She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

In the past month, Zhao Zhuo's life seemed to be stuck in a puddle of slush after an extreme cold snap.

That night, Zhang Shiliu broke into Feiqin Posthouse covered in blood, and was never seen again since then.

Zhao Zhuo had no idea what had happened in Dangshan.

Apart from the sound of galloping horses, there was no other sound in the city.

Zhao Zhuo went up to the second floor and closed all the doors and windows. The second floor was a bit dilapidated, and the wood was a bit old. His wife had caught a cold recently, and she was not in good health after giving birth, so Zhao Zhuo dared not be careless.

His wife had worked hand in hand with him since he was penniless, and she had sacrificed a lot for the birth of their son. Afraid that the child's crying at night would wake her up, Zhao Zhuo tiptoed to pick up the child and prepared to go downstairs to coax him to sleep.

"My dear...what's wrong?" She woke up again, and her voice was weak.

Zhao Zhuo's body stiffened, and he quickly put on a gentle smile, "It's okay, my son woke up, and I was afraid he would disturb you." He felt a little guilty. When he was talking to Zhang Shiliu just now, he couldn't control his emotions and his voice was a little louder. He didn't know if his wife heard it.

She let out a long sigh, "How can I be perfunctory towards my savior? My dear, you should do what you are supposed to do." After becoming a mother, her eyes became more tender.

And for the sake of the children, I become even stronger.

After all, she knew that she and her husband had come to this point, and if it weren't for Zhang Shiliu, they would have been alone. Not to mention that they now had a roof to block the wind and a warm bed.

Zhao Zhuo's eyes were raw, but he held back his tears as he rocked his son gently. He imitated his wife, humming a gentle tune while staring at the little guy in his arms.

He knew this himself.

But he was not as good as Zhang Shiliu, as he was not willing to work for Beitang, and he had his wife and children to tie him down. If the previous shopkeeper had not died suddenly and there was no one to replace him, Zhang Shiliu would not have forced him to do it.

"I know, I know." Zhao Zhuo whispered back, but couldn't help but say a few more words, "The important thing is that you take good care of yourself and stop worrying about it. The doctor said that you..."

"Okay, okay, husband, I get it. Don't nag like an old woman." The wife couldn't help but laugh.

In Zhao Zhuo's impression, this was the last warm night.

His wife was still in good spirits, so he held the child and talked to her for half the night.

Zhao Zhuo also knew that she was deliberately talking to him because she saw that he was uneasy. Such gentleness made him feel even more sad.

During their last consultation, the doctor told him privately that his wife was already suffering from a lack of energy and blood, and would only live for half a year at most.

But how can there be an either-or situation in this world? Zhao Zhuo did not believe in fate, so in order to get medicine for his wife's health, he made up his mind to do more for Bei Tang.

Zhang Shiliu also helped him several times, both openly and secretly.

The next morning, martial law was imposed in the city. The Feiqin Post was even guarded by soldiers. Seeing that the letter could not be delivered, Zhao Zhuoying took a desperate move. He then disguised himself and left the city under the pretext of getting medicine for his wife, and found a place where the sentries could not see him and released the hawk.

This is the eagle trained by Bei Tang himself. It looks ordinary among all the official eagles, but once it is released, it will find Bei Tang's base on its own and carry the letter over.

After that, there was no news of Zhang Shiliu. Within two days, the soldiers withdrew and said that the higher-ups would no longer investigate the spy. On the surface, the matter was settled, but Zhao Zhuo became even more worried.

A few days later, people from Beitang came, pretending to be guests who were dissatisfied with the delivery time, and smashed the entire post station.

When they left, they set fire to the house. Zhao Zhuo, wounded, risked his life to bring his wife and children out. But in this way, he had no place to stay and lost all his wealth.

The man managed to escape death. The people in Beitang probably didn't expect that Zhao Zhuowen, who was neither a martial artist nor a warrior, could make it out with his unyielding spirit and love for his wife and children.

After that, it rained heavily, as if pitying him. His wife got caught in the rain and soon developed a high fever.

Zhao Zhuo had no choice but to start looking for another way to make a living.

Just then, he heard that in Kezhou City, the Engineering Department had issued an approval document and was recruiting servants to build a new parade ground, so he wanted to give it a try.

So with the support of his wife, Zhao Zhuo spent his last money and hired two ox carts to go to Kezhou.

But he was still too optimistic. Kezhou was very large, and Zhao Zhuo was unfamiliar with the place. After the death of General Zhao, he had no connections here. It took him most of the day to find out the location of the state capital and the recruitment points on the outskirts of the city.

The response he got made him even more disappointed.

Those who could work here had to know officials in the company or be introduced by others. Zhao Zhuo had nothing, and he couldn't even get close to the desk where his identity was verified.

His wife stopped taking medicine, and she was hungry and full. She also had to take care of the children day and night when Zhao Zhuo went out to find a living. She became thinner all of a sudden, and she slept longer and longer.

Zhao Zhuo knew that this was not going to work, so he had to take his son to the streets to beg. Even if he couldn't eat or drink, he would coax his wife to eat all the food he got.

Even so, it won't help.

Zhao Zhuo was so hungry on the road, and the cry of his son on his back gradually became weaker. He was so tired that he looked up and saw three suns in front of him, each of which emitted a dazzling light, making him feel dizzy.

