Yuan Qing was finally accepted by the Yang family, but there was no difference between his acceptance and non-admitment. He did not enjoy the benefits of the Yang family's master. He did not have his own room, no one to serve him, and no servants respectfully called him the young master.

Yuan Qing later learned that although Yang Su liked him for a moment, he did not really take him to heart. He had dozens of grandchildren. He asked by chance that he would ask, and his mind was all above the power struggles of the court and the cumbersome government affairs.

Yuan Qing was only three years old, so of course he couldn't support himself. Yang Xuangan found a wet nurse to take care of him, but to explain to his father, this wet nurse was a bit unique. Her wet nurse was surnamed Chen, she was beautiful, gentle and virtuous, and was the daughter of a wealthy family in Wuxing, Jiangnan.

Shen's name is Chen Wanqiu. Everyone calls her Qiuniang. Her husband is Zhang Zhongsu, a general of the Chen Dynasty. She was killed by the Sui general Shi Wansu in Quanzhou two years ago. She was rewarded by Emperor Yang Jian as a prisoner of war to Yang Su. However, there were too many beauties in Yang Su's mansion, and she brought a daughter who had not been born for a long time. Yang Su did not take her as a concubine, and gave her to her son Yang Xuangan. Yang Xuangan was afraid of her and did not dare to accept her, so she sent her to the inner kitchen to do business.

Yang Xuangan knew that she was skillful and could write poems and essays. It was a pity that she was a cook. He was a little pity, but he had never found a chance to relocate her. Just as Yuan Qing came, Yang Xuangan decided to let her adopt Yuan Qing so that she could explain it to her father.

In the afternoon, Chen Qiuniang took Yuan Qing to her new residence. She originally had only one room and lived with her daughter. Now she wanted to raise Yuan Qing, so Yang Xuangan ordered someone to clean up a small yard for them. The yard was very small, two and a half small cottages, half a kitchen, and two houses.

The courtyard is located in the west outer courtyard of Yang Mansion. The people living here are distant relatives of the Yang family. There are dozens of families, each with a small courtyard. The gate is not locked and free entry and exit. Due to the large number of people and the family, the environment is not very good.

Chen Qiuniang was doing some chores in the kitchen. She had two chores a month. Now she was raising Yuanqing, and the inner house allocated three chores to her every month, so she had five chores a month.

But everyone was unfair to her. The descendants of the Yang family, the most relative and lowest-ranking concubine, also had ten yuan a month, not to mention Yang Su's grandson and Yang Xuangan's son. This was obviously bullying, but Chen Qiuniang did not think that it was too little. Five yuan a month was enough for her to raise two children.

These are all arranged by Mrs. Zheng. If she hadn't taken into account her husband's face, she would have thought that giving Yuan Qing three hangs a month was too much money. He was only three years old, and one hang of money would be enough for him to eat.

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"Young Master, you will live in this house from now on."

Chen Qiuniang gave the largest room to Yuan Qing. She held Yuan Qing's hand and loved him in her heart. This little pitiful little girl who had no mother was even worse than the butler's child because she was an illegitimate child.

Yuan Qing was very happy in his heart. He was afraid that Mrs. Zheng would raise him. Mrs. Zheng despised him the best, so he didn't want to see that evil woman, but he liked Chen Qiuniang very much. He fell in love with her at first sight. She was so beautiful and dignified, gentle and friendly, and full of maternal kindness. He held Chen Qiuniang's slender and smooth hand and felt that he was the luckiest person in the world.

The name of young master made Yuan Qing extremely harsh. He shook his head, said seriously and firmly: "I will call your aunt in the future. If you call me Yuan Qing, you will not call me Young Master again."

Chen Qiuniang touched his little head and liked it very much, 'This kid!'

After all, she was a lady from a noble family and did not agree with her identity as a slave. She nodded, "If you call me aunt, I will call you Yuanqing, and we will be a family in the future."

"Auntie, I'll get the stuff!"

Yuan Qing snatched his luggage bag, but ran into the small room next door. He showed a small head and said with a smile: "I like small rooms, but I'm afraid of living in a large room."

Chen Qiuniang knew that he was actually giving up the big room to her. She was such a little man. She was moved and remembered her husband who died on the battlefield. Her eyes turned red and a tears almost didn't roll out.

"Good kid, auntie clean up first, and we'll make dinner."

She went into the kitchen to clean up. At this moment, a good-looking little girl rode a bamboo horse to the yard. She pouted her mouth and shouted: "Mom, I almost got lost."

"Niu Niu, don't run around, just play in the yard!"

