Chapter 276

Mrs. Feng, she is a Manchu, the old name of Guarjia, when she was married, her father named her Yi Zhi, hoping that she would be able to open up for her husband’s family as soon as possible.

This is contained in the daughter of the most sincere blessing.

And she did.

Her husband was a poor scholar. My father said that a scholar was the root of a prime minister, and they lived in Beijing, under the root of the Imperial City, so there was no worry about their future.

Father said, “He is now in a time of decline, just right! Although our family is Manchu, but now this is also the old calendar. You also know, your ama me, and your uncles and brothers, none of the seeds of reading, alas, reading or Han people better ah.”

Her father boasted that he had a good eye and married her off, as if he had already seen the day when his son-in-law would reach high school.

The Manchus are conceited, occupying this huge river and mountain, they lift themselves up quite high. But the world is big, but not let every Manchu enjoy the glory and wealth.

She grew up knowing that none of the men in the family can be relied on. None of the brothers are willing to study, and none of the uncles are willing to work hard, even drilling them are not willing to spend a lot of effort, as if more kowtow will exhaust them.

They only want to cultivate the younger members of the family, so that they can work hard and lead the whole family to heaven.

Unfortunately, this generation, the boys have learned a stinking habit, the girls are taught to be virtuous, just waiting to be sent to the mansion, but it is a pity that ninety-nine percent of the families in Beijing are so, the palace but can not put so many women.

She left home before, is also thinking of the future when her husband developed, can pull the mother’s brother a hand.

She ate at home, drink at home, from a young age, called the slave to make servant, now married can not leave the family’s help, of course, for the sake of the family ah.

She gave birth to four children on the one hand, but her husband has always been the same. Her mother’s family also gradually lost confidence in the couple, and the relationship between the two sides is becoming more and more distant.

She was a bit sad, but now that she had her own family, her mother’s family was important, but the children and her husband had already taken away most of her heart.

The eldest daughter was so sensible and clever that she was asked to marry her early on. She carefully looked at several families, and finally chose one that had kind parents, harmonious brothers, and a rich family, and most importantly, was not far from their home, so her daughter could often be brought back to stay for a few days after she married.

In order to avoid the draft, the eldest daughter married early.

After the marriage, the young couple is really good, the same in and out, inseparable.

In her heart, she rejoiced for her daughter and hoped that she could live a better life than she did.

At least the eldest daughter does not have to use the dowry to support the family, do not have to serve a depressed husband day after day.

After the emperor was gone, her husband seemed to have been enlightened, and he was able to find a foreign official.

The husband was ecstatic, not to ask him to go is certainly not.

She looked forward to half a lifetime of her husband’s development, it is impossible to let him go alone at this time, if he is outside to find a small, then her children how to do?

She had to say goodbye to her eldest daughter in a hurry, say goodbye to her mother’s family and relatives, and then say to her two sons, “Father has a future, and in the future, you will also be able to help”.

Packed up the family belongings, she held the youngest daughter on the car, followed her husband a long way away.

She had to take care of her husband, who was full of ambition, and she was also concerned about her eldest daughter in Beijing.

From the letter, it seems that the situation in Peking City is getting worse and worse.

She was uneasy and wrote to her in-laws and her mother’s family, asking them to come over here.

Didn’t she say that she could bring the whole family with her when her husband became well off?

Now that her husband had developed, it was time for them to come.

She discussed with her husband and wanted to bring her relatives over.

Her husband said that the house was too shallow and narrow to accommodate them, and that if they had to come, they would have to rent a house in the countryside.

But he just took office, both to flatter the officials, but also to harmonize subordinates, spending money like water, the family did not see the income, but more stretched, if we can wait for two years, when he was promoted to another level, for a large house, it would be more appropriate.

She said yes, but in her heart she had already made up her mind to continue to write letters to persuade her eldest daughter and her mother’s family to come over. By then, people have come, the husband can still drive people out?

Letters were written one by one and returned one by one. It was a long way to travel, and communication was inconvenient. Gradually, she could no longer receive any reply.

About has come.

She covered her beating heart and thought so.

She told her son to wait at the city gate, and every day she looked forward to his return with her eldest daughter and relatives, and every day she looked forward to someone at the gate shouting, “Mom, look who I’ve brought home! She waited and waited and waited.

She waited and waited and waited.

Her sons grew up, from children to teenagers. They grew taller, their voices became thicker, and their faces, though still young, looked like big boys.

There was a new style of education here, and the sons had learned new literature in Beijing, and could speak a few words in Western languages. They cut their pigtails in the new school here, took off their robes and coats, and changed to Western-style clothes.

Her husband also cut his pigtails and put on a suit, and asked her to change too.

She was really not used to it, but fortunately he did not force her.

She asked him every day if he had any news from Beijing.

He said, “Although there is no news, but they may have run out a long time ago, just now it is not convenient to communicate, we wait, sooner or later we will see them.”

