Su Jiaoniang was not someone who liked to run away.
She glanced into the kitchen, where the medicine she had prepared for Old Scholar Su was ready.
She carried it to Old Su's room.
Xiao Ya was playing with the old man when Su Jiao Niang shooed her away, handed the medicine to Old Su Xiu Cai, and after he finished taking it, she took his pulse.
She doesn't know much about medicine, nor has she done any research.
Only when he felt that Old Scholar Su's pulse was stable did he feel at ease.
"Have you already discovered it?" Su Jiaoniang asked softly, her mind filled with countless thoughts despite her usual straightforwardness.
If he believes she is a ghost who has possessed his daughter's body.
What should she do?
How should we deal with this?
She didn't want to die. This body was only clinging to life because it had accepted the original owner's mission; she hadn't come here by force.
She wants to live now.
If Old Scholar Su doesn't recognize her, she'll say he's gone mad.
...
"What did you say, girl? I can't hear you very well. I'm sleepy, go to sleep." Old Scholar Su chuckled intermittently. He turned his head to look at Su Jiaoniang, then slowly lay down and reached out to pull the quilt over himself.
Cover it up, head and all.
The old man under the blanket unconsciously shed tears.
He knew that the girl in front of him wanted to be honest with him.
but……
What can he do even if he finds out!
Does burning him alive mean his daughter will live?
After staying in the village for a few days, occasionally going out for walks, or asking questions of the little girl, he learned how difficult his daughter's life had been back then.
A gentle and mild-mannered person simply cannot support this family.
He has no other desires but to have this unknown person helping to take care of his grandchildren.
If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being incompetent.
He had no money, yet he still tried to live like the wealthy, getting all sorts of rich people's diseases. That's why his daughter chose that family. Originally, he thought the Lu family had a bad reputation, but Lu Laosan was alright.
Who knew that on their wedding night, he would be dragged away to the battlefield.
If you're unlucky, who can you blame?
The old scholar Su sighed deeply from under the covers.
Close your eyes.
Su Jiaoniang came out of the house with a slightly confused look on her face.
The little girl grabbed her hand: "Mommy, can we eat the persimmons now?"
"It's edible." Su Jiaoniang opened the wooden bucket, revealing bright red persimmons covered with a white frost, which looked quite beautiful.
I tore off a small piece and put it in the little girl's mouth: "Is it delicious?"
The little girl nodded.
Staring at the red persimmons, she said, "Mommy, it's delicious."
"It's delicious, that's all that matters." Su Jiaoniang exhaled, then met Lu Wujiu's questioning gaze. She paused for a moment, then asked, "What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing, just give me one." Lu Wujiu held out his hand.
He stared at the dried persimmons, his eyes filled with an inscrutable emotion.
When you catch a persimmon, put it in your mouth. It's soft yet chewy, sweet, and covered with a white, flour-like coating.
Is she a goddess or a monster?
Looking behind Su Jiaoniang, there was no fox tail.
Night was falling.
Zhao Han appeared in the courtyard and placed a stack of books in Lu Wujiu's hands: "Your Highness, why did you decide to read these supernatural tales? They are all products of useless scholars' eroticism. Reading them will make your eyes feel disgusted."
"Just take a look around and see why the little girl's business in the county town is being suppressed. Go check it out at the Cai family's place."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Zhao Han shook his head. He was a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and now what kind of work was he doing?
Forget it, listening to the prince is definitely the right thing to do.
Lu Wujiu returned to his room and picked up the storybook to read.
Realgar can make the snake spirit reveal its true form.
The fox spirit likes to eat chicken.
Ghosts and monsters fear black dog blood.
After taking notes, Lu Wujiu tossed the storybook aside and didn't continue reading.
These words could naturally tell a good story.
The scholar, while entangled in a passionate love affair with the demons, used the money they provided to indulge in debauchery, gain official positions and wealth, marry and have children. Once his life was happy and his career was successful, the fox spirits and monsters had to wisely leave.
Otherwise, you will die.
The Taoist priest will skin you alive.
They will die a terrible death.
These psychological states probably resonate strongly with those unsuccessful, lower-class scholars.
It's no wonder that people who fail the imperial examinations would enjoy such stories; every stroke of the pen is filled with tales of heartlessness and ingratitude.
Each stroke vividly depicts the woman's tragic life.
The next day at dawn.
Lu Wujiu led Xiaoya toward the county town.
"Godfather, this is where Xiaoya buys grain. Before, flour was four coins a pound, but now it's six coins. And oil is so expensive too."
"What are you looking at? If you don't want it, don't buy it. If you don't have money to do business, don't try to open a shop. Get out of the way."
The young shop assistant in the grain and oil shop saw Xiaoya and looked at her with disdain. His mocking and condescending attitude immediately made Xiaoya stand up straight: "Godfather, let's not look anymore. Let's go somewhere else to buy. You look down on people. Your business will only get worse and worse in the future. You'll have to close down sooner or later."
"Alright, let's go to another shop." Lu Wujiu picked up the wronged little girl.
Seeing the child with his head down, looking pitiful, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Other shops have also raised their prices, and there's nowhere to buy materials anymore."
"Godfather will take you to a cheap shop."
Lu Wujiu chuckled and carried the little girl into Chen Jing's shop.
Chen Jing originally dared not disobey the Cai family's orders, but Lu Wujiu knew Chen Jing's weaknesses and what he cared about most.
Lu Wujiu looked down at Xiaoya and said, "Tell him who your brother is."
The little girl puffed out her chest and looked at Chen Jing: "My lord is Lu Futu."
"..." Chen Jing touched the sachet hanging from his waist. Inside were black pills. Was Lu Futu the same Lu Futu?
Lu Wujiu said softly, "If you have any doubts, just come to the ordinary Dali."
Chen Jing chuckled and led the person to the backyard.
They were served delicious food and drinks, and at the same time, they didn't forget to have someone invite Chang Dali over.
Even brothers have their squabbles; what if the siblings don't get along?
When Chang Dali arrived, he hid behind the screen. The moment he saw Xiao Ya, his eyes lit up.
While the water was being released, Chen Jing confirmed with Chang Dali Xiao Ya's background and her relationship with Fu Tu, and finally sold rice to Xiao Ya at a low price.
As long as the little god of wealth gives him more black medicine later, he won't lose money today.
The little girl left the shop with a smile.
He looked up at Lu Wujiu and said, "Godfather, you're really amazing!"
"Remove the 'dry' part." Lu Wujiu frowned.
The little girl glared at him, then suddenly covered her mouth and giggled, "Then Daddy, good luck!"
Whether it's a godfather or a stepfather, Xiaoya doesn't care.
Lu Wujiu shook his head, wondering how he should cheer himself on.
He bought a black dog from the county town and also asked for some realgar...
It's necessary to be honest about your identity, but some things need to be tested first.
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