Southerners

Chapter 103

"What?" Song Zhi asked, "Man'er, tell me clearly, what did they do to Aunt Bai?"

Bai Man'er sneered: "Just after dawn this morning, that group of people came to my door to make a fuss, insisting that my mother was suffering from tuberculosis, bad feng shui here, and wanted to drive us away..."

When Bai Man'er said this, her voice choked up, she threw herself into Song Zhi's arms, and buried her head:

"Mother is just sick...why, why do they treat us like this?"

However, Xiu Niang saw more than Bai Man'er, she may have been hurt, but at this moment there was no tear on her face, she said in an almost cold voice: "Master, what they really want is Man'er."

"Because Man'er went to the street to buy medicine yesterday and accidentally bumped into them, Man'er was asked to marry as a concubine."

"Come to make trouble this morning... On the surface, it is said that it is because of Ah Zhu's illness, but in fact it is because of Man'er."

In the past ten years, Xiuniang was used to seeing life and death, she felt that she seemed to be a little numb, facing Bai Azhu's body, she couldn't cry at all.

She just hates it.

why?

Just because they are Han Chinese, should they be humiliated and trampled like this?

The people outside the door were still yelling, such as "This untouchable, suffering from tuberculosis, why don't you get out of the city and wait to die?" The sentence is unbearable.

Do you deserve this humiliation if you were born as a Han Chinese?

These barbarian and uncivilized barbaric tribes do not understand the principles of heaven and ethics, and have no courtesy, justice and shame. They can oppress them wantonly by force.

Song Zhi clenched her fist, turned around and rushed out, opened the door, outside the door, the servants of the Meng Mansion were fighting with those Mongolians.

Song Zhi's eyes became hot, and tears flowed down her cheeks. He was not as strong as Xiuniang. Even though he had the same experience as Xiuniang in the past ten years, he still hadn't adapted and couldn't bear it.

The cursing words of these people continued.

Song Zhi felt that his brain was also hot, and he didn't know what to think. When he realized it, he also joined the melee.

Maybe when people reach that point, they have to rely on force to vent their emotions.

It's just that Song Zhi's martial arts learning is really not satisfactory, and he was knocked down within two blows. He clutched his abdomen, and was hit by a hard punch there, and Song Zhi broke into a cold sweat in pain, and threw himself forward. Hold the man's leg.

The man was fighting with a servant of the Meng Mansion, when his leg was hugged suddenly, the kick he wanted to kick was unsuccessful, and he was immediately punched in the face by the servant, he screamed in pain, holding the servant's fist , slamming his leg violently, seeing that he couldn't shake Song Zhi away, he kicked Song Zhi's head with the other foot.

"Let go of your grandpa's feet, pariah!"

He kicked Song Zhi on the forehead, which made Song Zhi dizzy for a while, and then kicked Song Zhi's nose, and two nosebleeds immediately flowed down.

"Dog slave!" Seeing Song Zhi being beaten, the family member panicked, "Who will allow you to touch our young master's people!"

A horizontal kick came over and hit the man's head.

The man suddenly lost his mind and staggered, the servant took the opportunity to fix his feet again and completely dealt with him, and then pulled Song Zhi up.

"Sir, how are you?"

Song Zhi wiped the nosebleed with her sleeve, she was in a daze, and shook her head: "I'm fine."

Song Zhi pushed aside the hand that was holding her, stood against the wall, and said expressionlessly, "You go, don't worry about me."

The servant looked at him worriedly, feeling that Song Zhi didn't seem to be all right no matter what.

Song Zhi laughed at herself: "If the young master blames you, I will take care of it for you, and I won't let him punish you."

The family Ding was slightly overjoyed and nodded: "Mr. Xie is considerate!"

How these people protect him is based on Meng Huan's wishes. Without Meng Huan, who would care about his life or whether he was injured or not?

The ancestors divided the people in the world into four classes, with the southerners at the bottom.

The occupations in the world are divided into ten grades, and the scholars are the ninth.

He is just a southerner, a scholar, a pariah among the pariahs.

The scuffle continued.

Song Zhi felt powerless.

"Stop it," he said.

No one paid any heed to his words.

"Stop!" Song Zhi raised his voice and yelled again, this sentence almost exhausted his strength, Song Zhi was a little dizzy from being kicked in the head, and this time he yelled, he was even more dizzy.

But at last someone stopped to look at him.

"...Don't hit me." Song Zhi gritted her teeth, and her voice bounced out word by word.

The people from the Meng Mansion naturally listened to Song Zhi, they already had the upper hand and stopped.

And the group of Mongols stopped their hands when they saw the enemy, and they also stopped, looked at Song Zhi and sneered: "Why, this beautiful gentleman, what do you want to say?"

Song Zhi's appearance was beautiful, and he heard from the servant that he belonged to the young master, these Mongolians naturally regarded Song Zhi as the young master's male favourite.

Song Zhi didn't refute. She glanced slowly over these Mongolians, took note of their faces, and said, "Do you know who Hazier is?"

Just now the two groups of people fought without saying a word, they all felt that their masters were of great status, and they didn't even ask each other where they came from.

Hearing Hazier, the complexions of those people changed slightly. Although their master is not afraid, it is not good to offend too much.

Song Zhi pointed to the redness and swelling on her forehead and the wet blood under her nose, and continued, "If you hit me today, he won't let you go."

"If you are sensible, get out, I won't mention you to him."

These people were pretending to be powerful in the name of their masters, and went to make trouble with their masters for a girl's film, and offended Hazier, obviously, it was worse.

