guard spoke coldly, handing the man a piece of blood-stained brocade.
The man touched and analyzed, his eyes growing colder, and his thin lips parted: "I want to see him alive or dead." After saying this, the group arrived at Sweetwater Village and stopped near the Lu family's residence.
The man's bodyguards went to inquire about the situation.
Hearing the knocking, the injured Lu Dashan covered his face and came out. When he saw the guards dressed in black with cold expressions, he shuddered and said, "Who are you? What do you want? I really didn't know those people were human traffickers. I just thought they wanted to adopt a child!"
As soon as Lu Dashan spoke, the muscles in his face twitched, and the pain spread instantly, making his speech halting.
The guard in black frowned and sized up Lu Dashan: "I am a member of the Su family. This is the Lu family, right? When did Su die, and where is her grave?"
"..." Lu Dashan felt pain all over his body when he heard the name Su Shi. He realized that the unfamiliar people were probably Su Jiaoniang. He wondered how many times they had gone through the trouble of searching for Su Jiaoniang. A surge of malice welled up in his heart. These people actually thought Su Jiaoniang was dead.
Would he tell this person the truth?
Graves? There are many graves in the wilderness. Su's graves are hard to find, but his younger brother's cenotaph can be found. Anyway, Su's graves are the same as Lu Wujiu's: "The graves closest to the edge of the mountain at the east end of the village are Su's graves!" After Lu Dashan finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.
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