Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times - Chapter 79
Jing Xingzhi had an idea in mind, and asked Uncle Erniu what he thought during breakfast to see what the elders thought of Jing Dabao.
Jing Erniu scratched his head when he was asked. After speaking honestly, he was still sure that Jing Xingzhi meant this in a grander manner.
After dinner, Jing Xingzhi went to the cemetery again.
He planned to see if the sacrifice was still complete afterward?
If Jing Dabao obeyed and didn’t move, Jing Xingzhi would find a way for him to eat. If Jing Dabao moved, then he didn’t need to run a charity.
But this idea began to waver even before he reached the tombstones of Father and Mother Jing.
Jing Dabao was still crying!
After Jing Xingzhi finished eating, he was still crying. His cry was still very clear and his voice was loud. He was really gifted with his throat.
Jing Xingzhi wondered if Jing Dabao was really hungry. Wouldn’t it take some physical strength to cry? No energy to consume it?
Jing Dabao cried so hard that he even hugged Mother Jing’s tombstone and cried so deeply that a small corner of the tombstone was wet.
Jing Xingzhi glanced at the sacrifice a few times and found that it was not moved.
But whether it was Jing Dabao who didn’t want to move, or whether he was crying and forgot to move, Jing Xingzhi was a little suspicious.
The sound of crying disturbed his ears. Jing Xingzhi was suspicious for a moment and patted Jing Dabao’s shoulder with his right hand.
“Stop crying.”
Jing Dabao cried, looking back at Jing Xingzhi: “Uuuuuuu, I, I can’t stop! Uuuuuuu”
Jing Xingzhi said nothing, holding a piece of egg pancake and shook it in his and, making Jing Dabao turned his head to look at it.
Jing Dabao immediately stopped crying and his eyes widened: “It smells so good!”
“Eat it.” Jing Xingzhi threw the egg pancake to him and watched as Jing Dabao let out a grunt and started eating.
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After he finished eating, Jing Xingzhi led him down the hill and back to the old house to let Jing Dabao take a bath and change his clothes.
After taking a shower, Jing Dabao wore Jing Xingzhi’s old clothes and pulled his sleeves with some joy and kept looking at them.
Although they were old clothes, they were much more comfortable than patched clothes. Jing Dabao felt as if he was wearing new clothes.
He looked at Jing Xingzhi happily and said, “Uncle, the clothes are so good!”
“What’s so good about these clothes?” Jing Xingzhi asked him while sitting on a chair, drinking tea.
Jing Dabao said: “There are no patches, it’s also clean.”
“Hey, does the young master in brocade like my clothes? I think brocade clothes suit you better.” Although Jing Xingzhi softened his heart, he still remembered Jing Weizhi. After the couple’s accident, it seemed that Jing Dabao’s matter was none of his business.
This kind of person remembered beating but not eating. If people gave him food and benefits, he would not remember their goodness. If people were cruel to him or mean to him, he would be afraid of you.
Jing Xingzhi didn’t want to worry too much, so he wouldn’t give Jing Dabao food and drink for free.
When Jing Dabao heard Jing Xingzhi mention brocade, he also remembered how arrogant he was back then.
He was so arrogant in the beginning because he could do that. No matter what he did, his mother would stand up for him; if it didn’t work, his father would pay for it.
But now that his parents were gone, no one allowed him to act arbitrarily, and no one followed his wishes. It took a long time for Jing Dabao to finally understand the sadness of losing his doting parents.
So even when he was homeless and often beaten, scolded, and bullied because of his parents, Jing Dabao didn’t blame his parents. They did bad things, but he enjoyed all their love.
He dropped his much smaller head, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, “I, I don’t have any money.”
“You have hands and feet, but you can’t earn a bite to eat?” Jing Xingzhi looked at Jing Dabao’s hands and feet.
Jing Dabao flinched and trembled under Jing Xingzhi’s gaze. He took a moment to explain: “No workers want me… because they think I have a bad reputation.”
Jing Dabao knew how to read. Logically speaking, it was easy to find a job. But what Jing Weizhi and Lan Cao did was known to everyone in the town. Even the boatman and the coachman avoided Jing Dabao when they saw him. How could anyone be willing to hire him to work? It would ruin their reputation.
Therefore, Jing Dabao could not survive in the county town, and finally had to run to Jingjia Village. It was the villagers who couldn’t bear it and they didn’t drive him away.
Jing Xingzhi put down his tea cup and had a showdown with Jing Dabao: “How about farming for me? Your parents gave me two acres of land, and I rent it to you at an annual rent of 40%.”
Jing Xingzhi’s field was the worst. The dry fields couldn’t grow delicate items such as rice. They could only grow sweet potatoes and potatoes. In hot weather, the plants could even die of drought. Therefore, Jing Xingzhi just gave Jing Dabao a bite to eat. Whether he could eat enough or not depended on whether Jing Dabao was willing to do it.
And this news was quite a surprise for Jing Dabao!
He actually had a field to plant, and if he had a field, he had food to eat.
“Thank you, uncle!” Jing Dabao grinned and excitedly bent down and bowed to Jing Xingzhi repeatedly.
Jing Xingzhi shook his head and said, “Don’t call me uncle.”