Chapter 8: The Troubles
Hongxing and Zhuangzi spent a lot of time going back and forth. When they returned to Yunfengzhai, they saw Zhang Ma standing in the door, looking at them with a half-smile.
"Mother Zhang, we brought the breakfast back." Hongxing said with a smile.
She always smiles when facing Zhang's mother, and there is no obvious disrespect in her words.
Ma Zhang opened the food box with her own hands and threw the lid back with a groan: "I took it back after it was cool and breathable. You are really capable!"
"Don't be angry, Mom Zhang, I didn't mean it. Our place is remote, and the people in the kitchen were busy preparing breakfast for the master, and no one paid attention to me. So I waited a little longer." Hongxing had already thought of an excuse. .
These days, she has repeatedly used excuses to deal with her, thinking that Zhang Ma can't do anything to her.
"Oh, you can't walk faster in remote areas?! How big is the courtyard in this mansion? Did you turn into maggots and crawl there? Besides, if you are afraid of walking too hard, you should go there earlier." Zhang's mother didn't buy her account, "It's not like there are so many guests at home that we can't entertain them. There are only a few masters in total, and they still have to make these scraps?!"
"How do I know? ?" Hongxing said aggrievedly, "They just ignored me and told me they were busy. I didn't know what kind of breakfast was prepared for Madam and Fourth Young Master, and I didn't dare... nor did I dare to move." br>
“You’re still aggrieved!” Zhang’s mother’s eyes were gloomy, “Just asking you to get breakfast and being so nervous, does that mean the lady can’t control you anymore?”
"When the food is cold, I'll just go to the kitchen and ask them to heat it up. I'm not afraid of running too fast." Hongxing choked, "Mom, don't hold me down with your big hat. A little girl like me can't bear it. Control me." With these two legs, I have to walk step by step, and my mother didn’t give me wings!”
Of course Hongxing knew that Zhang’s mother was a shrew, but so what? Isn't she also a servant?
Meixiang worships all slaves, not to mention that the lady behind her is just a clay bodhisattva, so what is there to be afraid of?
It's not a big deal if they make a noise, it just lets everyone know how unruly and rogue their master and servant are and how they are not respected by others.
"Hey, you are a little wife!" Zhang Ma raised her hand and slapped her in the mouth, slapping her hard, "Your mother didn't give you wings, but she gave you one. Open your mouth! Don't talk to me here. Your grandma has a sharp eye, and I have already seen through your paintings.
If you don't take good care of your wife and young master, is there any reason for you? Tell you, stop being evil as soon as possible! If you are not afraid that I will put you to death, just keep doing it! ”
Hongxing fell to the ground after being beaten by her, her face was in burning pain, and her whole body was stunned.
Zhongzi, Gao Ma and Aunt Tian were all frightened.
They knew that Zhang Ma was fierce, but they didn’t expect that she could be so violent. She was just a crazy woman!
After Hongxing regained consciousness, she started to cry loudly and kept shouting. He thought he was dying: "Why do you hit me? ! You didn't buy me with money! If you have the ability, you can ask someone to come and sell me, and then I can buy an obedient one and let you do whatever you want! ”
There is a commotion here, and someone has already gone to Song's side to spread the word.
"Little madam, what are you talking about? In a few days, Zhang Ma's old firecrackers are going to blow up." Mrs. Yang looked like she had succeeded in her conspiracy, "Just tell them to make a fuss. The bigger the better! Everyone in the capital knows what kind of person our second wife is."
"Go and have a look!" Ms. Song stood up and said. After all, it’s me who is in charge of the family now, it’s so unbecoming, it’s my fault.”
When Mrs. Song came to Yunfengzhai, she saw Hongxing crying and looking for life. .
When Mrs. Yang saw this situation, she asked, "What's going on?" After hearing this, Hongxing felt like she was enlightened. She ran over crying and complained: "Mother Yang, I can't live anymore!"
"What's the fuss about? Let's talk to each other! Has there ever been such an embarrassing commotion in our house?" Mrs. Yang began to play tricks on her, "What's wrong with your face?"
"It was Zhang's mother who beat me!" Hongxing cried. "She sent me to the kitchen to get breakfast because she thought I was late. I didn't mean it. It was because the road was a bit far and the kitchen was too busy. < br>
She said angrily that I was being negligent, and I had to say a few words of apology, so she slapped me in the face, called me a spoiled brat, and said she was going to put me to death. It is indeed a slave bought by the government, but the laws of the country clearly state that even slaves are not allowed to be killed at will, let alone what kind of master is she?
To take a step back, even if I don't do well, it doesn't matter if you hit me or scold me. Why bother to humiliate me by saying such ugly words? I am a slave, but I am still a human being.
Nothing else, I still have some toughness, and I am not a prostitute in a brothel, so I have no dignity at all.
Besides, even if she is older, it doesn’t matter if she accuses me of something. But it’s not the fault of carrying a gun and a stick like this, so I don’t know whether to scold me or whom. "
"Okay, don't cry. It's so ugly to be like this. Mrs. Song finally spoke, "Mother Zhang is old and she is in front of my wife. She will say something to you when she says something to you. If you do something wrong, you will correct it and if you don't, you will encourage me. Why do you have to argue with her?" Woolen cloth? It was even more noisy and made the lady unclean. "
As he spoke, he walked up to greet Wen Mingqian: "I have been ill these past few days, so I was really negligent in not being able to come here to pay my respects to Madam. ”
"You should take a good rest when you are sick," Wen Mingqian was also very concerned about her, "I also wanted to visit you, but I thought you are the most disciplined person. If I go, I will definitely make you uneasy, so I still call you It’s best for you to have children.”
“Thank you, Madam, for your understanding. This girl is not sensible. I will take her back and teach her a lesson, and I will make an obedient one later.” Mrs. Song said.
"Of course you want to save me some worries, but today's matter should be settled on the spot." Wen Mingqian understated it, but did not allow it to be criticized, "Since the quarrel has already started, we must argue, after all. There are no big or small matters."
"What Madam said makes sense, so let's deal with it here!" Of course, Mrs. Song would not directly refute Wen Mingqian, after all, she wanted to maintain her virtuous reputation.
Because she knows how important this thing is to her. Although the name is false, the world just values this thing.
And the more status a person has, the more so.
She is not willing to be a concubine, so she must protect her reputation.
"Hongxing, don't cry. Come over and explain the matter clearly to Mother Zhang." Mrs. Yang is very good at watching the heat.
At this time, the inside and outside of Yunfengzhai were crowded with servants watching the excitement. The stage was set up, shouldn't it be time to sing?
Hongxing covered half of her swollen face and walked over aggrievedly.
But Zhang Ma still looked fearless, and did not take Song and others seriously at all.
(End of this chapter)