Even though she was full of questions, she couldn't resist the overwhelming exhaustion. Minglan plunged into the soft and warm bed and fell asleep. She didn't dream anything this time. Brother Tuan sobbed quietly in her arms and fell asleep soon.

In the past, there were still tears on her little face, and while she was sleeping, her short fingers unconsciously hooked her mother's sleeves. [Ye*][*]

The two mothers slept in darkness and woke up at three quarters past noon, which was the auspicious time for the opening of the food market.

Brother Tuan suddenly became more sensible. He didn't cry or fuss after he woke up. Cuiwei fed him a bite, but she was wrapped tightly around Minglan. Anyone who hugged him was wary, and her little hands grasped her mother's clothes. Nai Manfu's affairs, etc.

Looking at Minglan, she had no choice but to coax Xiaopang and said: "Let's go see my sister. My sister's hand hurts very much. Can you go and help her with her breathing?"

Xiaopang opened his big black and white eyes. Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while, then nodded obediently, and was carried by Cuiwei to Sister Rong's resting place in the side room. Immediately, the stewards from all walks of life came forward hurriedly, waiting in the corridor in order, taking turns.

Report various matters.

A night of chaos and half a night of fire, the losses were not insignificant.

The old house was reimbursed 70% of the time, but fortunately the ancestral hall was safe and sound. The ancestors of the Gu family originally built it in a remote and moist place, and Minglan was quite knowledgeable. Unfortunately, the other side did not have such good luck, and the entire mountain forest was destroyed.

It is a pity that the red plum blossoms that have just bloomed, the peach trees that have just produced green and cute little fruits, and the rows of beautiful flower trees that Hua Da Yin moved here have all turned into charred wood.

While searching the forest, they also found several burnt corpses. Minglan was feeling sorry for the innocent people who were burned to death, so she angrily asked someone to wrap them up in a torn straw mat, along with the corpses of the thieves left outside the door.

, sent together to Shuntianfu Yamen.

Except for these two places, there was no major damage to the rest of Chengyuan - not counting that Mother Ge burned down half of the stove in her panic.

No matter how heavily damaged the houses or forests are, they are still dead things and will eventually be repaired. The real pity lies behind.

After careful investigation, there were a total of thirty-two casualties among the guards of the Hou Mansion that night, including fourteen with minor injuries and nine with serious injuries. The rest... had passed into the afterlife. Minglan sighed endlessly and ordered Hao Dacheng to bury the dead with a generous burial.

, and generously compensated his wife, children, children and the injured.

Every time Minglan said something, Xia He took up his pen and entered it into the book. The abacus on the side was crackling, and his face was even uglier than Minglan's - based on a rough estimate, the pension alone would cost tens of thousands of taels!

After all the stewards finished reporting and filed out, the green branches were as green as watermelon rinds. Minglan had no choice but to comfort her and comfort herself: "...If you think about it carefully, if no one had resisted desperately last night, we would have become ghosts!

Now that the rain has passed and the sky is clear, drink water without forgetting the man who dug the well, let alone chill the heart of the man below."

Lu Zhi nodded reluctantly.

Having said that, if you include the expenses for rebuilding the mansion in the future, almost half of the money Minglan has accumulated in the past few years due to her careful management of the house will be spent - oh shit, it's really as Brother Bohu said,

The wind blows the egg shells, and the wealth is gone and people are happy!

Minglan clutched her chest and felt distressed for a long time before she regained her composure. Before she could catch her breath, she saw the sun was setting in the west, and a report suddenly came from outside, saying that someone from the British government had come to deliver a message.

"The Zhang family was not attacked by thieves last night?" Minglan was shocked and confused after hearing the news.

The daughter-in-law who brought the report stood by the door and said in a loud voice: "That's right. The Zhang family was peaceful last night, so Mrs. Zhang didn't expect the situation in our house. As soon as she heard about it this morning, she hurriedly sent someone to say hello."

Minglan asked again: "What about my uncle's house?"

The daughter-in-law said: "The person who came to deliver the message said that the security outside is still tight right now, and there is no communication. The situation... can't be explained clearly."

Minglan was silent for a long time. The question that had been in her mind all night had an increasingly clear answer.

After that, she summoned several stewards from the outer courtyard for questioning and continued to manage the affairs. Tu Long came with a tired look and reported that the house had been cleaned up, and there were no traces of the thieves outside the front and back doors. Hao Dacheng and Liao Yong's family had assigned servants to tidy up the courtyard.

The house was like this... After being busy for more than an hour, Minglan finally got free. Thinking of Sister Rong, she quickly got up and asked someone to help her go to the side room to visit.

