Chapter 4
Wang Ying held the blade of grass in her hand and walked back with a heavy heart. If last night was not a dream, then did her experimental field come with her?
Although this is a bit unbelievable, he can even be resurrected from a dead body, so what's the point of talking about science?
Wang Ying tried silently repeating "experimental field" in her mind again, but there was no response. Could it be that she could only enter at specific times?
Let's try again tonight!
"Young Master." A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Wang Ying. She turned around and saw it was Uncle Chen, who was taking care of Chen Qingyan.
"You got up so early?"
"I'm old and can't sleep." The old man had a pretty good impression of Wang Ying. Yesterday, the Second Master's family came to beg for money, and it was thanks to the young master's help that they were able to get out of trouble, otherwise that scoundrel would have taken advantage of them again.
"Why are you standing here instead of going in, young master?"
"Ah, no, it's nothing." Wang Ying pushed open the door, and the two went in together.
Chen Qingyan was already awake inside the house. He glanced at Wang Ying with an unfriendly expression, then waved to Uncle Chen, signaling him to carry him to the back to use the outhouse.
After a while, he came back and started washing up, changing clothes, and tying his hair. After all that, he was panting and his face was pale.
Wang Ying thought to herself: Tsk, even when she's this sick, she's still quite particular.
My mother-in-law brought me breakfast: two bowls of millet porridge, a few gray steamed buns, and a small plate of pickled vegetables.
The reason it was called "gray flour" is because the flour milling technology was relatively backward in that era. The flour produced had too many impurities and was grayish-white, so the steamed buns made from it were not as white as those made today.
However, gray flour was a delicacy that ordinary people could not afford. In the original owner's memories, the Wang family could only eat bean cakes and bean rice, which would cause bloating if eaten too much. Gray flour could only be eaten during festivals.
Wang Ying ate three steamed buns and a bowl of porridge in one go. Looking at Chen Qingyan next to her, he hadn't even finished a bowl of porridge in half a day. He only drank some rice water and then waved his hand, refusing to eat anymore.
Uncle Chen said worriedly, "Young Master, please eat some more. How can you get better if you don't eat?"
"Bring me my book." Chen Qingyan was stubborn; if he said he wouldn't eat, he generally wouldn't eat another bite.
Uncle Chen sighed helplessly and turned to get a book from the bookshelf.
Wang Ying suddenly stood up, reached out and picked up the half-eaten bowl of porridge he had left, and walked to the bookshelf.
Chen Qingyan looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
"Do you still want some of this porridge?"
"I won't eat."
"If you don't eat, I'll feed you your book."
"?!" Chen Qingyan's eyes widened, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
Wang Ying took out the book "The Doctrine of the Mean" that she had been reading yesterday from the bookshelf, opened it, and poured the porridge onto it.
"Outrageous! Put the book down! Cough cough cough..."
Uncle Chen was dumbfounded, sweating profusely with anxiety, "Young Master, Young Master..."
Seeing that a whole book had been ruined, Chen Qingyan was so angry that her face turned ashen and she almost fainted. Wang Ying then took out a copy of the Analects from the bookshelf and asked, "Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat...I'll eat..."
"Uncle Chen, go and serve the young master some porridge."
"Ah? Oh!" Uncle Chen quickly took the bowl to ladle out the porridge, and soon brought back the steaming hot millet porridge. He watched Chen Qingyan drink it down mouthful by mouthful before finally letting go of the Analects.
Wang Ying wiped her hands with a handkerchief and said, "Look at me, I can eat quite a lot, can't I?"
Chen Qingyan, disregarding her anger, quickly instructed Uncle Chen to clean up the ruined book.
When Uncle Chen opened it, he discovered that the young master hadn't ruined the book at all. He had just used a trick, slipping a piece of white paper between the pages. The rice porridge hadn't stained the writing at all.
Enraged, Chen Qingyan pointed at Wang Ying and shouted, "Get out of here!"
"Tsk, you're making so much noise after you've eaten. If you don't eat next time, I'll really feed you with all your books."
"roll!"
Wang Ying laughed loudly and closed the door the instant he threw the bowl at her, leaving Chen Qingyan sulking angrily on the bed.
Uncle Chen stood to the side, wanting to laugh but not daring to. "If there's nothing else, this old servant will also go out."
Chen Qingyan waved his hand irritably, picked up a book but couldn't concentrate on reading it. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Wang Ying's smug and domineering appearance.
Damn it, I'll write the divorce papers right now, I'm definitely divorcing him!
*
Outside, Uncle Chen chuckled and said, "Young Master's method is truly effective; it's been a long time since the young master has eaten so much!"
"The method is a bit crude, but it's good that it gets him to eat more."
“That makes sense.” Uncle Chen picked up a broom and began sweeping the courtyard.
