Yan Xuehuai grabbed Li Qiniang's wrist and ran in the strange alley. In February, the forsythia flowers had not yet withered, and the peach blossoms had bloomed buds, and the willow branches dyed with new green swayed in the wind. The mother and daughter stopped in front of a willow tree. In front of it was a road that could be in parallel. Looking behind, the Yan family did not catch up.

Yan Xuehuai gasped heavily, and Li Qiniang asked her with heartache: "Are you thirsty? Mom, go find some water."

Yan Xuehuai shook her head. In fact, she didn't go far. She just recovered from a serious illness, so she felt tired.

"There is a tea stall over there. Let's sit there for a while, and I'll comb your hair." Li Qiniang was wearing Zeng's old clothes, just like Yan Xuehuai guessed. Zeng said that she had lost a lot of things on the road, and the boxing of their mother and daughter was also in it.

The stall was set up an old woman with gray hair, her hair was combed in a slight tangle, and there was no wrinkle on her coarse cloth clothes. The tea stall was clean and spotless. She had no smile on her face. She didn't look like a businessman, but like an official sent to inspect in the yamen, and she was not a small official of the seventh or eighth rank. If she was a high-ranking official, she would be a big official.

The mother and daughter sat down at the tea stall. Li Qiniang ordered two bowls of tea, and asked for more empty bowls. She poured one of the bowls into the empty bowl and poured it back again. She poured it over and over again several times until the bowl of tea was no longer hot, and then she brought it to her daughter and watched her drink it sip.

The old woman glanced at her, curled her lips, and moved her eyes away.

There were three teenagers sitting in the stall, wearing blue cloth robes, like students from a college. When they saw the two women with disheveled hair on the next table, the three of them whispered, and their eyes kept aiming at each other, and they didn't chuckle or two when they chuckled.

The old woman coughed dryly and walked to the teenagers' tea table. She placed the big teapot on the table with a slight slam. She said in a rough voice: "Do you still add tea? If you don't add it, just leave! Look at what you can't learn well at a young age!"

This tea is not a waste, two cents a bowl.

Tea is not expensive, but what this old woman said is too ugly.

The young man was thin-skinned and relied on his identity as a scholar. The three of them blushed and ran away like they threw away the money.

Yan Xuehuai understood it and hurriedly said, "Mother-in-law, thank you."

The old woman snorted and said angrily: "What mother-in-law, we don't call this in the north, so you should avoid getting close to each other!"

Yan Xuehuai was criticized without any warning. She swallowed her saliva and quickly changed her words: "Grandma, I was wrong, don't care."

"Who is your grandma? I don't have a granddaughter like you in my family." The old woman said coldly.

Yan Xuehuai felt that she must have had a fight with the old lady. There was Mrs. Guo in front and an old lady in the tea stall behind. She could scold Mrs. Guo, but the old lady who set up the tea stall clearly helped her. Why should she argue with others?

Li Qiniang felt sorry for her daughter being criticized, but she was embarrassed to retort and said to the old woman politely: "Auntie, a child is young and can't speak. Don't be as good as her. I'll apologize to you for her."

The old woman ignored her, cleaned the tea table quickly, put the washed rag on the edge of the table, and didn't even give the corner of her eyes to the mother and daughter.

Li Qiniang used her fingers as a comb to straighten out Yan Xuehuai's messy hair. Yan Xuehuai took out the silver hairpin from her previous one and handed it to Li Qiniang. Li Qiniang felt sad. This valuable hairpin, along with the old clothes, was everything to her daughter.

The fourteen-year-old girl was in love with beauty, and her daughter didn't even have a good-looking headband.

Yan Xuehuai remembered an important thing, and she slapped her head and said regretfully: "I forgot to ask for money!"

Yan Jingwen is in hand, so they can run out of the Yan family, and of course they can also pay money, but she just forgot about this!

Li Qiniang looked around and saw that the old woman was facing away from them and there were no other guests around. Li Qiniang patted her daughter's hand and lowered her voice and said, "Don't worry, I have money."

Yan Xuehuai was stunned. She looked at Li Qiniang up and down, but she didn't look like she was hiding silver.

Seeing that his daughter was puzzled, Li Qiniang explained: "It's a silver note, there are 100 taels, which we haven't used up on the road."

After finding that he was targeted by a thief on the road, Li Qiniang secretly sewed the last two fifty taels of silver into cotton shoes, leaving only some scattered silver on her body. After returning to the Yan family, although she had changed her clothes, the shoes were still the same pair they wore on the road.

Yan Xuehuai breathed a sigh of relief. She heard that silver in ancient times was very valuable, and ten taels of silver was enough for a family of snacks for a year.

One hundred taels, wouldn’t that be enough for them to wear clothes for ten years?

