The Dead Dad is Back

    When Miaomiao came back to Qingzhou Fucheng, everything she saw was very strange.

    She looked at the streets that were much more prosperous than the town, looked at the dazzling array of stalls and food, and every thing she had never seen before could make her look for a long time.

    The steward of Yang's house took her to buy a candy man. The caramel-colored syrup drew a little girl with round cheeks and curvy eyes. After watching it for a long time, she was reluctant to eat it. I asked for a "father and mother", and the two sugar figurines put them together, and it was their family!

    She looked at the sugar figurine again and again, and the manager of Yang's house used the clay figurine from the stall next to her to coax her, and it was still a family of three. Miaomiao asked, "Where is my father?"

    The steward of Yang's house smiled and said, "The general has other things to do. Miss Yuan is tired? Take the young lady to the next restaurant to sit and ask for two sets of snacks. Take a rest, but it is good?"

    There is nothing wrong with Miaomiao, so I followed him into the restaurant. The private window of the tea house is opened, and the surrounding scenery can be seen at a glance. Opposite is a bookstore, and several scholars came in and out, holding a blue-covered thread-bound book in their hands, Miaomiao glanced at it, and suddenly couldn't take her eyes away.

    The manager of Yang's house followed her gaze, "Miss Miaomiao wants to read? The little one sent someone to buy some books?"

    After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.

    The daughter of the former general grew up in the countryside, how could she be literate?

    He hurriedly changed his words: "Why don't you buy a few books and read the story to the young lady?"

    Miaomiao said: "Uncle, please help me buy some books, I want "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Characters", this is fine! If possible, I would like to I want pen, ink and paper, and when I go back, I will ask my father to give you money."

    She used to practice calligraphy on the sand every day, but when Dad came over the past two days, he neglected to practice. The little brother said that she should not be slack in studying for a day. If she is lazy, she will become an idiot Miaomiao!

    The steward of Yang's house was taken aback, looked at her with a dignified look, and hurriedly sent his men to the bookstore to buy books. After a while, the "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Characters", as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all available, placed in front of Miaomiao.

    The manager of Yang's house asked, "Little read for the young lady?"

    "No, I'll do it myself."

    Miaomiao stood on the chair, spread out the white paper in front of her eyes, held it down with the paperweight, and lifted the pen again, when she wanted to dip the ink, she had a hard time—the dreams are all ready-made, On the contrary, she made it difficult for her to take this unusual step. The steward of Yang's house hurriedly picked up the ink sticks to sharpen the ink for her.

    While grinding the ink, he observed carefully with the corner of his eye, and saw that Miaomiao's pen was dipped in ink, and he did not turn over the book, but wrote directly on the paper. Although speaking and writing are not good-looking, they are also decent, and their movements are not skilled, but they are not unfamiliar. It didn't take long for a piece of paper to be filled with ink, and only one word was repeated on the entire sheet.

    The steward of Yang's house had seen the enlightenment of the young master of the house. At that time, he also wrote a word several times, and after several times, it was memorized by heart.

    The steward of the Yang residence asked, "Can the general's wife be literate?"

    Miaomiao wrote seriously, without raising her head: "My mother can't read. It costs money to go to school, even my uncle has never learned it. But my mother said, when she saves enough If you have money, you will send me to the school."

    "Miss Miaomiao went to school?"

    "Of course not." Miaomiao finally raised her head and looked at him like an idiot: "Second cousin went to school, not me."

    Yang House Manager: "…"

    He then asked, "Who did Miss Miaomiao follow? Did you learn this?"

      The shelf is full of wood, and a fire burns it!

    Miaomiao immediately closed her mouth and said alertly, "Yes... I learned it myself!"

    Yang's house steward wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Miaomiao shaking her head: "Okay, don't ask any more."

    He could only shut his mouth and secretly put away the paper after Miaomiao's practice.

    …

    The original plan is now in the government office.

    He sat high behind the desk, with a stern face, looking at the prefect of Qingzhou kneeling below.

    The prefect of Qingzhou didn't know how long he had been kneeling, since he stepped into this door, he has been kneeling here, kneeling until now his legs are sore, sore and weak, and finally lost consciousness , the cold sweat has already climbed all over his body, but the original Dingye has been silent, and he has not dared to move.