Yeah.

She thought.

It wasn’t as if the family didn’t have money, and there were carts and horses, and strong guards. It was just that if something did happen, they could run away if they had to.

She was more than willing to listen to such words, even if she knew her husband was cajoling her.

Five years later, finally an escape to here people, is an old friend of the family, inquired about her news, specially door to borrow money.

She immediately invited him in, treated him to good tea and water, and held out a lot of money just to buy news of a family member.

Good news.

But there was no good news.

Her mother’s family ran away. It is said that because the Japanese captured the emperor, captured to the northeast, many Manchus in Beijing followed to the northeast. Her mother’s family was probably the ones who left, and no one knows where they are now, whether they are alive or dead.

And her daughter, her eldest daughter, and her in-laws’ family were all killed.

When the foreign soldiers came into the city, they first robbed the big houses and the rich people, they even broke into the royal residence, and also broke into the clan’s residence, and several magistracies.

The foreigners couldn’t tell if they were government offices or rich people.

All the in-laws died. The money was all robbed, the men were all killed, the women were all spoiled, and there were also hanged ones, but even if the corpses were hanged, the foreign soldiers would rip off the corpses, snatch all the jewelry they wore on the corpses, and there were also corpses that might be wearing silk clothes, and in foreign countries silk is very valuable, so the foreign soldiers would even strip off the clothes and snatch them away.

“Dead, all dead.”

The man had a stubbled beard and a dusty face, ate so much that his lapel was covered in greasy soup, and grasped meat in his hands, but he cried so much that he couldn’t even lift his head.

Her daughter was dead.

Her daughter was dead. She died in a place she didn’t know.

Was she afraid before she died? Was she hurt?

Why wasn’t she there? Why wasn’t she holding her in her arms?

Separated from her flesh and blood, her heart ached for even a fall when she was in her arms.

Why, then, had she placed her so far away from her?

It was like she had been ripped out of her heart and buried in the earth together.

Died with her beloved baby.

But she was the only one in the world grieving.

The husband was promoted.

He was in such a hurry that he couldn’t even grieve for the death of one of his daughters; he was too busy rushing to another place to become an official.

She was too sad to do many things.

The husband then found someone else to help her move.

He and the woman cuddled together in the house and fooled around on the couch.

But she was not sad.

Nor was she sad.

Instead, she felt grateful.

Thankful that she didn’t have to soothe her husband’s heart and fulfill him when a daughter died.

They moved, her husband got a promotion, and the woman moved in with her as her relative, living in her house.

It’s okay, she really doesn’t care.

She’s just worried about the kids being affected.

Both sons went to boarding school. The youngest daughter was detained by her and not allowed to bother her father about his affairs with her aunt.

She had already lost one daughter and now she wanted to hide her youngest daughter in the palm of her hand, so that she would have no worries and no storm would blow her away, so that she could grow up without any worries.

The two sons were influenced at school to aspire to join the army and with the help of their teachers at school submitted their applications to join the army.

They were worried that the family would not agree and did not come home to tell them until after they received their enlistment notice.

Of course she couldn’t say yes!

She had already lost a daughter and couldn’t afford to lose two more sons!

If they went to war, they would die!

No soldier will survive. Even if they survive this year, they will die on the battlefield next year. Soldiers will die on the battlefield sooner or later as long as they keep going to war.

Unless the war stops.

But now no one knows when the war will stop.

She hoped her husband would stop them from enlisting.

But after some effort, her husband said that he had no way to meddle in local military affairs, not to mention that now that he had just arrived here, the local people were all watching him, and at this time, if it was exposed that he had been hypocritically calling for people to enlist in the army while at the same time preventing his own son from enlisting in the army, it would be a very big blow to him.

She was shocked.

She thought her husband would care about his two sons even if he didn’t care about her, they were his sons! Those were the only two sons he had, did it matter if they both died?

But what could she do if her husband didn’t help her?

There was nothing she could do.

She suddenly realized. Even if she used her dowry to help her husband develop, always serving him respectfully, never going against his wishes.

But her husband would not be grateful to her for that, nor would he write down all her favors and be kind to her in turn.

The sons enlisted in the army.

In vain she waited daily for their letters, and feared them.

But what is feared, comes.

After a year, two death notices came in the mail.

Overnight, she was disheartened.

Her husband wept bitterly.

But it was in the presence of his friends, in the hallowed halls of the house, amidst a crowd of comforting people.

Newspaper articles were also written in praise of the husband, of the fact that he had sent his two sons off to war, and that he did not regret it, even though he had died!

In this way the people were called upon to send their sons to the battlefield as well. For if even the adults sacrificed their sons, what reason did the people have for not sacrificing their own sons?

She guarded her room, guarding her little daughter.

The door was closed and she could not hear the voices from downstairs.

Her son died, but it was not the son who was honored, but the husband.