"Um!"

The little girl nodded heavily and rode a bamboo horse in circles in the yard, "Drive! Drive!"

Yuan Qing heard the sound and walked out of the small room slowly. He had heard from his aunt that she had a daughter, as old as himself. He saw the little girl jumping naughtyly in the yard, riding a horse-headed bamboo. She looked snow-white in skin, inheriting the color of her mother's skin, with her eyebrows, eyes, and small mouth that were extremely delicate, like a doll.

The little girl rode a circle of bamboo horses and suddenly saw a little boy tilting his head to look at him. Although she was only three years old, she was very brave. She also tilted her head to look at him with a smile.

Yuan Qing fell in love with her all of a sudden, "What's your name?"

"My name is Niu Niu, where are you?"

"My name is Yuanqing!"

Yuan Qing felt that he should look like a big brother. He coughed and said in a rough voice: "From today on, you will call me Brother Yuan Qing!"

"Why call your brother? Is it because you are taller than me?" She blinked her big eyes, looking dissatisfied.

"Niu Niu, Brother Yuanqing is two months older than you, so you should call him brother."

Chen Qiuniang brought out a basket of rice. Without firewood, she could not cook. Today she could only go to the kitchen to make a gang. She told her two children, "You guys just play in the yard and don't go out."

"Mom, I will take good care of him!"

The little girl pretended to be very sensible and promised that she would take good care of Yuan Qing. She tilted her head and thought about it, and said with a smile: "Let's compare, you know how to write, I will call you brother."

Yuan Qing thought to himself, "No, this little girl can write, right!"

He walked out of the room, found a thin branch, and then gathered some floating soil with his little hands, and wrote his name on it, "Yuan Qing".

He smiled and said, "This is my name, do you know it?"

"I know, my mother taught me that the New Year's Day is a celebration."

Yuan Qing immediately looked at her with admiration, and he handed her the branch, "Then can you write?"

The little girl's tender hand took the small branch, and then smoothed the dust with her small hand. She wrote two words "天子" on it, which were much more beautiful than Yuan Qing.

"This is my name, my father gave me. My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Chuchen."

Yuan Qing felt that the name looked familiar and seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. At this moment, a group of children suddenly ran up at the door, all of whom were four or five years old. He clapped his hands and danced and laughed at him, "Bad kid! Billegitimate kid!"

Niu Niu didn't understand what it means to have an illegitimate child, but Yuan Qing was angry and actually bullied him. The children in the inner courtyard were probably all brothers and brothers of his clan. This must be taught by their parents, and the children of the servants dare not call them this way.

When Yuan Qing saw that there was the tallest and fattest child in the middle, he counted him as he danced the most and could tell that he was the leader.

Yuan Qing slowly walked to the far door, and five or six children jumped around him, "Bad child! Billie!"

Repeat these three words forever, Yuan Qing took out a five-plant money from his pocket and changed a little trick to the fat child. The money suddenly disappeared from his hands. He was practicing this little trick along the way, and he was already very skilled.

Several children were stunned and opened their eyes wide. Yuan Qing took out the money and changed it to another time, and asked the fat child with a smile, "Did you see clearly?"

"No!" The fat child shook his head.

"Then you can get closer and look."

Yuan Qing put the money in his palm and pinched it. The fat child opened his eyes wide and came up. He wanted to take a closer look at how the money disappeared?

When the fat boy was only half a foot away from his hand, Yuan Qing suddenly punched him in the nose. Although the other person was small, he was strong. He punched him hard and slapped him hard on the other person's nose. He screamed, and the fat boy was knocked to the ground by him, and his nose bleeding was flowing out.

The fat boy was so scared that he cried, got up and ran away. As soon as he ran away, the other children ran away. Yuan Qing sneered and patted the dust on his palms. These little kids dared to fight with him!

Niu Niu ran up, her eyes wide open, and she looked at him with admiration, "Brother Yuanqing, you are so awesome!"

Beauty respects heroes, which have nothing to do with age, and comes from nature. They call out brother naturally.

Yuan Qing showed his face in front of the little beauty, feeling proud. He moved his wrist and smiled: "Beat these little kids and won't be able to win. What's the point? In the future, you can practice martial arts and be a female hero, as good as that."

Yuan Qing was suddenly stunned. He knew who the little girl in front of him was.

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[Thank you brothers for your rewards and recommendations and support. Lao Gao will work harder. During the new book, it is tentatively scheduled to have two chapters a day, 10 am and 7 pm. If you encounter major recommendations, you will have three chapters a day]

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