Wang Ying was puzzled. "I don't think he can't eat. Why does he only eat such a little bit each time we eat?"
Uncle Chen glanced back at the bedroom and lowered his voice, saying, "This is something we shouldn't gossip about, but since you two are married, there's nothing we can't say."
"Last autumn, the young master caught a cold, and his health deteriorated. By the end of the year, he was bedridden. Once, he ate something that upset his stomach..."
Despite Uncle Chen's careful attention, Chen Qingyan still urinated on the bed.
For a boy whose pride is stronger than life itself, this is a fatal blow.
His family comforted him, saying it wasn't a big deal, but Chen Qingyan still couldn't get over it. He didn't eat or drink for several days and was on the verge of death. It was only when Li threatened to kill herself that he finally ate something.
But since then, I've only eaten a little bit each time I eat, so that similar things won't happen again.
People need food to survive, and this can't go on forever. Suddenly, Wang Ying thought of something—a wheelchair.
This wheelchair is not the traditional large-wheeled wheelchair, but a small stroller similar to a baby stroller.
In her past life, her grandmother was old and had difficulty walking, so Wang Ying bought her a small wheeled stroller. She could push it around to buy groceries, and if she got tired, she could sit on it and rest for a while.
With this, Uncle Chen no longer needs to carry him to the outhouse, which should also make things much more convenient for Chen Qingyan.
"Uncle Chen, do you know a carpenter?"
"I know you. May I ask what item the young master wishes to obtain?"
"I want to make a small cart with wheels. I'll draw the specific design for you."
"Okay, just draw it and give it to me."
*
When Chen Sanlang came to the backyard, he saw his sister-in-law painting in the yard.
"Did you need something?"
"Mother, Mother said I should accompany you on your homecoming visit." The child was shy and blushed as soon as he spoke.
Wang Ying looked up. "What door are you going back to?"
Chen Sanlang scratched his head and said, "I just want to go back to your home for a visit."
Wang Ying then remembered the local custom that a woman should bring her new husband home for a visit the day after their wedding.
Chen Qingyan was too sick to accompany Wang Ying back, so Li Shi decided to have her third son accompany her.
"I'll go tell Madam that I won't be returning today."
Why don't you go back?
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you." Wang Ying dried the inkstone, took the finished drawing to Uncle Chen first, and then went to the main room.
When they arrived, Madam Li was instructing her maids to help pack their belongings for the homecoming.
This mother-in-law was quite generous; she prepared half a pig, four boxes of pastries, two bolts of coarse cloth, and one bolt of fine cloth, all of which were worth about four or five strings of cash.
Yesterday we were saying that even the landlord's family had no surplus grain, but it seems that even a starving camel is bigger than a horse.
"Ying'er, you've come at the right time. See if there's anything we need, and I'll have someone go and buy it."
"Mother, you don't need to prepare anything. I don't plan to go back."
Li was stunned. "How can that be? That's against etiquette."
Wang Ying stepped forward and looked at the things on the ground, saying, "My parents are even more shameless than my second uncle. They would sell their own son, let alone try to get married to a wealthy family."
Upon hearing this, Li immediately understood and her face turned pale with fright. One Chen Biao was already enough of a headache for her; if another one came, she would never be able to live a normal life.
"Well, you decide what to do... You'll have to go back eventually."
Wang Ying thought for a moment and said, "I should go back. I don't need to bring anything. I can go back by myself."
The original owner suffered so much at home, and now that I've used his body, I should at least "repay" him.
"Let Uncle Chen take you there; go early and come back early."
"good."
The Chen family kept several mules, and in that era, mule carts were the daily mode of transportation for wealthy families.
Uncle Chen was an experienced driver and drove the cart very steadily. It took him two hours to reach Wangjiazhai Village. Wang Ying asked him to park the cart outside the village and went home by herself.
As Wang Ying approached the Wang family's gate, she looked at the courtyard, both unfamiliar and familiar, and a strange pang of sadness welled up in her heart.
In my memory, the original owner lived here for eighteen years, getting up earlier than the chickens and going to bed later than the dogs every day, serving the whole family but getting no good reward, and finally being forced to death by her parents for ten strings of cash.
Just thinking about it made him furious. He patted his chest and said, "Don't be sad, Xiao Wang Ying. I'll help you get justice." He then ruffled his hair, bent down, scooped up a clod of mud from the ground, smeared it on his face and clothes, and stormed in.
"Oh my god! I'm not going to live anymore~~~"
His voice was already loud, and he dragged it out, which startled the old lady Wang, who was feeding her grandson inside the house, so much that she almost dropped the bowl.
"Who's wailing outside?!"
Wang Ping ran in and said, "Second Brother is back!"
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