The man who actually went to war and bled did not get the praise and the glory; the man who stayed in the house in all his glory stole that glory.

She didn’t care.

Nor did she care.

All she wanted was to protect her little girl so she could grow up well and bring her share of brothers and sisters with her to live well.

She became that gentle and virtuous wife once again.

She knew that her husband had several lovers, and she offered that she could take her lovers home to be the second and third wives, all of them as old as each other, without any distinction between wives and concubines.

She is now old, and it is impossible to have another child, her husband can not have no after ah.

Her husband was very touched, he held her hand and said: “Yizhi, I know that in your heart you resent me and blame me. I am also sad. Don’t worry, I swore back then, I remember, I will not take a concubine to break your heart. What kind of second wife or third wife, our family will not have.”

But she didn’t care.

She persuaded again and again, and her husband refused again and again. Then she didn’t care, because her husband didn’t cut off women, and there were always young women coming in and out of the house, and she treated any of them with courtesy and courtesy.

But the husband really did not have concubines.

Because he was very fond of his good name.

One of his daughters died in Peking City, and two of his sons died in the army, and many newspapers praised him and lauded him, saying that he was a gentleman of high character.

Since he was a gentleman, how could he have a concubine?

He set out to be an enviable couple with her.

Let him be.

The husband continued to rise through the ranks and became an official in another place.

His official position grew bigger and bigger, and his house grew bigger and bigger, with more and more subordinates.

Her clothes got better and better, and she couldn’t get enough jewelry.

Everyone envied her for marrying a good and loving husband.

Because of the loss of her three children, it seemed to have taken away her essence as well. She looked ten years older than her husband.

But she only wanted to take good care of her little daughter.

The little daughter grew up. She didn’t let her remember the hatred and pain of her eldest sister and her two brothers; she wanted her little daughter to have only happy things in her life.

The city was more enlightened and safer.

The youngest daughter made many friends and was happy every day.

She carefully chose everyone who appeared to her little daughter to keep her from being hurt in the slightest.

Finally, she picked a husband for her little daughter.

Tall, handsome and considerate.

The in-laws planned to emigrate the whole family in the future, and she agreed, not knowing when the war would stop, it would be good for the youngest daughter to emigrate with her in-laws, so she wouldn’t meet with disaster.

The youngest daughter was married at the age of eighteen, with ten miles of red dress. Cars lined up in front of the Peace Hotel, countless ladies and gentlemen came to her wedding banquet, and the British ambassador came to congratulate her, gave her the perfume that the British royal family loved to use, and called her “the loveliest little princess”.

She sat there on that day, her wounds seemingly mended by the laughter of the day.

Her husband sat beside her, held her hand and said, “From now on, it’s you and me.”

She was willing to forgive her husband in this moment of the day, so she shook his hand back.

The next moment it was released.

Then the youngest daughter became pregnant at nineteen and died before she was twenty.

She died on the labor bed.

The English doctor came out with blood on both hands and said to her, “I’m sorry for your loss, you brought her in too late, I gave her a lot of blood, but I still couldn’t save her from death, God bless you, ma’am.”

She sat stiffly in the hospital corridor.

The door was tightly shut.

She stood on this side of the door and on the opposite side of the door was her husband.

He was knocking on the door over and over.

“Ma’am, ma’am, come out, we’re about to leave! Yizhi!” Mayor Feng kept knocking on the door, his forehead sweating with anxiety.

He was dressed like a foreigner.

He wore a black robe and a cross around his neck.

Today, they were leaving on an English ship.

He had bought a knighthood as an English Sir, so he could take Mrs. Feng and hide in the English countryside.

There were only a few people going with them, all of whom were his inner circle.

“Yizhi!” Mayor Feng was sweating anxiously.

Just now, when they were about to leave, Mrs. Feng suddenly went into her room and locked the door, saying that she wasn’t leaving and asked Mayor Feng to leave on her own.

Mayor Feng couldn’t understand what was wrong with Mrs. Feng!

“Yizhi, come out quickly, the ship is still waiting for us!” Mayor Feng put his mouth in front of the door and kept saying, “Yizhi, come out quickly, Yizhi!”

Out of the door came Mrs. Feng’s calm voice, as gentle as before.

“You go, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, my parents and children died on this land, I can’t leave them behind. You go now, you don’t have to care about me.”

Mayor Feng suddenly shed tears, he opened his mouth but could not say a word.

He had once lost his children one after another.

Today, he would lose his country again.

…… He had thought he would have his wife with him, but now it looked like he had lost his wife long ago as well.

“Mayor, come on, we can’t afford any more delays.” The entourage forcefully picked him up and dragged him down the stairs, holding him hostage, and hurried him to the car outside the door.

She stood at the window sill and watched the car drive away.

The scene of her eldest and youngest daughters singing a children’s song together came back to her.

“The swallows are slanting, the wind is blowing, the little flower children are drilling the fence ……”