Chapter 20: mentally strong yu zhi
Chapter 20 The Psychologically Strong Yu Zhi
"Why is it that every time I meet you, you are either being beaten or being chased and beaten?" Yu Zhi looked at Mu Mu, she had no other intentions, just feeling emotional.
She met him five times outside, and it happened every time. Isn't this too coincidental?
"When you didn't meet me, I was often beaten." On the wooden face, there was no anger from unfair encounters, but some vicissitudes and numbness that did not match his age.
"That's pathetic!" No wonder he was always wounded.
Yu Zhi said pity on his lips, but there was no trace of pity in his tone. She took a look at the surroundings, and found that this was actually a kennel built with rotten boards at the end of the alley.
Well, it’s actually bigger than a kennel, but it’s not that big. After all, the alley has a little space?
It's hard to imagine how such a big kennel can accommodate five children.
"Where's your little friend?" Yu Zhi asked.
"Going out to eat."
"Can you eat enough?"
"Sometimes you can, sometimes you can't." Mu Mu was telling the truth, "Most of the time you can't." They are too small, even if someone sees them pity them and give some food, they will be snatched away by other big beggars. They cannot resist yet, they will be beaten.
"It's hard to be hungry."
Looking at the woman sitting on the ground, Mu Mu felt incredible. She is so rich, how could she know what it's like to be hungry?
"Aren't you going back?" Mu Mu felt that Miss Yu was a bit strange. The clothes on her body must be very valuable, but she sat on the ground indifferently.
He is just a little beggar. She talks to him every time she sees him, and she doesn't dislike his dirty body.
"Don't worry, let's talk later." Yu Zhi pulled the grass in the crevices of the stone, tearing it to pieces.
"Don't you think it's dirty?" Mu Mu couldn't help asking.
"What's the matter? Young man, you are still young, so you don't understand." Yu Zhi looked through the vicissitudes of the world, "Who is more noble than who is born as a human being? In life, eating and drinking are two words. No matter how noble you are, it is impossible to have Two stomachs? They were buried in the soil as if they were dead, taking up such a large space."
Yu Zhi gestured with his hands, "A hundred years later, there will be a pile of bones, and maybe you won't be able to tell which pile is yourself."
"No, people are born with high and low, otherwise why would we be beggars?" Mu Mu disagreed.
"I'm a beggar now, will I be a beggar all my life? Not necessarily?" Yu Zhi glanced at him, "It's like me, my father and mother remarried, and I used to have enough food and clothing, but look at me now, the days Are you having a good time?"
Wood doesn't believe it, this Yu girl was born delicate, her face is as white as that steamed bun, she doesn't look like she has suffered hardships at all.
"Don't believe me? Why am I coaxing you? Look at my hand, the calluses from hard work haven't faded yet." Yu Zhi stretched out his hand to show him, "It's only been two years since I was born in the countryside. Doing farm work, going in the wind and rain, otherwise my strength can be so great?"
Wood thought that Ms. Yu could knock a strong man away with one punch, so she believed her a little bit. Seeing that she didn't care about the mess on the ground at all, maybe what she said was true?
Wood hesitated for a moment, "Then how do you live your life well?"
Yu Zhi is also willing to give him some advice, "You can learn some skills, such as being a medicine boy in a medical center. Even if they don't accept you, the capital is so big, there are always kind-hearted doctors, right? Teach you how to recognize some herbs, It’s also a job for you to dig herbs outside the city! After a while, you get to know the people in the medical center, so you’re worried about not being able to learn more?
"Thicker-skinned, sweeter-mouthed, and prettier when you smile, you're a child, what's there to be ashamed of? You can't live anymore, you hypocritical fart!"
"I'm eleven, not a child anymore." Mu Mu interjected.
"Eleven? Can't tell, I thought you were eight or nine years old." Yu Zhi was surprised, "Look, you are hungry, and you are not growing. So in the face of survival, face, dignity Yeah, it doesn't matter at all—”
Yu Zhi poured chicken soup into him, and then touched his stomach, "Hungry!" She said she was hungry.
wood—
Finally, Yu Zhi gave out the money and the wood ran errands. The two sat side by side on the ground and ate the big cake, which was wrapped with meat, and the two of them ate so much that their mouths were full of oil. Behind is the red sunset.
