In the dusk, the sun hangs heavy and lifeless in the sky like an egg yolk that has been hatched for a while and has become bloodshot, but someone has broken the shell and forcibly stopped hatching.
Mrs. Song stood in front of the window, looking at the horizon with a heavy gaze, holding a fan in her left hand and picking at the surface of the fan unconsciously with her right hand. Next to her was a tall stack of account books, all of which had been checked and were about to be handed over. When she thought about this, she She no longer has the right to check these account books, and these account books can no longer obey her instructions, and she can't help but feel uncomfortable and empty.
Mrs. Lu stood aside in silence, watching Ms. Song dig a hole in the exquisite fan. She still refused to stop and continued to dig. She couldn't help but reminded: "Mother-in-law?"
"Did you dig it out for me?" Mrs. Song woke up with a start, smiled, raised the fan to face the light, looked at it, and continued to fan it: "So, Sanlang and Wulang have been doing it every day these days. With Lu Mian?"
Lu nodded: "There are also Qi Lang from the Lin family and Wu Xiang from the Wu family. They are the only ones who stay together all the time. Sometimes they eat outside." Ever since Lu Mian took out the drawing, every day He always had to spend half a day to find a craftsman and watch the craftsman make plows and seedling horses. So Lu Lun and Lu Jing both found excuses and followed Lu Yan every day. For some reason, Mr. Lu was uncharacteristically not doing anything. Instead of detaining the two of them from studying, they were allowed to run out with Lu Yan.
Mrs. Song said: "Liu Lang still refuses to stay with them?"
Speaking of this, Mrs. Lu was particularly surprised: "No. It's really strange to say that he is the second uncle's brother. How come he is not as willing to be close to the second uncle as the third uncle and the fifth uncle? What a fool. .”
Mrs. Song smiled faintly: "No matter who you are, your parents will always tell you that you are inferior to someone else. It is useless. No matter how close you are, you will not be able to get close to them. Besides, in his opinion, his second brother is ungrateful and abandoned them. How can we kiss people who feel sorry for them? Your third aunt is really good at raising people, she raised two and a half mutes."
Mrs. Lu smiled in agreement and said to herself that if her man was half as good at reading as Lu Yan, he wouldn't be so passive. But she didn't dare to say this.
Mrs. Song finished laughing and said again: "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"
Mrs. Lu became more energetic: "It's all done. Now most people in the family secretly believe that the third aunt is going to be in charge of the warehouse. This morning, Mrs. Meng even brought a basket of fresh cherries over. As soon as she took the lead, several of her subordinates who could not hold their breath followed her to please her, and they all accepted her one by one."
Mrs. Song burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her fan: "This Mrs. Meng has so many tricks up her sleeve."
Before he finished speaking, someone under the curtain laughed and said: "Madam, don't feel bad about that basket of cherries. I have brought you two baskets of cherries. They are all picked from my own garden and are as big as the tip of your thumb." , as sweet as honey.”
The curtain was lifted, and Mrs. Meng, who was so fat that she had squinted her eyes, walked in with a bamboo basket in one hand and smiled. Su Jin hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up and handed it to Mrs. Song to see. The cherries in the bamboo basket were indeed red and bright. Large, shiny and plump, and covered with cherry leaves. The cherry leaves are green and fresh, obviously they were picked from the tree not long ago.
Mrs. Song said with satisfaction: "Take it and wash it. I will borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and treat our Nanny Meng to eat cherries."
Mrs. Meng humbly said: "Oh, my wife, what you said is really embarrassing to me. You are my Buddha. Without you, I would not be where I am today." As she spoke, she clasped her hands together and bowed to Mrs. Song.
"You're just a talker and a pretentious old man!" Mrs. Song slapped her on the head with the tattered fan in her hand, pretended to be angry and complained, and motioned to the girl to bring her some tea.
Mrs. Meng refused to sit down and said: "How can I dare to sit in front of my wife?"
"Bah! If you don't sit down, get out!" Mrs. Song rarely showed a bit of casualness and aggressiveness that she didn't usually see. Mrs. Lu was not surprised, it was obvious that she had seen this side of her before.
Mrs. Meng then sat down with her body tilted, took the tea handed over by the girl, and said with a smile: "The one who ate the old slave's cherries praised it repeatedly and said it was sweet, and said that he would go to the old slave's cherry orchard the next day.
I also rewarded the old slave with a silver hairpin."
There was a bit of disdain in Mrs. Song's eyes: "She definitely believed it, didn't she?"
Mrs. Meng touched the silver hairpin on her bun and laughed: "I'm already asking the old slave about the customs."
Mrs. Song couldn't help but laugh sarcastically: "I'm afraid I can't wait any longer. I don't even know how many pounds I have, and I'm already as old as a dog."
Mrs. Meng drank the tea in her hand and stood up to say goodbye: "Madam, I have to deliver two more baskets of cherries before it gets dark."
Mrs. Song said again: "Have you prepared the thing I want?"
Mrs. Meng looked around, lowered her voice, made a trumpet shape with her hands, and said very carefully: "Catch them, there are ten of them in total. My kid is keeping them. When the time comes, you can send them in if you want them."
Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Go ahead. Be careful and don't show off your lies."
Mrs. Meng smiled: "That won't happen."
Seeing Mrs. Meng gone, Mrs. Song put her hand on the thick stack of account books and said, "Tomorrow, it's time to hand over these account books."
Mrs. Lu said with some worry: "Mother-in-law, what if grandpa doesn't follow our guess?"
Mrs. Song said firmly: "It's absolutely not wrong. In any case, I have been in charge of the family for so many years. One of them is a brother-in-law, and the other is a bride who has just entered the house. No matter how much you help me, you can't go beyond me. He
You still have to consider what your father-in-law and Da Lang think, there is a process."
"Oh." Mrs. Lu sighed and said, "I don't know when father-in-law and Dalang will come back?"
Mrs. Song said: "It should be soon. It has been several days since this letter was sent."
Just as he said this, he heard Aunt Xiao say happily: "Madam, the master and the master are back. Go ahead to the Juxian Pavilion to say hello to the old master. Please prepare some hot water. I need to take a bath."
Taking good care of one's own man is a big deal, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law put down other things in their hands and started busy separately.
But it was said that Mrs. Meng took a little girl and two baskets of cherries and went to Lin Yuzhen's yard first. When she arrived, she didn't go directly in. Instead, she waved a rough girl out and asked: "I have something to see my wife, Mrs.
Is there anyone else in the room?"
The rough girl smiled and said: "No, the second grandma and the second master have just invited An to leave. The eldest girl is accompanying them."
Mrs. Meng then took a basket of cherries from the little girl's hand and walked in with her body swaying: "Go and inform me that the cherries at my house are in season. Send a basket for my wife to have a taste."
Aunt Fang was standing in the yard watering the flowers. She stopped when she heard her voice, stepped forward to stop her, and said with a smile: "Hey, what kind of wind is blowing today? How did it blow you, Dagong Meng?"
Are you here?"
Mrs. Meng just pretended that she didn't understand the sarcasm in her words, and smiled cheekily: "We are servants. Aren't we weak-minded and have never had the chance to get close to my wife? While we have this little thing to cover our hands, we quickly give her
My wife sent it here. Sister, could you please go and pass the message for me?"
Aunt Fang curled her lips: "Just wait, I'll go talk to my wife."
Mrs. Meng stood obediently in the yard and looked around. She really felt that Lin Yuzhen's yard was much larger and more exquisite than the Song family's yard. It was no wonder that the Song family was unhappy.
Aunt Fang lifted the curtain halfway and stuck her head out: "From the Meng family, my wife wants you to come in."
Mrs. Meng hurriedly raised a smile, carried the bamboo basket in, handed the bamboo basket to Aunt Fang, and kowtowed heavily to Lin Yuzhen: "It's been a long time since I came to say hello to my wife, my wife is well."
Lin Yuzhen frowned, then smiled again: "Mother Meng, what are you doing? You did this salute as soon as you came in, but you offended me behind your back? Are you guilty?"
This eldest lady is as sharp as a knife when she speaks. Mrs. Meng murmured secretly, got up quickly, and said with a smile: "Madam, you are the master, and the slave is the slave. With just a lift of your foot, you can kill the slave."
How dare I offend you if I'm trampled to death? It's been a long time since I've been here. I'm afraid my wife won't remember me, so why don't I just kowtow and let you remember it?" He turned to Lu Yun and knelt down again: "Young lady will suffer too.
I pay my respects, old slave."
"Old man, what are you doing to shorten her life?" Lin Yuzhen stopped her and looked at the cherries in the basket: "Are they from your home?"
Mrs. Meng said: "Yes. I got up early and picked a few baskets, and sent them to the old man and the old lady first. I picked these in the afternoon, and sent them to the grandmother's room for a taste."
Lin Yuzhen said lazily: "You are interested." Aunt Fang brought out a box and said: "The candies in here are from my wife as a reward for you."
Mrs. Meng thanked me for the reward, but did not leave. She said with a smile, "Madam, if this old slave had any weak points in the past, it was all unintentional. Madam, please spare me a lot."
Lin Yuzhen raised her eyebrows and said, "You have found the wrong person. I don't care about anything, so you should talk to the person in charge."
Mrs. Meng whispered: "Madam, you are the one in charge. Apart from the old man and the old lady, you are the one."
Whether this is true or not, Lin Yuzhen likes to hear it, but she has always maintained her identity and has never been willing to hang out with these servants easily, so she waved her hand lazily: "Go and do your work. I'm going to rest.
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Mrs. Meng bowed respectfully and retreated backwards.
Lu Yundao said: "She seems to know the rules now." He then asked Aunt Fang, "Has she ever offended us? What is she going to do?"
Grandma Fang said: "She is a spirit. We are not like those poor people. She has no chance and has not offended us much. It's just that she has always followed the second wife. Maybe she heard something this time and was a little panicked."
Lu Yun frowned: "So, it's only been these two days?" Then he quickly went out and called Jian'er: "Go and see if Mrs. Meng went to the Second Mistress again?"
Jian'er received the order and hurriedly followed her out. She fell far behind Mrs. Meng and saw Mrs. Meng walking towards Lin Jinrong's yard.
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