Chapter 4 — The Mother Who Wouldn't Go Hungry

Her voice lowered: "In my entire life, I have never had a day that I did not keep the rules, until the end..." "In the end, I discovered that the rules were the rope he used to tie women, but he himself had never tied them to himself." I continued: "Mother, have you ever thought about why the Marquis asks the women not to eat after the Horse hour, with a waist as small as a willow, and he himself drinks meat and alcohol every meal, and his big belly wanders everywhere?" The mother was stunned. I continued: "Because the rules have never been fair. He asked for skinny people, because he likes to see skinny people. He asked for dignified people, because he needed a model owner who could take him out." "From beginning to end, these rules revolve around his preferences. Once the person can do it, he changes another standard, the other person still doesn't meet it." "Why?" "Because the standard is set by him, the judge is also him." I stood up and walked to the side. Push the window open, letting the sunlight outside shine in. "You starved me for fifteen years, thinking that would make him satisfied. But think about it, has he ever been satisfied?"The mother was silent for a long time. For so long that I thought she didn't want to continue this topic, she softly said: "You're right." "It's not that I don't know, it's that I don't dare admit it." Her voice was very light, as if muttering to herself: "If not, it means I've been hungry for fifteen years, all those sufferings have all been in vain, causing my whole life... to go the wrong way." "Going the wrong way isn't scary, it's okay to turn around." I turned back to look at her: "This year you've been in vain." How old are you? You still have four or fifty years to live well. Fifteen years ago, you were hungry, but forty years later, you'll be fine." She raised her head, her eyes were red, but she didn't cry. "Who taught a little girl like you?" She asked me: "How can you live so wisely?" "My mother taught me." I smiled: "My mother said, the easiest thing in this world is to warm up your own resentment to fulfill it for others. The most difficult thing is to get others to get used to you not being resentful. You choose to do the difficult thing." The mother savored this sentence, then suddenly smiled. "Okay." She said: "Then let's try it." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise outside. The maid ran in to report: "Madam, young lady, Concubine Lieu brought someone here, saying she wanted...to check your private warehouse." The mother's face immediately turned cold. "Private warehouse?" I raised my eyebrows: "On what basis does she check?" "Miss Lieu said, if there are discrepancies in the books, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no one in private pockets. The lady's private warehouse must also be inventoried, to avoid anyone talking about it." I laughed. This Concubine Liu was indeed the newly appointed mandarin who lit three bonfires, the first of which dared to burn the mother's head. 06When Concubine Liu led her people to rush in, the mother was sitting on the soft bed eating the pecan cake I brought. She didn't stand up, didn't even wipe the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, just sat like that, watching Aunt Lieu lead a group of women with shoulders and muscles entering one after another. Today, Concubine Liu is dressed extremely solemnly, her head is full of pearls, her chin is raised very high, just like a hen that has just laid an egg and hastily crowed. "Sister." Concubine Liu held a handkerchief to cover the corner of her mouth, her tone could not hide her pride: "The Marquis has instructed, the books in the palace must be carefully examined." rearrange.” The words are easy to hear, translated into only four words: I came to inspect the house. The mother stuffed the last piece of walnut cake into her mouth, slowly chewed it, then picked up the tea cup and rinsed her mouth. Her leisurely and leisurely movements made the smile on Concubine Liu's face stiffen little by little. "Sister." The mother put down the teacup.

got down, used a towel to wipe her hands, her tone was calm. "Do you know how many years ago I married into the Marquis Palace?" Concubine Liu was stunned: "This... must be more than twenty years ago." "Twenty-three years." The mother stood up, step by step walking towards Concubine Liu: "Twenty-three years ago, when you were still busking under the bridge, I was in this yard comparing the books with Mr. What do I have, don't I understand?" Concubine Lieu's face turned red. The thing she hates the most is others mentioning her background. On purpose today, the mother, in front of the entire room of servants, used the phrase "busking under the bridge" to tear away the layer of dignity she had worked so hard to maintain. "Sister, sister..." Concubine Lieu gritted her teeth: "You are only following orders to do things, so why do you have to open your mouth to hurt others?" "Fulfilling orders?" I interjected, smiling and walking in front of Concubine Lieu: "Serving whose orders? Marquis said to check the work book, but Not to mention looking into the owner's private warehouse." "Is it possible that Concubine Liu used the name of the Marquis to make public announcements about private enemies?" Concubine Liu was pierced through my thoughts by my sentence, and her face changed continuously. The powerful mother next to her quickly stood up to make peace: "Young lady misunderstood, your aunt is also for the Marquis' Palace."