How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Chapter 149

Jia Qingwu woke up after less than half an hour. Xia Chu was composing a song at her desk. When she heard the noise, she turned around and smiled at her, "Mom, are you awake?"

"Well," Jia Qingwu felt guilty, "Mom is sick again. Did she scratch you? Let me see."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Nanny Xu applied medicine on Xia Chu's neck, and the redness around it faded a little, making it less scary.

Jia Qingwu bit her lip, feeling that she was not doing her best. "Please ask a doctor to come and take another look at me. I still need to take medicine for this illness."

Xia Chu comforted her, "All medicines are poisonous. Mom is not in good health. Take good care of herself and she will get better."

After finishing his work at the shop, Jia Sansi took some time to come back, but he couldn't stay long because he had an appointment later. When he got home and learned that someone from the Sun family had come, he sneered disdainfully.

Wang Yong sobered up and came out with Dong Xiaohuan. Jia Sansi came forward with a smile, "Brother Wang, you're here."

"Yes, I came to visit the two elders and see Xia Chu by the way." Wang Yong drank the sobering soup and took another nap. He looked more energetic than before.

"Master, the grandfather asked someone to take Mr. Wang and his wife to visit Huizhou." Butler Jia said at the right time.

"No need to bother, we can go by ourselves." Wang Yong didn't want to trouble the Jia family and quickly refused.

"That's right, Dad, you've thought of it all." Jia Sansi nodded, then apologized to Wang Yong, "I should have gone there myself, but I've been stuck with a lot of things lately and can't spare the time. Don't refuse, brother Wang. I'm bringing you here, so I must show my hospitality. I know you wouldn't be comfortable if we brought you here, so..." He turned around and said to the servant behind him, "My servant is called Changxi. He's young and smart, and he's familiar with Huizhou. How about letting him accompany you and show you the scenery?"

"No need, we can do it on our own." Dong Xiaohuan didn't really want to go on a trip, after all, her daughter and youngest son weren't going either. Zhang Zhou probably wasn't very interested, and Guan Xu only loved eating.

Jia Sansi persuaded him, "That won't do. You're unfamiliar with the place, and what would happen if you got lost? Besides, you've got children with you, and I heard your children are all studying. Huizhou has many academies, and two have open libraries to the public. Don't you want to go and see them? It's the Moxiang Tower, a favorite haunt of scholars, where poetry competitions and essays are held every day. Now that you're in Huizhou, how can you miss it?"

If it were just me, I wouldn't go, but since it involved the child, Dong Xiaohuan hesitated and looked at Wang Yong.

Since the other party said so, Wang Yong agreed, "Thank you very much."

Jia Qingwu's condition made it difficult for her to travel, and she couldn't leave Xia Chu. Xia Chu couldn't go, but Wang Qiuyu could. When the servant came to call her, Wang Qiuyu was just finishing the story and was a little reluctant.

Xia Chu came over to see him, and immediately glanced at the script on the table. She squinted her eyes and looked at Wang Qiuyu with a smile.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Wang Qiuyu put the book in his pocket, but then thought that if his second brother saw it, he would be in trouble, so he hid it under his pillow again. Turning around and seeing his elder sister staring at him, he chuckled and said, "Sister, I'm going to play."

"Go ahead." Xia Chu didn't touch his storybook. Wang Qiuyu might be naughty, but he was actually good at school, so there was nothing wrong with reading a novel. Just treat it as a change of pace; pushing too hard can easily lead to rebellion.

"You should go and play too." Jia Qingwu said from behind.

Xia Chu smiled and said, "I'm not going. I'll wait for my mother to get better and take me there."

"Mom is a burden to you." Jia Qingwu smiled bitterly.

"I don't like to hear this. Don't say it again." Xia Chu pulled her into the house and pointed at the full shelf of pipa. "Let's write a song together. Can I play a song I wrote for you?"

Jia Qingwu looked up in surprise, "You can actually write music now?"

Xia Chu picked out the ones she liked the most and said, "It's just average. Mom, please listen to it and give me some advice."

"Okay." Jia Qingwu nodded. She had written it when she was young, but she had never let anyone read it.

The two sat side by side on the chaise longue, one playing the instrument while the other listened.

Xia Chu has a rather Buddhist temperament. A low EQ person might say she's "laying down and letting things slide," while a high EQ person might say she's "open-minded and carefree," not taking things personally. She prefers cheerful and lighthearted tunes, and most of her music falls into this vein. Everyone in the family loves to hear her play the pipa; it relaxes them, and all the fatigue seems to wash away, and they can't help but hum along.

Jia Qingwu lived in self-blame and guilt for many years, blaming and resenting herself for her carelessness every day. Even when she listened to the chanting of scriptures every day, her mind rarely relaxed.

Now her daughter was before her, a cheerful tune echoing in her ears, and she felt as if she were on a country path, bounding along. She closed her eyes and felt a rare sense of complete relaxation.

Mrs. Jia stood at the doorway, took a quick look, then slowly retreated. She stood in the yard and listened for a while. Then she waved and left with her people. When they were far away, she smiled and said, "What's real can't be fake, and what's fake can't be real. Look at this real one, who can play the pipa and coax people, just like Nini when she was a child."

Nanny Cheng smiled and said, "Old Madam, you can rest assured. I see that the eldest lady looks calm, and I believe she will be well soon."

"Yes, I feel much more at ease now." Old Madam Jia sighed, as if she wanted to sigh away all the depression and worry in her heart.

Wang Qiuyu came back after dinner, jumping and pulling Xia Chu to tell her where they had been and what they had done today, and looked forward to tomorrow's journey.

"I also brought something for you, sister!" Wang Qiuyu rummaged through her pockets and pulled out an oil-paper bag. There was really everything in it, a wide variety of items, but the sweet and salty ones were all mixed together, which didn't look very tasty. "Eat it, sister! I saved a piece of the delicious food for you!"

After he finished speaking, he continued to dig out handkerchiefs, silk flowers, and wood carvings, and his harvest was quite good.

The scattered items on the table were all expressions of her concern for her sister. Jia Qingwu looked at Wang Qiuyu and suddenly felt that God had been kind to Xia Xia. Her carelessness had left her stranded, yet she had met such a wonderful family. She began to believe what Xia Xia had said; she was truly doing well.

"What is this?" It tastes like poop, but has the flavor of stinky tofu.

"Ningguo Baba." Jia Qingwu smiled and asked Cui Ya to get the bowl and chopsticks and put all the sweet ones into the bowl.

Although the flavors were mixed, Xiachu finished them all. I felt that they were all my favorites, and if they hadn't been mixed together, they would have tasted better.

"It's delicious, all my favorite flavors." Xia Chu commented with a smile.

"I'll return it to my sister tomorrow." Wang Qiuyu said happily.

Xia Chu choked up. To be honest, the mixture of sweet and salty was a bit strange. But how could she refuse without hurting the little guy's feelings?

Jia Qingwu covered her lips with her hands and chuckled, helping her out. "Bring a box tomorrow and pack the food separately."

"Okay!" Wang Qiuyu immediately nodded in agreement.