bestfiction Chapter 270 Qian Jia Dalang
Chapter 270 Qian Jia Dalang
The Qian Mansion, which had been bustling all day, finally became quiet.
Mrs. Qian dragged her exhausted body back to the backyard. She did not return to her own room, but went to her eldest son's yard first. As soon as she entered the yard, Madam Zhou, who served her closely, came out to greet her.
"lady."
"Is the eldest master asleep?"
Nanny Zhou shook her head. "To answer Madam, not yet."
Mrs. Qian took a deep breath, put on a smile, walked to the door and knocked gently.
"Xiu'er, are you asleep? Can mother come in?"
There was no sound in the room.
Nanny Zhou sighed, "Madam, you've been tired all day. You should go back and rest today. It won't be too late to come back and see the eldest young master tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Qian tried hard to suppress her smile.
"Okay, Xiu'er, I'm leaving. I'll come see you tomorrow."
Mrs. Qian was about to leave when a suppressed cough suddenly came from inside the room. She subconsciously pushed open the door and strode inside.
"Xiu'er!"
There was only one lamp in the corner of the room, and the dim light could only illuminate a small area around it. The rest of the room was completely shrouded in darkness, and nothing could be seen clearly. There was also a strong smell of medicine and an indescribable dark and corrupt smell.
A suppressed and muffled cough came from a dark corner, and Mrs. Qian walked quickly over to the bed.
After getting used to the darkness in the room, Mrs. Qian saw her eldest son Qian Jinxiu leaning against the head of the bed.
His face was as pale as snow in the bitter cold of winter. His eyes, once as warm and smooth as jade, were now dim and lifeless, like the setting sun slowly fading into the endless darkness.
The moment he saw Mrs. Qian appear, Qian Jinxiu subconsciously turned his head away.
"Who let you in? Get out!"
The low roar made Mrs. Qian's round face tremble, and two lines of hot tears slid down.
"Xiu'er, I...I'm just worried about you..."
"Worried about me! The mansion is bustling with activity today, and you're all laughing and chatting in front. How could you still be worried about me? You've already forgotten about a useless person like me! My life is a disgrace to you, and you're still worried about me? What a joke! Get out! I don't want to see you!"
After saying that, Qian Jinxiu pushed Madam Qian away.
Mrs. Qian's tears flowed even more violently.
"Xiu'er, that's not the case. Mother is holding this Spring Festival banquet today because..."
"Tell me what to do! Do I need to care about this? Madam Zhou, send her out! I said, no one is allowed to enter this room!"
Nanny Zhou looked helpless as she helped Madam Qian up.
"Madam, please go back first."
After leaving the room, Mrs. Qian shed tears silently as she watched the last ray of sunlight in the sky being swallowed by darkness.
Five years ago, the two sons were out on a boat trip on the river when they encountered villains. The Qian family's boat was burned, and her youngest son, Qian Jinwen, was killed, his body falling into the river, leaving no trace. The eldest son, Qian Jinxiu, was hacked and seriously injured. Although his life was barely saved, he unfortunately injured his spine and became paralyzed from the waist down.
She sought out renowned doctors, but none could cure Xiu'er. He grew increasingly dejected. Not only was he the patient, but even she, as his mother, had almost given up on him. Until six months ago, when she overheard Pei Heng's story in a teahouse, she hadn't heard of him.
Everyone in Daqi knew that Pei Heng was completely paralyzed. But half a year ago, news broke that General Pei's injuries had healed, and not only that, he was back on his feet.
Mrs. Qian saw hope.
"Xiu'er, I've always told you not to be discouraged or give up. Look, General Pei's injuries were even worse than yours, and he recovered, didn't he? Don't worry, I'll go to Banshan Tea House tomorrow to find Madam Pei and ask her which doctor she hired and what medicine she used."
"You are my only son now. I will definitely heal you."
Nanny Zhou returned to the room and covered Qian Jinxiu with the quilt again.
"Sir, Madam is also concerned about you. Why are you doing this?"
Qian Jinxiu looked dejected.
"Mammy, I'm the one who killed Jinwen. It was me who insisted on going on the boat trip, but Jinwen just wanted to stay home and read. I even laughed at him, saying he'd become stupid from studying all the time. Haha, it turns out I was the stupid one. If I hadn't dragged him on the boat trip, how could he have died!"
As she spoke, hot tears fell down, making a big circle on the quilt.
Nanny Zhou sighed and wiped his tears.
"Sir, it's been so many years since the incident. Don't blame yourself anymore. If the young master knew you were like this, his spirit in heaven wouldn't be happy either."
Qian Jinxiu grabbed Madam Zhou and said with tears in his eyes:
"Mammy, how I wish it were me who died! Jinwen has been smart and good at studying since he was a child. Mother always said that he would pass the imperial examination one day and enter the officialdom like his uncle, bringing honor to the Qian family. Unlike me, who spends all day cockfighting and running errands, only causing trouble for Mother. I should be the one to die!"
Hearing the crying coming from inside the house, Mrs. Qian felt heartbroken.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, re-strengthened her faith and walked out of the yard.
The backyard of the Qian Mansion.
Huang Yiwen took the wages from the manager, counted out 20 coins again and secretly put them back into the manager's hand.
"Manager Qian, if something like this happens again in your house, remember to ask me for help."
The Qian family is holding a spring banquet today, and the kitchen is too busy. Huang Yiwen saw it when he was helping the vegetable farmers deliver vegetables, so he volunteered to stay and help.
Not only did he get a decent lunch today, but before leaving, the kitchen manager also gave him 100 coins as a labor fee.
Manager Qian was a chubby old man with a kind face. He smiled and squinted his eyes as he took the 20 coins and stuffed them back into his sleeves, saying repeatedly:
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
This young man is fair and handsome, has dexterous hands and feet and a sweet mouth, and most importantly, he is very worldly-wise and very likable.
Manager Qian was happy to give him some advice.
"Hey, there are some buns left in the kitchen. If you don't mind, you can take them back. At least it will be enough for a meal."
As he spoke, he took out a few vegetarian buns and stuffed them into Huang Yiwen's arms.
"No problem, no problem! Thank you, Manager Qian."
Huang Yiwen took the bun and thanked him happily.
Manager Qian looked at Huang Yiwen's receding back, squinting his eyes and smiling, shaking his head.
"Old Qian, don't you think this young man looks familiar?"
The cook beside her was drinking water from a teacup.
"Look familiar? Don't you think so? Are you attracted to her?" Manager Qian joked.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Hey, if our little master were still alive, he would probably be this old too."
As soon as the cook finished speaking, Manager Qian's face darkened.
"Are you done with your work? You have time to stand here and drink water!"
Manager Qian narrowed his eyes and sent the cook back to the kitchen to work.
"Young Master, how is it possible? The Qian family has searched the entire river for hundreds of miles, but they haven't found it. I'm afraid it must have drifted down the river into the sea. Besides, if the young master is still alive, how could he not come home?"
Huang Yiwen returned to the courtyard and took out a pottery jar.
There were a few copper coins scattered inside.
Huang Yiwen swayed, and laughed at himself as he listened to the ding-dong sound:
"Huang Yiwen, Huang Yiwen, if you don't make money, you'll starve to death. Others who traveled through time are either princesses or princesses, but what about you? You were so unlucky to be reborn as a poor guy, haha, and a man! All your skills are useless!"