Just as she was about to step out the door, she saw Xiao Tao running back from outside, with honey in her mouth and a face that made people want to lick her. Minglan stopped and squinted, saying in a long voice: "You're back -? Mr. Shi Er is injured.

It’s such a good situation.”

Xiao Tao said half-wittedly: "Injuries? Oh... Brother Shitou only had a few cuts on his skin and flesh, but Uncle Tu said it's okay."

Minglan said angrily: "Then why did you delay your return until now?" The mistress had woken up and the directors had finished, but the personal maid was still nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Tao said embarrassedly: "Brother Shitou said... He said that last night was really scary, with blood splattering everywhere, and dead people on the ground at the front and back doors. His heart was pounding when he thought about it, and he was so scared that he didn't even dare to close his eyes and sleep!"

Lu Zhi, who was still checking accounts in the room, felt a chill and nearly fell into the inkstone. Xia He, who was supporting Ming Lan, was visibly shaken. He bit his lip to endure it again and again, and finally couldn't help it: "This

Do you believe it?"

Xiao Tao said blankly: "Brother Shitou, why did you lie to me?"

Xia He didn't have any plans and naturally blurted out: "I'm not afraid of killing people with a knife, how can I be afraid of nightmares! He's tricking you. He likes you and wants to stay with you for a while!"

Xiao Tao's face immediately blushed, and she gave her a gentle push with her strong, fat arms, and said coquettishly: "Oh, what do you like or dislike... you, you are so annoying!" She then said shyly to Minglan, "

Madam, I'm going to help Lu Zhi." Then he twisted his chubby body and walked into the house.

Xia He was pushed and staggered, and almost hit her head on the door frame. Minglan kindly helped her and said sympathetically: "Don't argue with this girl, and don't make fun of the Shi family. You are just holding your breath."

"

The young couple, one ignorant and fearless, the other extremely thick-skinned, were a match made in heaven. Minglan thought about it again, and if she didn't turn around, she would write to the Shi family couple, and they could prepare for the wedding after the baby was born.

Already.

Thinking that Xiaotao would marry Jianghuai, Minglan couldn't help but feel sad. She walked silently with her head lowered. After a few steps, she arrived at the side room, where she heard children's laughter faintly coming from inside.

Crossing the door and turning left, he walked into the back room and saw Sister Rong sitting on the bedside. On the inside of the bed was Brother Tuan with his fat legs crossed on her body. Outside was Sister Xian sitting on the edge of the bed. The window

Shao and Qiuniang sat on both sides of the small table. Cui's mother sat alone at the Ruyi round table, gently blowing on the dark medicine overnight, and had two small plum blossom-shaped plasters on her forehead that activate blood stasis and dissolve blood.

.

Seeing Minglan come in, everyone had different expressions. Qiuniang stood up with a smile and saluted. Unexpectedly, Mr. Shao got up faster than her, jumping up from his seat like a rabbit, with a look of fear on his face, as if he had died again.

Husband, Minglan nodded towards Qiuniang and walked straight to the bed without looking at Shao.

Sister Rong was looking at the decoction in Cui's mother's hand with a sad face. When she saw Minglan, she said happily: "Mom, you are here..." After saying that, she was about to get up. Minglan hurriedly stepped forward to hold her down and said softly.

"What are you doing when you get up? Lie down quickly." Then asked if the injury hurt and if there was any discomfort nearby. Sister Rong shook her head and said, "After taking the doctor's medicine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Minglan felt pity in her heart, thinking that when the effects of the medicine wore off, the pain would definitely be worse. She brushed the girl's thick forehead hair to take a look, and saw only two or three inches behind the forehead, a patch of scalp covered with dark green pungent ointment, as if

Seeing a bit of oozing blood, she sighed: "Thank you for having such good hair. If you had had less hair, how would you have been able to cover the injury? Alas, with such an injury, it will take half a year at least."

It’s not easy to wear a hairpin ring with gold beads, it will fall so heavy it will make your head hurt.”

Sister Rong touched her head and said carelessly: "Sister Xian said, it doesn't look good if I wear a ponytail in a ponytail anyway. I'll just wear it in an upright bun from now on. Didn't my mother just give me a box of fresh gauze palace flowers?"

, It’s okay.” Her face was rather heroic and upright, and every time she wore her bun in that kind of soft and coquettish bun, it was always awkward.

The topic came to Sister Xian, but she changed from her usual cheerful and shrewd appearance. She kept her head down since Minglan came in. After hearing these words, she raised her head slightly and glanced at Minglan cautiously.

