Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 266 Accident

"So you are a scholar, no wonder!" The other people in front of the stall suddenly realized that if someone could afford to support a scholar, his family must be well-off, and buying 6 hairbands was really nothing.

Erni and others were even more envious, as poetry readings were something they would most likely never be able to experience in their entire lives.

Tian Fang said sourly: "Then you can comb your hair after Er Ni sister has done it. We don't have a good brother to take us to the lake, so we should wait a while."

Yuan Shan was happy and proud, "Then I won't be polite."

Yuan Qing bowed to them and thanked them.

Soon, Erni's hair was done, and Yuan Shan sat over. Yuan Qing came to Song Ying and whispered, "These hair ties are yours, right?"

Song Ying was stunned: "How did you know that?"

Yuan Qing smiled, "I heard that when you and Yan Xing were buying clothes at Yunxiu Tower, the shopkeeper gave you a bunch of scraps of cloth and made a lot of hair ties. Since there are so many newly made hair ties, why do you need to buy some?"

Song Ying was speechless for a long while before he said, "You are so thoughtful!"

Immediately, she felt something was not right. What Yuan Qing could think of, there must be someone in the village who could also think of it. Wouldn’t they be exposed?

No, it wouldn’t be exposed. The adults were not informed of the scraps of cloth that were brought back.

It seems that we can only admit that they are wasteful. They still spend money to buy hair ties when there are so many of them.

"How dare you scold me!"

Suddenly, an angry shout was heard not far away. Song Ying looked over curiously, but only saw a crowd of heads.

"What's wrong with scolding you!" another arrogant voice shouted.

Then there were noisy people shouting, "Stop fighting! Why are you fighting on New Year's Day?"

"Let's take a step back..."

People nearby were trying to stop the fight, while people farther away were crowding over there to see what was going on.

Song Ying pulled Song Yuan up from the ground and pushed him between the people.

Song Yuan shouted, "Correct word, correct word."

"Don't worry about it for now." Having said that, Song Ying still took the time to look at the correct characters on the ground and count them. There were already 15 complete correct characters, and one had only three strokes written.

Yuan Shan, who was combing her hair, also stood up. Yuan Qing quickly pulled her and moved aside as well.

But there was no way to avoid it. There were people all around, pushing forward, and Madam Zheng's stall was almost overturned.

Song Ying pursed her lips and said, "Quick! Put away the stall first."

Luo Yanxing and others worked together and quickly packed up the stall.

"Go to the street side and lean against the wall so you won't be easily pushed away." Yuan Qing suggested.

After finally squeezing to the wall, they found that the pressure had not decreased. The crowd was surging, and they were pushed and moved unconsciously. They couldn't even lift their hands to hold the things they were carrying.

At this moment, someone shouted, "Stop pushing! Stop pushing! There are beggars! My child has been taken away! Get out of the way! Get out of the way——"

The crowd was in an uproar. Some were worried about their own children and shouted loudly to find out where their children were. Some were kind enough to find Paihuazi to help, and then the crowd became even more chaotic.

Song Ying's heart suddenly lifted, and she held Song Yuan's hand tightly, and kept reminding him: "Hold my hand tightly, don't let go!"

"I know." Song Yuan nodded, his face full of fear. Since he was a child, he had heard his parents and grandmother talk about beating beggars more than once.

A few years ago, a child in Aunt Song's village was taken away by a beggar. I heard that he had played with that child when he visited Aunt Song's house before.

Of course, he had no recollection of it, for he was too young at the time to remember anything.

"what--"

A heart-wrenching scream was heard, and everyone's heart couldn't help but tighten.

The sound was so shrill and painful.

"Stop pushing! Stop pushing! Someone is being trampled down..."

Song Ying became even more nervous after hearing this. She looked around for a possible opportunity to escape from the crowd. At this moment, she saw an aunt leaning out of the window on the second floor and shouting, "Stop pushing! Someone is being stepped on!"

Song Ying woke up with a start and quickly called out, "Sister Jiang! Sister Jiang!"

Madam Jiang lowered her eyes and asked in surprise, "Oh, Doctor Song, why are you here?"

After being surprised, without waiting for Song Ying to speak, he said, "Wait, I'll come down and open the door."

Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief and quickly asked everyone to squeeze towards the door. Fortunately, they were not far from the door and they quickly squeezed in.

Madam Jiang only opened the door to allow one person to enter. Madam Zheng, who was closest to the door, was about to go in when she was blocked by Madam Jiang who bolted the door horizontally.

Song Ying quickly said, "She is my sister, Sister Jiang, we are together."

Only then did Mrs. Jiang put down the bolt and let her in.

Song Ying pointed at other people and said, "These are my friends from the same village."

When Madam Jiang went to the clinic for treatment, she saw Song Ying talking to several of the girls and asked them to go in quickly.

The sound of the door opening attracted people nearby, and many of them wanted to follow in to take shelter. When Yuan Qing was the last to enter, a middle-aged man behind him moved sideways and tried to push him aside to enter.

Madam Jiang raised her eyebrows, raised the door bolt and hit the man hard on the arm.

"Whoever dares to break into my house today, I will kill him!"

She had a fierce look on her face and her brows were stern. The people nearby were frightened and dared not move for a moment. Yuan Qing took the opportunity to quickly get in, and Madam Jiang quickly closed the door and bolted it after he entered.

"It's so scary!" The timid Zhou Nanxing was still in shock.

Everyone agreed that there were human traffickers and people were trampled to death. The shrill screams still seemed to echo in their ears.

Luo Yanxing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said thankfully: "Luckily Song Ying knows someone!"

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly thanked Madam Jiang, but Yuan Qing had already gotten there first and bowed, "Thank you, Madam, for your help. Please open the door and let us in."

Madam Jiang was slightly startled, and when she saw the student clothes Yuan Qing was wearing, her expression suddenly became much more polite, "So you are a scholar."

Hearing this, Yuan Shan's fear dissipated a lot, and she quickly said, "My brother is a student of Jiahu Academy."

Madam Jiang was even more surprised. Everyone in the city knew how much attention the newly opened Jiahu Academy received from the government. The prefect and the education commissioner of the city went there to inspect from time to time. The previous magistrate Hu and the newly appointed magistrate Chen went to the academy every few days.

The president of the academy was Shen Tingzhao, the top scholar from Qingshui County. Students who could enter Jiahu Academy had a good hope of passing the imperial examination and becoming a scholar.

She looked at Song Ying, "Is he really from your village?"

Madam Jiang expressed her doubt. At such a young age, even if he had just started learning, he had only been educated for a few years. There was no way he could take the examination for a scholar. She might be the son of an official, who was forced in by connections.

Madam Jiang is a person who shows her thoughts on her face. Not only Song Ying, but even the carefree Luo Yanxing can see what she is thinking.

Yuan Shan was even more proud, "We are indeed not from Xinghua Village, we are from Wutong Village!"

Song Ying then explained: "Our two villages are adjacent, and we came here together today."

Madam Jiang was so shocked that she looked at Yuan Qing with admiration: "You've been admitted to Jiahu Academy at such a young age, that's amazing!"

Yuan Qing smiled modestly and thanked Madam Jiang again.

After this incident, Yuan Shan became much bolder and asked, "Sister Jiang, why don't you let other people come in and take shelter?"