When I was a child, I heard the story of Hou Yi shooting down the sun. The storyteller said that Hou Yi shot down the sun for the people who were suffering, but my mother said, why not for his own wife?
What they said seemed to make sense. Zhao Zhuo began to lose consciousness and thought that if he died now, the person he wanted to see most was his frail wife.

When I woke up again, the soft blanket beneath me made me feel like I was in heaven. "You're awake." In front of me was a beautiful lady with a rosy face, bright and round eyes, and a faint smile.

Like a fairy in the sky.

"I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the skin around his mouth cracked and red blood oozed out, "Is he dead?"

Ah'ao couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth when she heard this, "Zheng Da, give him some water." She gave up her seat to Zheng Da and stood aside.

Mrs. Zhou had just sent Shopkeeper Wu out, and she explained, "My husband forgot, and fainted in front of our shop while carrying his child. This Madam Cui and I are the shopkeepers of our shop, so you don't have to be afraid."

Zhao Zhuo still looked haggard, his hair was scattered like a withered willow, and his eyes were lifeless. Ah-yi looked at him, with uncontrollable doubts in her heart.

I went to Xing'antang to ask for a doctor just now. When Manager Wu saw that it was Shui Changdong's man, he immediately brought the doctor in. Fortunately, he had only one festering burn on his body, and he was starving and weak.

The baby was so hungry that he couldn't even cry, so Ah-yi went to the street to buy some fresh goat milk. But Ah-yi and Mrs. Zhou had never given birth to a child, so they didn't know how to feed a baby.

Aunt Wang was kind-hearted and gave up her business to come and help. She also said that her and her sisters' saving lives was a great deed.

At this moment, Zhao Zhuo suddenly remembered that he still had a son, and suddenly jumped up from the bed, "My child, where is my child?"

Mrs. Zhou looked at his anxious look and couldn't help laughing, "The child was hungry, so I fed him goat milk. But you too, how could you let the child starve like this."

Zhao Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt on the bed, "I will never forget the grace of saving my life, ladies! If you have any questions, Zhao Zhuo will definitely fight to the death to repay you!"

Ah-yi watched him kowtow in silence, thinking that it must be related to Beitang. After Zhang Shiliu died, Zhao Zhuo was in trouble. Such a large organization is really good at cold-blooded betrayal.

"But my wife is still sick. I have to go back and take care of her right away. She hasn't eaten yet... Can you please take care of the child for me for a while?"

Zhao Zhuo himself knew that this request was unreasonable. Someone saved you, how could you make more demands?

Unexpectedly, Ah-yi just asked, "Are you confident in leaving the child to us?"

Zhao Zhuo thought that he had experienced many bad things in his life, and that people who could save others would not do anything to the child. But it was hard to say for his wife who was alone outside. The place where they stayed was a corner of the eaves. If he didn't come back for a long time, she would be worried.

"Okay." Ah'ao sighed softly, "I'll ask Zheng Da to go with you. The second floor is still empty. If you have no place to live, bring your wife here."

In Ah-yi's heart, she still couldn't get over the hurdle of watching someone die without helping him. Even though she knew that Zhao Zhuo was working for his enemy, Heng-chi and she almost died at the hands of Bei-tang.

But the child is innocent, and the seriously ill mother is even more innocent.

The world is in such a mess. If we can survive, working for anyone is like resisting the ruthlessness of nature.

What's wrong with staying alive?
Zhao Zhuo burst into tears, his teeth trembling. "Thank you, thank you for your kindness! Zhao Zhuo will repay you for saving my life even if I have to repay you for your kindness in my next life!"

Mrs. Zhou looked at Ah-Yue and felt that something was wrong. Although Ah-Yue was a kind-hearted person, she would not save just anyone.

There were many people holding children or with missing limbs on the street, but why didn't she rescue them one by one? She must have her own purpose for doing this.

Mrs. Zhou absolutely trusted Ah'ao, so she followed her decision and asked Zheng Da to pack some hot buns to take away for Zhao Zhuo's wife to fill her stomach.

"You don't need to come to the next life. I'm a businessman, so I won't save you for nothing. You can do odd jobs in my shop. Zheng Da's men are in need of someone to do the work." Ah's expression was calm as he looked at him. "To be my servant, you need to be loyal."

The word "loyalty" was emphasized very strongly. To the people in the room, it sounded quite meaningful.

Not sure if he was really willing or just pretending to be confused, Zhao Zhuo just nodded.

After they followed Zheng Da out of the shop, Ah'ao's face fell, thinking that she was reckless.

Zhang Shiliu was killed because of her and Heng Qi. If Zhao Zhuo knew about this, he would wonder how much more important his life-saving grace would be compared to Zhang Shiliu's friendship.

But since Dangshan, the clue to Beitang seems to have been cut off. Zhao Zhuo has come to the door on his own initiative. If he doesn't seize this opportunity, how long will it take to find out about Chong'an Hall?

This doubt did not disappear until night fell and Hengzhi came in from outside angrily. Only then did A'ao stop hesitating completely.

The door was pushed open suddenly. The wooden carved door was very thin and made a loud noise.

A'ao had just finished washing up and was wearing a loose dress. She stuck her head out to look with her long hair loose.

I thought it was a thief, but it turned out to be the young marquis who was wearing black clothes, but his face was even darker than his clothes.

Before he could even ask "what's wrong", Hengzhi's brows tightened and he began to question as if he was covered in frost.

"Are you so not afraid of death?"

Ah-yi looked at him in surprise.

(End of this chapter)