Minglan stretched out her hand to caress the girl's face and said gently: "You two are just like sisters. I feel relieved when you are by Sister Rong's side to help me."

Sister Xian had tears in her eyes, a precocious shame on her childish face, and nodded gently. Shao on the side opened her mouth to speak, but when she met Minglan's cold eyes, she immediately became speechless. She wanted to say something apologetic.

, but it’s hard to say it in front of a room full of people.

Minglan turned back and picked up Sister Rong's gauze-wrapped left palm and looked at it carefully. Afterward, she inspected the thief's dagger and found that it was sharp. Fortunately, the girl had a strong personality and simply held it tightly in her stubborn anger.

If you hold the blade of the knife loose for a moment, the entire palm of your hand will be split apart when the blade slides.[~]

Even so, the blade of the knife still penetrated into the bones, and the skin and flesh were torn, which made Minglan terrified. According to the doctor, even if the wound is healed in the future, the palm of her hand may not be as flexible as before.

"When the martial law is lifted in a few days, I will write a letter to your husband. Fortunately, it is my left hand that is injured. Writing is not a problem, but embroidery... is so good..." A large embroidery is propped up on a square frame.

To do it, you need to needle with one hand and lower the needle with both hands, "It's impossible to say that Mrs. Hong won't be able to do her homework..."

Sister Rong was overjoyed and blurted out: "Really? I don't have to learn from Aunt Hong anymore? Oops..." Before she could finish her words, her head was poked by a finger after she was put down on the bed. Seeing that Sister Xian was so hard, she saw

Glancing at herself, Sister Rong understood what she was doing. She immediately lowered her head and said in a weak tone: "My daughter is very sorry that she failed my aunt's careful teachings."

Ming Lan was originally full of melancholy, but she couldn't help but burst into tears when she saw this situation.

The expressions change and become distorted, the tone becomes stiff, and the coordination is not coordinated. It is far from the smooth acting skills of the past. I think back when they were sisters fighting, even the last Rulan was far better than the two girls, let alone the drama.

Mo Lan and herself are at the bone level. Is it true that only through competition can progress be achieved?

When the two girls saw Minglan's joke, they both lowered their heads, full of shame and frustration. Minglan smiled and patted the girls' little faces: "Well, it's much better this way. It's a bit decent. I'll describe it to you later.

Look, sir."

As soon as he said this, the whole room laughed. Mother Cui stopped spooning the cold medicine, shook her head and smiled, Sister Xian fell happily on Sister Rong's shoulder, the two girls covered their mouths and whispered, Qiuniang stepped forward two steps

, jokingly said: "Madam, she knows that reading accounts and things like that won't be a problem for our eldest girl at all, only her needle-headed and thread-savvy mind is annoying!"

Minglan smiled and said: "Nvhong is a work of pleasure, nourishing one's character, and displaying women's virtues. Daughters like us don't necessarily have to practice to be good at it. Otherwise, what would the embroiderer do?"

What she said had a mature and prudent tone, and she felt quite pleased with herself. After thinking about it, she added, "Forget it about embroidery, but you have to be good at sewing." Then she turned to Qiuniang and said, "You have to work harder.

It’s up to you to teach me carefully and carefully.”

Sister Rong quickly nodded her head like a rattle. Sister Xian covered her mouth and scratched her face with her fingers and snickered. Qiuniang also expressed her position quickly: "Madam, don't worry, this is my duty."

This is actually inappropriate. A concubine's duty should be to serve men and ladies. However, today, she has consciously relied on her mother's identity.

Minglan smiled slightly and asked Cui's mother how the injury on her head was. Cui's mother kept saying, "It's okay."

Qiuniang was sleeping well, and she frowned when she saw Minglan, and added spontaneously: "After the doctor prescribed the medicine for Mother Cui, he said that it will be fine for now, and he will come back after a while to check."

Minglan nodded. In fact, according to her opinion, it was best to take a picture to be safe. But there were no X-rays these days, so she had to tell Mother Cui to rest more.

Seeing that she had been praised, Qiuniang worked harder and said, "I have already visited Aunt Mei at noon today, and she is sitting and breastfeeding her little brother. Both mothers are looking very good."

Minglan showed her face and said: "That's good, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain to Mr. Gongsun."

There was a big chaos last night, and almost everyone was affected. They were either frightened or tortured. Who knew that the most unharmed were Qiuniang and Ruomei, who were usually unreliable?

Since the two of them moved to the wing of Shaw's courtyard, they were actually very frightened.
To be continued...