    From the moment she saw the little girl, the Qingzhou prefect knew something was wrong.

    In a few breaths, he already understood what happened. Originally, he thought it was just Zhang Xiuniang. If it was just Zhang Xiuniang, he could still find ways to intercede and ask the former general to let him go, but he never imagined that when Zhang Xiuniang was gone, there would be another daughter of the former general!

    The children of the Yuan family are difficult. Wu's husband died early, leaving no children and half a daughter. This little girl who just emerged is the only descendant of the Yuan family today!

    The prefect of Qingzhou only felt that his eyes were gloomy.

    I don't know how long it took before he heard the person above: "Do you know why I came to look for you today?"

    The prefect of Qingzhou did not dare to raise his head, and said with sincerity and sincerity: "The former general, the next official...the next official..."

    "Know or not, you can't even speak?"

    “Yes…Xiaguan…Xiaguan knows…”

    The prefect of Qingzhou rustled: "General Yuan, I have been thinking about it day and night, and I really know it's wrong. It's because I was stupid and made up my own mind, but it delayed the general's affairs. The general will give Xiaguan another chance, and Xiaguan will do his best to live up to the general's high expectations..."

    "No." Yuan Dingye said coldly: "If I tell you again, I'm afraid I will be missing next time."

    The prefect of Qingzhou hurriedly said: "The lower official dare not!"

    "You dare not? What dare you!" Yuan Dingye suddenly got up and waved off all the instruments and instruments on the table. The fragments of the inkstone pierced his face, and a few drops of black ink splashed on his face, but he didn't even dare to touch it.

      I only told you to do this matter, you are better, make up your own mind, I asked you to send Zhang Xiuniang to the capital, you should not do it, Zhang Xiuniang left by herself, but you stopped people, I let her go to the capital, she even went to Qingzhou. I can't get out of the city gate! This is what you promised me that day to make me feel at ease? How can I feel at ease!"

    The prefect of Qingzhou couldn't argue, and could only keep begging for mercy. He knew that it would be useless to say too much, so he said quickly, "General, I also listened to the words of the original Da Furen back then, and did something bad with good intentions!"

    "Wu family?" Yuan Dingye sneered, "What benefit did Wu family give you, so that you, the prefect of Qingzhou, don't even care about the lives of the people?"

    "This...this..."

    Where there is any benefit, it is not at all!

    The prefect of Qingzhou was full of remorse, and could only wait for the time to come back and slap the old self.

    The former general wants a person, can you just send the person? What does the matter in the back house have to do with you!

    The prefect of Qingzhou had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly said: "General, the letter sent by the former first lady, the lower official still keeps it!"

    Original Dingye stared at him.

    The prefect of Qingzhou didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly got up and rummaged through the bookshelf. He found a thick stack of old letters in a drawer, and sent them all to the original Dingye.

    The original plan was opened one by one.

    Although Qingzhou is far from the capital, the two sides are not at all connected. There are also correspondences on weekdays to maintain the relationship.

    The original plan was to find out the letters six years ago and later, and read them one by one.

      Later, he was called to go to the border to fight. During the period, he sent home a letter mentioning Zhang Xiuniang, and Wu sent a letter to ask about Zhang Xiuniang.

    Seeing this, Yuan Dingye raised his head: "When Wu asked about Zhang Xiuniang, how did you respond?"

    The prefect of Qingzhou hurriedly said: "As soon as the first lady asked, Xiaguan knew that he had done something wrong, and he explained everything clearly. Xiaguan made it clear in the letter, It was the person that General Yuan personally wanted back then, and he also asked Mrs. Yuan if she wanted to send Zhang Xiuniang to the capital again?"

    Original Dingye looked at him coldly for a long time, and when he saw the clothes behind the Qingzhou prefecture was soaked in cold sweat, he retracted his gaze and opened the next letter.

    In the next letter, Mrs Wu only asked Zhang Xiuniang a few words, but never mentioned the matter of taking her to the capital. After that, nothing was said.