Finally, Yu Zhi also taught Mu Mu a set of boxing techniques, and Mu Mu learned them very seriously.
When she was leaving, Mu Mu shouted: "Thank you, Master."
Yu Zhi waved his hand, "Teach me casually, don't call me master."
Wood changed his words, "Thank you Miss Yu."
"Let's go." Yu Zhi didn't look back, just stretched out **** and dangled in the air, behind her was the brilliant clouds.
Wood looked at her back, and silently called Master in his heart. Even if she doesn't admit it, she is also his master.
Yu Zhi is simply flustered. She has been in the Daqing Dynasty for five months and has no relatives or friends.
Well, she's mentally strong and doesn't need family and friends. But she has so many things to say, she can't tell Jiang's mother, she can't talk to Cherry, and she can't talk to the benefactor, so she has to find someone to listen to her.
Wu'anhou Mansion.
"Father, are you looking for a son?" Wen Jiuxiao saluted expressionlessly.
Marquis Wu An held a knife in his hand. He was practicing against his second son before.
Although he is middle-aged, Marquis Wu An maintains a good figure and has not put on weight. He was known as a handsome man when he was young, and now after years of precipitation, he is still a charming and handsome uncle.
"Are you still busy with errands in the yamen?"
"Fine."
“Be humble in front of the leader, and get along with your colleagues in harmony, but you must also be careful.”
"Thank you father for teaching."
Marquis of Wu'an——
The third son won the first prize at a young age, climbed to the position of Shaoqing in Dali Temple, and earned him enough face.
Originally, he wanted to be a loving father for a while longer, but he couldn't care about the third son's temper anymore.
"For my father, I remember that you have a picture of a lady who painted Sheng Jiangxun in the previous dynasty. Your second brother is useful, so you find it and give it to him."
Wen Jiuxiao thought to himself: How could my father remember what he had, it was clearly the second brother who remembered it. Glancing at the second child who was practicing knives not far away, a sneer flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that he was silent, thinking he was reluctant, Marquis Wu An said: "We are all one family, so it is useless for you to keep the painting. Your second brother has a serious use, so you can give it to him first."
Wen Jiuxiao, "It's gone."
"It's gone? Why is it gone?" Marquis Wu An frowned, thinking that he was unwilling to give it, and he was very unhappy, which inevitably showed on his face.
"Give it to someone else." Wen Jiuxiao said calmly.
Marquis Wu An couldn't help raising his voice, "Give it to someone else? To whom? Such a good painting, how can you just give it to someone else? Your second brother is very useful, you—"
"Give it to Big Brother."
"What? Here—" Marquis Wu An was like a duck being choked, his voice stopped abruptly, and he said uncomfortably after a while: "I gave it to your elder brother, you should have said it earlier."
Oh, this is venting anger.
Wen Jiuxiao's expression remained unchanged, "It's not too late."
Marquis of Wu'an——
This poor boy can choke a person to death when he speaks.
"You gave birth to your hand, let's practice with my father." Marquis Wu An sullenly thought about teaching this ignorant son a lesson.
The idea is good, but reality taught him to be a man. He, a military general trained by Habayashi Wei every day, is not as good as the youngest, a civil servant. I couldn't help but my old face was hot, "No more practice, no more practice."
Wen Jiuxiao didn't leave, but went straight to Wen Chengyao with a knife in his hand, "Second brother, let's compete."
It is said to be a discussion, but it cannot be refused.
Wen Chengyao, who was kicked out of the shelves, had no choice but to bite the bullet and did so—naturally, he was tortured terribly by Wen Jiuxiao.
Wen Jiuxiao inserted the knife back into the weapon rack, not caring about his old father's livid face, and walked away.
He is used to using a sword, and it is not very smooth to use a knife, but it still does not prevent him from cleaning up his second child.
It's good to clean up, so that he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and yells all day long that he is the only one who can inherit the mantle of the old man, and embarrass the mansion.
Thank you Luo Ning'er for the 2 evaluation tickets, thank Hebi Pearl for the flowers, and thank you two little fairies!
(end of this chapter)