A few people hesitated a little, and looked at each other. Hazier and the others really didn't want to provoke him, but they didn't know what the relationship between the person in front of him and Hazier was.

Never knew that Hazier was okay?

Bai A'Zhu was dead, Song Zhi just wanted to finish the affairs here and leave, and didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Still leaving?" Song Zhi said, "Still thinking about Man'er?"

"Man'er is my sister, all of you," Song Zhi pointed to several Mongolians, "I will let Hazier kill anyone who dares to touch her."

Song Zhi has always been a kind and gentle person, she has never said such a thing, and she will not use anyone's power to pretend to be a tiger.

"Boy, do you really think of yourself as a fool?" Someone mocked, "A boy like you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly kicked on the stomach by a member of the Meng family, screamed, and fell back on the ground.

"My young master's people, how can you insult me?"

"Go away now?!"

"Why are you so arrogant? A male favorite and a Han Chinese deserve your protection?" Someone retorted.

Song Zhi sent someone away: "Go back to Meng's mansion now, the young master is already in court... Go talk to the young master about what happened here, and ask how to deal with these people."

Last night, the servant girl in the Meng Mansion was kicked out early this morning just because she slapped Song Zhi in the face. The servants knew about this, and they naturally knew how important Song Zhi was to Meng Huan, so they immediately got the order to return to Meng Huan. government.

If something happened to Song Zhi here, they would not be able to bear the responsibility.

"Wait!" The Mongol suddenly yelled, he was very aggrieved, and stared at Song Zhi with fire-breathing eyes. Seeing that he was talking seriously, he couldn't help being scared, "... just go! A mere yellow-haired girl, worth When what?"

After speaking, he waved his hand.

"let's go!"

A group of people walked away in desperation.

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and called back the person who was about to leave just now.

In fact, he was very uncertain, Meng Huan agreed to help him today, but he was very reluctant, if he troubled him again, Meng Huan might not agree.

Bai A'Zhu is dead, the next thing to deal with is her funeral.

Bai Azhu's surname is Bai, so naturally the Bai family has to handle it.Song Zhi then sent someone to Bai Zhongfu's house to inform.

Even in order not to be poked in the back, Bai Zhongfu is a very arty person, and the funeral will still be arranged for Bai Azhu.

However, Bai Man'er could not be taken away by their family.

Song Zhi still clearly remembered what Bai Zhongfu thought about Bai Man'er after Bai Chongliu's death in the 18th year of Zhiyuan. pass her.

Bai Zhongfu's house is not too far from Xingshun Hutong, nor is it too close. It takes two hours to go back and forth.

When Bai Zhongfu heard that his younger siblings were gone, he couldn't help being excited, immediately put down his work, followed the servant to Xingshun Hutong, and before entering the house, he pretended to cry and shed a few tears.

In the end, she hugged Bai Man'er and cried: "It's uncle who didn't take good care of you, and didn't take good care of your siblings!"

"Uncle must take good care of you in the future, so as to comfort the souls of my younger brother and younger siblings!"

Originally, Bai Zhongfu was Bai Man'er's closest relative. If he wanted to take Bai Man'er away, Song Zhi, as an outsider, would not be able to stop him.But looking at Bai Man'er like this, Song Zhi couldn't do it.

While trying to break free from Bai Zhongfu's embrace, Bai Man'er turned her head to look at Song Zhi, her eyes were full of pleading and pleading.

At that time, Man'er was only ten years old, a beauty embryo, Bai Zhongfu wanted to sell her, now that she has grown up, it is better to sell her for a good price.

"Brother Lang..." Bai Man'er called out mournfully.

"Man'er!" Bai Zhongfu turned her face away, "Uncle is here, there will be an uncle in the future, and uncle will treat you well!"

With tears in his voice, his expression moved, it was almost possible to confuse the fake with the real one.

But the more he behaved like this, the more scared Bai Man'er became.

"You...you let me go, uncle!"

Displeasure flashed across Bai Zhongfu's eyes. In his eyes, this girl was a lot of money. With such a pretty face, the price could be raised a little, and she could sell for a few dozen taels.

"Man'er, I'm your uncle, can I harm you?" Bai Zhongfu tried to persuade, "No matter how good you are, Brother Lan, his surname is Song, and your uncle's surname is Bai."

Bai Zhongfu coaxed a few words, it was Song Zhi who spoiled him last time, so this time, Bai Zhongfu was especially on guard against him.

"Song Zilan, you are a foreigner, what are you doing at their orphans and widows' home?"

"Could it be that you have evil intentions?"

No matter what you do, make a crime first.

Song Zhi was not annoyed, she waved to Bai Man'er and said, "Man'er, come here."

Bai Man'er immediately broke free from Bai Zhongfu's hand, and wanted to run towards him. Bai Zhongfu wanted to catch her, but Song Zhi had already grabbed Bai Man'er and brought her into her arms.

Bai Maner has lost her mother, Song Zhi can no longer let her fall into Bai Zhongfu's hands.

"Uncle Bai," Song Zhi called out while protecting Bai Man'er, "Man'er is my god-sister. Before she died, Aunt Bai entrusted her to me."

"If you take her away forcibly, don't you violate Aunt Bai's will?"

Bai Zhongfu frowned: "She is a woman, what do you know?"

"Besides, even if you are her god-brother, why don't you let me take her back to my family?"

At this time, Xiu Niang came over, pulled Bai Man'er into her arms, stroked her black and soft hair, and said, "But the girl will marry when she grows up."

"Before A'Zhu died, she had discussed with me about her marriage with the young master. Man'er is already a member of our young master."