    In the past six years, due to the war, it was difficult for the border and the capital to communicate with each other. The letters sent from the capital were all written by Mrs. Wu. Mrs. Wu was in charge of the family affairs, and her elder sister-in-law was like a mother, so it was not a problem. But in the letters she returned home, Zhang Xiuniang was mentioned more than once, saying that she would take care of Xiuniang so that he could fight with peace of mind.

    Is this good care?

    Zhang Xiuniang was born in the countryside and did not know big characters. He never had any doubts. He thought about it day and night, waiting for a handwritten letter from Zhang Xiuniang from the capital, but he couldn't wait.

    When he escaped, he learned from his father that he had never heard of Zhang Xiuniang.

    Where is Zhang Xiuniang?

    She was blocked in Qingzhou and could not even get out of the city gate. Gone dead.

    I'm afraid I hated him before I died!

    Original Dingye closed his eyes hard, he clenched the thin letter paper in his hand tightly, folded his fingers together, kneaded it into a ball, after a long time, he slowly released it again, and flattened the letter paper again. With all his strength, he almost tore the letter paper. When it was flat, he straightened up and stared at the stationery with a dull expression, as if looking at another person through a thin sheet of paper.

    The prefect of Qingzhou looked terrified, as if he had turned into something in the palm of his hand, and his life was kneaded in the hands of the former general.

    "General Yuan..." He swallowed and said, "You saw it too, Mrs. Yuan didn't mention it, I thought it was not important for me to be Zhang Xiuniang, so... then..."

    But no matter how innocent he said, the catastrophe has already happened.

    And the daughter of the former general also suffered a lot in the countryside.

    The sun sets and it is almost dusk.

      shrouded in darkness. The house was quiet, and the prefect of Qingzhou did not dare to let out the atmosphere, nor did he dare to look at Yuan Dingye's expression. Yuan Dingye was standing in the shadows, and even if he wanted to look, he couldn't see anything clearly.

    Until the sound of children's laughter came from outside.

    "Daddy-Daddy-"

      Yuan Dingye looked up when he heard the sound, but didn't move.

    Miaomiao searched one by one until she found this one, and slammed the door open.

    She ran and jumped in, spread her hands, like a suckling bird returning to its nest at dusk, happily threw herself into Dingye's arms.

    "Daddy, Miaomiao is back!"

    The original figure of Dingye seemed to freeze, and she was sluggish for a long time before reaching out and hugging her.

    The little girl hugged his neck affectionately and rubbed her tender cheek against his face.

    "Daddy, Miaomiao also brought you delicious food. Miaomiao also bought little clay figurines, which belonged to my father and mother, as well as me, our family!" He pointed and counted: "This place is really big and big, much bigger than the town, it has everything, there are more things than the town, I walked outside for a long time, and I haven't finished shopping, Daddy, you will come with me tomorrow Is it okay to go out?"

    Originally Dingye took those letters into his arms, he gave Qingzhou prefect a violent look, quickly took away the look in his eyes, responded softly, and walked out with his daughter in his arms.

    The voice of the little girl gradually faded away.

    It was not until nothing could be heard that the prefect of Qingzhou leaned on the chair and sat down, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

    General Yuan didn't say anything, didn't he plan to let him go?

    …

    Night.

     Yuan Dingye quietly walked out of the house looking at the little girl's peaceful sleeping face.

    The manager of Yang's house was waiting outside.

    He took out a few pages from his sleeve and respectfully said, "General, this is what Miss Miaomiao wrote in the teahouse today."

    Original Dingye could see the above content at a glance, his eyes were slightly loose: "What did you teach?"

    "Ms. Miaomiao learned it herself. The pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books are all she asked for."

    The original planner paused for a while, then raised his head: "Who taught it?"

    "I don't know if it's small, Miss Miaomiao refuses to say it."

    Originally, Dingye spread out the practice sheets, the handwriting on them was still very immature, the little girl wrote very seriously, and there were many gestures, and it seemed that she had studied for a long time. It's not a simple word anymore.

    He frowned, jotting down the oddities. He took out another token from his arms and threw it into the hands of the manager of the Yang residence.

    "You go find these people..." He said the names of several people, all of whom can be trusted in Qingzhou.

    "The prefect of Qingzhou has been sitting in this position for so many years, it's time to move."

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