Background (2)
Wasn’t her father an orphan who grew up eating food from hundreds of families?
Orphans were a popular term. The villagers outside called them beggars and cowherds.
“Now we do!” Old Master Su said.
Su Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded.
Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Dad, how much did you spend on it?”
“I didn’t buy it. I probably... picked it up,” Old Master Su recalled.
Su Xiaoxiao was puzzled. “What do you mean by ‘probably’?”
Old Master Su explained, “I don’t remember either. Ever since I can remember, I have had this jade pendant on me. It looks like it’s worth a few dollars. I thought that if I really couldn’t survive anymore, I would pawn it!”
How much was it worth?
Did he have some misunderstanding about a few? If this piece of jade was sold, it could support a few large villages, okay?
What luck did her father have to pick up such a treasure?
Su Xiaoxiao carefully looked at the shape of the jade pendant and said to her father, “Dad, this jade pendant looks like part of a half?”
“Half?” Father Su muttered. “Did I pick up a piece of broken jade?”
Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly shook her head. “What I mean is that it’s a pair of pendants. This is the left piece. There should be another piece on the right. When combined, it happens to form a complete shape.”
Father Su said, “I only picked this up.”
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the jade pendant and asked, “Dad, do you remember where you’re from?”
Father Su shook his head. “I don’t remember.”
He had wandered into Willow Village 30 years ago when there was a famine. At that time, he was only six years old, and his memory was almost blurry.
Su Xiaoxiao had also heard about some things back then. The disaster in Willow Village was more serious than in Apricot Flower Village. Apricot Flower Village was supported by the Su family, and dozens of people in Willow Village had starved to death.
Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Weren’t you about to starve to death? Why didn’t you exchange it for something to eat?”
Old Master Su thought for a moment. “Perhaps I was young at that time. I didn’t expect it.”
Actually, there were a few times when he couldn’t go on anymore. He didn’t sell this jade pendant and gritted his teeth to survive.
Why didn’t he sell it?
He couldn’t tell.
....
When Su Xiaoxiao put away the jade pendant and returned to the east room, Wei Ting was also there.
She was about to ask why he was in her room when she remembered that this guy’s bed had collapsed and he had officially moved in with her!
Wei Ting was sitting by the bed, appreciating a couplet on the table under the light from the window paper.
Appreciation was Su Xiaoxiao’s description after she beautified it, but in fact, this guy’s gaze was more like a critical judgment.
“You went through my things!” Su Xiaoxiao said.
Wei Ting said calmly, “It fell to the ground. I just picked it up.”
Then, after a pause, he said, “Who wrote it?”
Su Xiaoxiao said proudly, “A friend! How is it? Is it not worse than what you wrote?”
Even Director Shen wanted to keep Young Master Xiang’s calligraphy treasure. It should not be bad!
“Heh.” Wei Ting snorted disdainfully.
“If you don’t like it, don’t look at it!” Su Xiaoxiao grabbed the couplet, rolled it up, put it back into the brocade box, and put it into the cabinet.
Wei Ting looked at the closed cabinet door, his eyes turning cold.
...
The three little ones could not stay at home and had to run out even in the snow. Su Ergou went to the village to walk the children.
Father Su returned to his room to catch up on his sleep.
Su Xiaoxiao moved a small stool to the backyard, grabbed a knife, and seriously made slingshots for the three little ones.
She knew how to do it, but this knife was a little blunt.
“Here.”
A slender jade-like hand handed her a dagger.
Su Xiaoxiao’s gaze followed this exquisite jade-like hand all the way to his peerlessly handsome face. She thought to herself that guy really had no blind spots.
Under the shed, in the shadows, it could be said everything that was illuminated looked ghastly. If one was not careful, he would look like a vegetable, but Wei Ting’s look endured the bad lighting with ease.
When he first came, his skin was a light wheat color.
After recuperating at home for a month, other than being called by Father Su to learn how to farm a few times, he basically did not go under the sun. Hence he had developed a trace of fairness.
He was not feminine at all. He was full of heroic spirit and killing intent.
“Thanks.”
Su Xiaoxiao took the dagger.
She had seen Wei Ting wipe this dagger more than once. It looked very sharp and she had been envious for a long time.
She had finally touched it today.
Her first feeling was that it was heavy.
Su Xiaoxiao pulled out the scabbard bit by bit with a sense of occasion.
Wei Ting reminded her calmly, “It’s very sharp. Be careful.”
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and smiled. “Are you worried about me?”