"My grandma, let's find a house to live first. It's getting late, so we can't sleep on the side of the road." Yan Xuehuai shook her head just now, and two lyrics popped up in her head--

I dare to ask where the road is, the road is at my feet!

She was a little funny. Is she going to hang out on the street again?

She grew up in an orphanage in her previous life. She had no memories before she was eight years old. When she was thirteen, she went to the first grade in junior high school and accidentally got the first place in school. She was dragged into the woods by several girls. She was an orphan and she was not worthy of being a good student!

They took off all her clothes and asked her to lie on the ground and wagged her tail like a dog. When she got up again, she had a short branch in her hand. She used the short branch to poke a girl's eyes blinded.

After the girl's parents learned that she was an orphan and could not compensate her, they mobilized other parents to ask the school to expel her. She left the school and the orphanage herself.

In order to survive, she lived in a bridge hole and slept on benches, fought and stole things to bring goods to others. She was young and the police caught her and only criticized and educated her. She was the scum of society in everyone's eyes...

"Are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Seeing Yan Xuehuai's expression strange, Li Qiniang was startled and reached out to touch her forehead.

Yan Xuehuai's thoughts were interrupted. She smiled and shook her head. Li Qiniang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Are you hungry, are you cold?"

Yan Xuehuai reached out to hug Li Qiniang's arm. Those refugees wanted to bully her. Li Qiniang picked up the kitchen knife and fought for her. Apart from the person in her previous life, Li Qiniang was the best person to her...

The sky was blue and transparent, and the air mixed with the fragrance of flowers and trees rushed towards me. Yan Xuehuai felt refreshed and her mood became clear.

"My mother, I will support you in the future."

Li Qiniang held her daughter's weak and boneless little hand, and was both comforting and sad: "You are still young, my mother has the skills, so I can support you."

The old woman beside her looked here and snorted.

In the evening, the mother and daughter found a small inn and opened a room. The room was not big and clean. The only bad thing was that it was too expensive. A small room cost one tael of silver a day.

The shopkeeper wiped his beard and said slowly: "You still think that our place is still a flat city, it's not long ago. Now it's Xinjing, a capital city. Our small inn is full of people every day. If you didn't come by chance, a guest happened to check out, and you can't live in the house for only one tael of silver a day."

This is true. From the tea stall to the inn, Yan Xuehuai saw many refugees who were carrying their families and the elderly and young, curled up under the eaves of the house at the base of the wall, with nowhere to visit relatives and could not afford to stay in the inn.

Yan Xuehuai couldn't help but be glad that if Li Qiniang had not hidden a hundred taels of silver, the mother and daughter would have tonight make the sky and the ground make the bed, the grass and wood rolling curtains, and the stars and the moon.

In any case, the top priority to do tomorrow is to find a house!

In her previous life, she was a bachelor, and she could sleep in the bridge and bushes. She had my mother in this life, so of course she had to set up a nest first.

The mother and daughter are discussing finding a house. The three brothers of the Yan family in Luoguxiang brought the eldest son of the house, Yan Jingxiu, and did not come back drunk until the second update.

All the yamen in Xinjing have just set up stalls. There is chaos everywhere in the city. There is no curfew at night and there are refugees everywhere on the streets. Yan Zhaoshi, the second master of Yan, met several scholars who looked familiar. After asking, he was not only from his hometown but also from the same subject. When he met his old friends in a foreign land, he naturally had to sit in the restaurant.

The endless sorrow of homesickness and the endless ambitions of lofty ambitions, the guests sitting next to him came to toast when they heard the familiar accent of the countryside. The Duke of Ding was here, and Xinjing was worry-free. How could King Yu be the opponent of Duke of Ding? The Great Wei Dynasty was saved. And those who followed the footsteps of the saint came to Xinjing, the future was bright. Looking at the Ming Dynasty, the heroes and the heroes were all in this restaurant!

Among the three brothers of the Yan family, Master Yan has the least alcohol content but drinks the most. Yan Jingxiu helped him and stumbled into the east wing where he lived.

Seeing his mother, Sun, leaning against the pillow, with a small plaster on each temple, Yan Jingxiu asked, "My mother, what's wrong with you?"

Before Sun could speak, Yan Xuejiao, who was standing beside him, spoke first: "Isn't it that the second aunt and Yan Xuehuai were angry?"

Yan Jingxiu was stunned, and a bad idea flashed through his mind. He asked in a deep voice: "Second Aunt and Second Sister are back?"

"Yes, I'm back. These two stars of the Death Gate still have the face to come back." Yan Xuejiao cursed.

Yan Jingxiu's expression was gloomy. The mother and daughter were not dead?

How is that possible?

How could Li Qiniang and Yan Xuehuai still be alive?
Chapter completed!