If people have something to do, life will go by very quickly.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Yao Ruowei's mother Shi came. Zi Ling happened to be outside, so he accompanied her into the house.
Mother Shi entered the room and greeted Xu Chun with a smile: "Madam, how are you? Our lady asked me to come over and deliver some fruits to you."
She was carrying an exquisite food box in her hand, and no one else was following her.
"Mom, please sit down quickly," Xu Chunjun said with a smile, "How is the county master doing lately?"
"Okay, I just have to be busy. Firstly, the prince is celebrating his birthday, and secondly, it's the end of the year, so I have to make some arrangements to send some gifts to relatives and friends." Mother Shi replied.
"Isn't that right? I just asked Ziling to pack up some specialties here so that they can be sent back to Beijing." Xu Chunjun said.
"Madam and your Excellency are both from the capital, so there are naturally many relatives and friends there. Now that we are far apart and can't meet each other, why don't we prepare some gifts!"
"I see mom has lost some weight recently, but is the house too busy?" Zi Ling brought a cup of tea to Shi's mom and asked with a smile.
"It is true that I have lost some weight. It's just because my little grandson was sick a few days ago. I was busy taking care of him and couldn't eat or sleep well every day." Shi's mother said.
"People of the next generation are always more sensitive." Xu Chunjun said, "I remember that my mother can drink some wine. Qian'er, my parents' family sent a lot of things to you. There are a few bottles of Huiquan wine for you.
Take two bottles."
"Hey, you can't do that. I'm just an old woman, how can I deserve to drink such good wine? Madam, please keep it for the guests!" Shi's mother waved her hands after hearing this.
"I told my mother a long time ago that there is no need to be polite to us." Xu Chunjun said, "I will ask them to take it to you and put it in the car later."
Mother Shi is naturally very grateful.
Every time she comes to Xu Chunjun's place, she never goes back empty-handed, and therefore she feels that Xu Chunjun is a good person even more.
"Mom, it's a good time to come here today, otherwise I would have sent someone to find you." Xu Chunjun's originally fair and delicate cheeks had a few freckles due to her pregnancy, but they were not ugly, and instead gave her a bit of playfulness.
"What do you want me to do, madam?" Mother Shi asked hurriedly after hearing this.
"I have already done the work that the county master asked me to do." Xu Chunjun said with a smile, "Zi Ling, bring it over."
Zi Ling went behind the screen and came out after a while, holding two bundles in her hands, both of which were brought by Shi's mother before.
Put one of them on the table and open it. Inside are two pairs of new shoes.
Shi's mother saw it and said, "Hey, you, the eldest lady has made two pairs! Our lady said just make one pair."
Xu Chunjun said: "Although the county boss told me to just make one pair, I still made two pairs. The materials used are quite different. If the prince doesn't like that pair, there is this pair that can be replaced."
"Madam, you are such a considerate person, you think about everything so thoughtfully." Mother Shi said as she picked up two pairs of shoes made by Xu Chunjun, looked at them, touched them, and praised them, "Look at these
What a great job! It takes only half a month to come up with two pairs of shoes. It’s really hard work for me.”
"My skills are limited, but since the county boss trusts me, I have to try my best." Xu Chunjun said, "Mom, when you take it back, tell the county boss that the back heels of those two pairs of shoes are not locked.
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"Hey, hey!" Mother Shi agreed quickly, "I'll take it back and let the county owner sew it up himself."
Zi Ling took down the food box brought by Shi's mother, took out the snacks inside, and then filled it with some fruits from her house.
Ask Mama Shi to take it back later to avoid any lack of etiquette.
Here Mother Shi said a few more words before she stood up and left.
Zi Ling ordered a little girl to carry the food box, and she took two bags.
One of them contained two new pairs of shoes made by Xu Chunjun, and the other contained the old shoes of King Huaiyang.
Shi's mother came by carriage. Zi Ling put her on the carriage and helped her put her things away.
The carriage went out to a street, and Mother Shi said to the coachman: "Let's go to my house first, and then I will enter the house through the back door."
Their family lived on the back street of the palace, and they could reach the back door of the palace within a few dozen steps.
The courtyard where Yao Ruowei lives is at the back, so it is more convenient to go through the back door than the front door.
The coachman then drove the carriage directly to the door of Shi's mother's house, and Shi's mother got out of the car.
There was also a little girl in their family who hurriedly came out to greet him.
Mother Shi asked her to open the food box and gave the coachman some snacks.
She knew that Yao Ruowei wouldn't need these snacks, so she just divided them up.
Then he asked the little girl to carry the empty food box, and he came in through the back door carrying two bags.
At this time, Yao Ruowei had just returned to her room. Seeing that Shi's mother was back with a bundle in her hand, she asked, "What, is it done yet?"
Mother Shi smiled and said, "Didn't you do it? I even made two pairs!"
Yao Ruowei opened the bag and saw that both pairs were sleeping shoes.
One pair has Buddha blue uppers and moon white lining.
The other pair has smoke green uppers and cinnamon pink soft satin lining.
"This is the first time I've seen someone make shoes for men with pink linings." Yao Ruowei picked up the shoes and looked at them carefully, "but the colors look surprisingly good together.
Moreover, these shoes are really soft and light, so they will be extremely comfortable to wear.”
"The eldest lady of the Zheng family also said that if you make an extra pair, you can replace them." Mother Shi said.
"I'm afraid this Mrs. Zheng has a delicate heart. She can do everything better than you think." Yao Ruowei was extremely satisfied, "I wish I were half as smart and talented as her."
"According to the old slave, it is unnecessary. Although Mrs. Zheng is very smart and virtuous, she has suffered so much and been so tired when she has grown up. How can she be as blessed as you, Miss?" Shi.
Mom said.
"That's true. I heard that she is also a concubine! And she has lost her biological mother since she was a child. Besides, the Xu family's fortunes have declined greatly in the past few years. You don't need to think about it to know that it must be difficult." Yao Ruowei sighed.
"Madam Zheng also said that you, Miss, have to sew the heels of these two pairs of shoes yourself." Mother Shi said with a smile.
"That's right. Didn't I tell her to leave some needles for me before? At least I deserve a name." Yao Ruo smiled and asked Mother Shi to find needles and threads.
With just a few injections, she couldn't make a big mistake even if she was extra careful.
Every year on King Huaiyang’s birthday, most of the ladies in the family would give them needlework made by themselves.
They don't deliver the work one by one. On the morning of King Huaiyang's birthday, people from each room are sent to deliver the work. They are all placed there and are managed by specialized people.
When the time comes, if the prince likes it and wears it, he will ask who gave it to him.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the birthday of King Huaiyang, there was the biggest snowfall since the beginning of winter.
I don’t know if it was because of Zheng Wuji’s arrival this year. The King of Huaiyang had previously stated that he would not live until his birthday and would not accept birthday gifts from anyone.
However, Xu Chunjun still packed a few gifts and ordered them to be delivered.
They are all ordinary longevity peach and longevity noodles, plus two pieces of lining with flowers with the Chinese character "Fu Shou".
