nycdaug Chapter 120 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (1)
Chapter 120 The Delicate Little Emperor Is So Unruly (1)
"Open the door, let me out, let me out!"
The sound of "Knock knock knock" against the door continued, and a hoarse voice from crying kept shouting towards the door.
"Why are you crying? How is it unfair for you to be a greenhouse for the son of a wealthy family? You will have enough food and clothes in the future. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"How much money did they give you? I'll go out and earn it. I'll give you all the money I make in the future. Don't sell me out."
"With your weak arms and legs, you can work yourself to death but still not earn a few taels of silver. Listen to auntie, auntie is doing this for your own good, so that you can live a good life!"
"A good life? You have two sons, why don't you let them go?"
The auntie outside said calmly:
"Can Qing'er and Dong'er be like you? They have to be the pillars of the family. They don't have your blessing. The son of the official has fallen in love with you.
And don't be so harsh, what do you mean by selling or not selling? It's not a betrothal gift!
The eldest son of the official really likes you. Although you are just a greenhouse worker, he has sent a matchmaker to propose marriage to you. He even had the wedding dress made by an embroiderer in the town. Just look at how much fanfare he has given you!"
"I won't go, and I won't go even if I die!"
"Anyway, I've accepted the betrothal gift and have already set a date with her. You can't disagree. If you listen to me, I'll marry you off properly.
If you refuse to listen to anything I say and insist on dying, I will dress you in wedding clothes and send you to his house even if you really die.
Since you have accepted the gift money, you are a member of the Yuanwai family in life and a ghost in death!"
After the voice outside the door finished speaking, the footsteps gradually faded away.
Xing Chen had been in this small world for quite some time, and he, Da Huang and the cat were listening to the conversation near the door.
He looked at the thin figure in front of him who was crying and shaking the door. It was obvious that the child was suffering from long-term malnutrition.
"Is this the original owner?" Xing Chen asked Da Huang.
[Yes, sir.]
"Transfer the memory."
Lin Xingchen, an ordinary villager in Taozhai Village, is now an orphan.
When he was still a baby, his parents told him that there was a famine in their hometown, so they fled to Taozhai Village surrounded by mountains. Later, they built a thatched hut at the west end of the village and lived there.
He had a very happy childhood. Although his family of three lived in poverty, there was always laughter in the house.
Lin Xingchen had never left the village. When his family needed to go to the town to buy something, his father would always bring back the things with an old bamboo hat.
Sometimes his father would bring him some small animals woven from rattan or small birds carved from wood.
Lin Xingchen is full of beautiful fantasies about the world outside the mountain.
But every time he made a fuss about going with his father, his father and mother would always tell him earnestly that there were many bad people out there who would capture Xingxing, and that Xingxing must not go out.
He was an obedient child. When his parents said there were bad people outside, he believed that there were bad people outside and never made a fuss about going out again.
My father is strong and often hunts game in the forests in the mountains.
As outsiders, their family was more or less ostracized, and the aunties from the neighboring families often came to their door and asked them questions in a sarcastic tone.
He asked where my father's family lived before, what his surname was, what his family did, and said that my father and mother looked young, could they have eloped? Oh, that's a big deal, they should be thrown into the pig cage!
A-niang was kind and always answered the questions with a smile, so those aunties would just walk away with pouting faces and looking unconvinced.
Later, my mother would occasionally send some game hunted by my father to those families, and my father also taught the uncles how to hunt.
During the busy farming season, if I don’t have any land at home, I will go and help them.
After a while, those aunties finally stopped saying anything, and everyone gradually got along harmoniously.
The good days only lasted until Lin Xingchen was 6 years old.
Winter came early that year. Snowflakes were always floating in the gloomy sky, and all the small animals hid themselves in the cold weather.
Dad went back and forth in the wind and snow for more than two months but gained nothing.
To make matters worse, toward the end of the year, Dad caught a severe cold.
He had been bedridden for quite a while, and the rice his family earned from hunting and selling skins was running out.
My mother said that she could hold on for a while and wait until after the New Year before going up the mountain.
But my father didn't want the whole family to go hungry during the New Year, so as soon as he felt a little better, he went up the mountain in the wind and snow.
When he came back, he found a cold corpse on the back of his neighbor's uncle.
The uncle wiped his tears and said that he happened to go up the mountain that day and wanted to try his luck to see if he could get any results.
As he was walking, he saw a figure in front of him suddenly disappear. He was probably because the snow was so deep that he didn't see the road and fell down the mountain. When he climbed down the mountain to save him, he found out that it was his father.
Snow all over the sky and the ground, frozen blood and people, that was Lin Xingchen's initial concept of death.
Mother cried and thanked her uncle.
Like every lonely and helpless widow, she cried her eyes off on the day of the funeral.
But after the funeral was over and the door was closed, she immediately pulled Lin Xingchen in front of her and asked quietly: "Didn't Xingxing say that she wanted to go to town? Can I take you there?"
"Didn't my mother say there were bad guys outside?"
"It doesn't matter. Xingxing has grown up. Mother and Xingxing will fight the bad guys together."
"it is good."
A'niang didn't pack anything, but took out the iron box hidden deepest under the bed. Inside was a thick gold bracelet wrapped in red cloth.
After taking a look, A Niang folded the red cloth bag again and put it carefully close to her body.
"This is your mother... This is what she wants to leave for your wife in the future, so you must keep it well."
However, A Niang did not survive that night.
That night became very vague in Lin Xingchen's memory. The picture was filled with the howling north wind and the crackling flames, and there was no trace of A Niang anymore.
It must be because the scene was too tragic, and as a child he had a stress response, his body wanted to protect himself, so he forgot that scene.
Lin Xingchen no longer longed for the small town.
Later, his neighbor uncle and aunt took him in.
Even at a young age, he knew that he was causing trouble for others, so he rushed to do work everywhere.
When he was only seven years old, he stood on a small stool every day, holding the tall stove to cook for his family. When eating, he tried to take as few dishes as possible and never had a second bowl of food.
When the summer was hottest, the two sons of the aunt were swimming in the pond in front of the door, while he was sitting at the stove, making a fire and sweating all over his head and face, but he never complained.
Even though his hands were covered with sores from the cold in winter, he still sat obediently by the frozen water and beat the clothes for his family.
Seeing that he was diligent, his uncle and aunt talked and laughed with him at first.
But after a few years, my uncle's temper became worse and worse, and sometimes he would stay in town for several days at a time.
The aunt was angry and started to take it out on Lin Xingchen.
She used a cane to whip his body until there were bloody marks all over it, saying as she whipped him, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"
Lin Xingchen was young and didn't understand why everyone blamed him.
After being beaten so many times, he thought that it might be because his uncle didn't like having him at home and that was why he didn't want to come back.