Travel Through The countryside

Chapter 1

In the clear and sunny April days of the Jiangcheng Pear Blossom Town, the small garden of the Song family was quiet, with not a sound to be heard.

Miss Song Jinmei from the Song family took out twenty taels of silver from her pocket and handed it openly to the little servant boy, Miedou, saying, "I told you, little rascal, did you really do what I asked you to?" She had asked him to do something yesterday, but he was always unreliable.

Miedou pocketed the silver, feeling the heat of the coins in his hand. If it weren't for his wicked brother waiting for help at home, he would never betray his master. Feeling guilty, he wiped away a cold sweat and stammered, "I... I did it, Miss Jinmei. What kind of water did you give the young master to drink? Is he going to die?"

"Pah! It's just water from the Pregnant River, it won't kill anyone." Song Jinmei muttered a few curses under her breath, cursing Song Jingwei, that wretched son of a man, raised by a little man, thinking he could inherit her father Song Man's business. "Hmph! A wretched son raised by a little man." With a cold snort, she raised her eyebrows at Miedou and said, "Take the money and get out, I don't want to see you again." It was best not to have such a despicable slave in the Song Mansion.

Among the entire Song Mansion, Miss Song Jinmei was the most fierce and easily resorted to beating and scolding servants to vent her anger. Miedou was afraid of her. Taking her silver, he crawled out of the Song Mansion as fast as he could. He had done a great wrong, and he would never come back in his lifetime.

Song Jingwei had just woken up and tasted a faint fishy smell in his mouth, but he couldn't remember what it was. With his cautious nature developed over the years, he quickly realized that something was wrong. Afflicted with stomach cancer, he hadn't eaten proper food in a long time, so why did his mouth have such a strange taste?

Meanwhile, the daily torment of pain had disappeared. Now he felt healthy and relaxed, even with a long-lost urge... no... this wasn't right...

In a daze, he heard a girl's voice, speaking in a tone of disgust, "Where did this man come from? Why is he dressed so cleanly? Didn't I tell you to bring back just any beggar?"

The Ding family put down the man they were carrying on their shoulders, revealing a young, plain face. He said, "You rushed us too much. As soon as we went out, we saw him. He's a mute, isn't that just perfect?" Miss Song Jinmei was deliberately humiliating Song Jingwei. They had some conscience and didn't dare to bring back a real beggar.

Song Jinmei was very dissatisfied, especially since the man was so clean. She said, "Go find another one for me, a beggar! The dirtier and uglier, the better!" She deliberately humiliated Song Jingwei, so the dirtier, the better.

"Miss... this..." The servants felt sorry for Song Jingwei, and he usually treated them well too, so they had to say something.

These servants were not obedient, so Song Jinmei was about to get angry, but when she heard movement from the bed, she was torn between two choices. On one hand, she didn't want Song Jingwei to have it easy, but on the other hand, she didn't want to risk not achieving her goal if she delayed further.

She gritted her teeth, "Forget it, wake him up quickly and give him some medicine. Don't mess it up! I want Song Jingwei to be impregnated by this man, never to turn over again!" A Song family member who voluntarily fell into depravity and had an affair with a man, her father would definitely not favor.

The servants moved quickly, waking up the man on the floor and forcibly giving him medicine.

"Take him to the bed." Song Jinmei looked on in relief. She didn't believe that after today, Song Jingwei would still be able to hold his head up.

"Miss, please leave for a moment." The servants were undressing the two men and said to Song Jinmei.

After all, Miss Song Jinmei had not yet married and couldn't just watch the two men do it. "Pah! Disgusting!" She spat out with ill will, telling the servants, "Keep an eye on him. After it's done, come and report to me."

"Ah! Miss, rest assured." The servants agreed. They had plenty to do and continued to handle the man brought back casually.

This man was about twenty-three or four years old, dressed fairly cleanly, but his shirt was already washed white, with some places faintly patched this moment, he lay on the bed like a broken doll, his eyes unfocused, without any struggle.

Song Jinmei left the room, her heart feeling much better. With Song Jingwei unable to make trouble for her father, she could finally relax a little. She walked to the garden and took out her embroidered handkerchief, gently wiping her hands, her mood gradually calming down.