"Young Master, is this person from Dong Yun's family?" Da Zhuang lowered his voice.

"Maybe it, I didn't... Look, that's Dong Yun!" Xiaoman was surprised. This is the case with the child. He either played or scattered or ignored me or I ignored you. When he met again for a few days, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Dong Yun also saw Xiaoman and yelled before he got off the car: "Li Mandou, Li Mandou!"

Xiaoman was furious, and the joy of reunion after a long separation disappeared. He grabbed Dazhuang's schoolbag and ran into Huang Xiucai's house angrily.

Dong Yun shouted proudly, like a big monkey, chasing him with his hands and feet. When he ran past Da Zhuang, he didn't take a look. Ersha chased him, stuffed his schoolbag, sighed, and looked up at Da Zhuang's surprised eyes.

"Hey, aren't you that so-and-so? The one who sells buns?"

"Yes, aren't you a fool?"

......

Today, Yan Xuehuai didn't go to the restaurant, so she followed Cai Bo to Shantang to pick people.

This was what Chai Yan told her that the good halls in the capital were already overcrowded, and most of them were homeless women and children due to war.

It seems that only Yan Xuehuai and Cai Bo are the most idle people living in the house in Qingping Lane. Everyone else is very busy, and even Xiaoman is very busy.

Yan Xuehuai is a man who doesn’t help him even if he falls into the oil bottle. He can’t rely on Cai Bo to take care of his huge house alone, let alone Xiaoman needs someone to take care of him when he comes back from school.

After discussing with Li Qiniang, Yan Xuehuai and Li Qiniang felt that it would be better to go to the Shantang to pick a few people instead of finding someone to buy someone.

When he arrived at Shantang, Yan Xuehuaicai understood that Chai Yan was overcrowded and crowded.

There are men and women, old and young, babies in cradles, and gray-haired elderly people.

The two monks in their early thirties who were receiving Yan Xuehuai and Caibo were nuns in their early thirties, and they were monks from Zhaoyun Temple.

Ci'en Temple is a place where the royal family members practice in the Qing Dynasty. After the emperor passed away, the palace servants who had positions in the palace but had no children would go to Ci'en Temple to practice. For ordinary people, Ci'en Temple is a mysterious place.

Ci'en Temple is on Xiaoting Mountain, and there is a nunnery at the foot of Xiaoting Mountain, that is Zhaoyun Temple.

The predecessor of Ci'en Temple was Zhaoyun Temple, which was later expanded into Ci'en Temple. Half of the original nuns in Zhaoyun Temple stayed in Ci'en Temple, and the other half went down the mountain to build Zhaoyun Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Ordinary people cannot enter Ci'en Temple without authorization, but they can come to Zhaoyun Temple. Things that are inconvenient to do in Ci'en Temple are also done by Zhaoyun Temple, such as giving porridge and medicine.

Zhaoyun Temple worships the great compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, who receives incense from all directions and ensures peace from all directions.

I heard that these two nuns were nuns and the masters of Zhaoyun Temple. Cai Bo deliberately lag a few steps behind and quietly told Yan Xuehuai about the relationship between Zhaoyun Temple and Ci'en Temple.

So when the two nuns asked about their purpose, Yan Xuehuai's attitude was even more respectful. He explained in detail his address and how to do his family's business. He also said that the family would find a few people to clean the yard to help with housework and take care of the children. The most important thing is that the family is apart from women and children, so they want women.

The two nuns nodded and took out one of the booklets. One of them took the booklet and called someone. After a while, more than twenty people were called over.

Yan Xuehuai didn't expect that so many people came, all of whom were women, the older ones were thirty or forty years old, and the younger ones were only 7 or 8 years old.

They all looked at Yan Xuehuai with pale faces and thin skin, fear and expectation.

Yan Xuehuai's eyes wandered on their faces. Suddenly, she saw a person standing on the far right, and suddenly she lowered her waist and quietly slipped away.

The man was wearing a dress that was invisible to see his original color, and his body was slender, like a young girl.

"Wait, that's what about you." Yan Xuehuai spoke.

The man paused, but did not look back.

Now Yan Xuehuai saw it clearly. Her hair was not covered with buns, and she was indeed a young girl.

"Don't you want to come to my house to work?" Yan Xuehuai asked.

Everyone looked at the girl, and the girl had to turn around. She was sixteen or seventeen years old, and although she was dressed in a shabby manner, she still couldn't hide her youth and prettyness.

Yan Xuehuai felt that she looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her.

At this time, the nun who had gone out to call people came over and said, "Xiaoying, why are you leaving?"

The nun was a little strange. When she went to call someone just now, she heard that there was a family who wanted to recruit maids and mothers who did housework and took care of their children. Others asked if it was a dead contract or a living contract. However, Xiaoying didn't say anything and was the first to run over. She ran very fast, afraid that she would take a step late and the job would be snatched away by someone else.

Why are you leaving now?

Xiaoying quickly explained: "I thought the good man was a farmer's family before, but I didn't expect that he was from the city. I was clumsy and could not do meticulous work, and I only know how to farm and raise pigs. I was worried that I would be taken over. When I got to the good man's family, I could not do any work."

The nun was still confused, but as a monk, she didn't ask any more. She just looked at Xiaoying deeply and said to Yan Xuehuai: "Since Xiaoying is not suitable, please ask the good guys to go and see other people again."

Yan Xuehuai frowned slightly. She felt that Xiaoying was a little weird, but she didn't have to ask this person. If Xiaoying wasn't sneaky, she wouldn't have noticed it.

Yan Xuehuai looked at these people one by one, then quietly asked the nuns, picked a few more satisfied people, and called them over to ask questions one by one.

Anyone who lives in a good hall, any experience is a bitter history. The listener is sad and the listener crys. Compared with them, if it were someone else, they might really cry.

But Yan Xuehuai was really not attentive. She looked at the eyes of these people when they looked at people and their attitude when they spoke.

A woman in her thirties, named Xia Erjie, was killed in battle, and the court gave her pension, but the eldest uncle took the pension away on the grounds that she had no son, and then hid it from her, and promised her twelve-year-old daughter to the landlord in the neighboring village as a concubine. Xia Erjie knelt at the yamen to call for justice because her daughter was still in the filial piety period, and the eldest uncle's family forced her niece to be a concubine. The newly appointed magistrate ruled that this marriage could not be counted. Although Xia Erjie saved her daughter, she offended all the relatives of her in-laws' family. The village was taking the lead and let her take her daughter as far as she could.

Xia Erjie took her daughter back to her parents' home. The next day, her sister-in-law brought an old widower to see her. Xia Erjie refused to agree. Her sister-in-law fell and beat her at home. Her brother had no choice but to say that she was incompetent and could not support her mother and daughter. If she didn't get married, she would go out and live alone.

As soon as Xia Erjie gritted her teeth, she took her daughter away from her parents' home, begged for food, and came to the capital.
Chapter completed!