When the sky was slightly bright, there was a lot of noise and frying in the second room!
Jiang Xiaosi was tossing and turning in the house for half the night last night, and now he was sleeping soundly. He didn't know that there was already a commotion in the lotus garden at the other end of the second room.
Mrs. Qiu got up to wash up, and then heard a report from her servants, saying that the second wife was making trouble in the garden and wanted to hang herself. She was looking for death and life.
Mrs. Qiu was shocked and hurriedly took people to the Hexiang Garden to find out what happened.
As for the old lady, she didn't dare to disturb her for the time being.
After all, the old man got so angry with the third master just yesterday, and Mrs. Qiu was worried that she would make the old lady angry again.
When they entered the gate of Lotus Garden, they saw Mrs. Jiang Yao wearing a middle coat and making a fuss about hitting her head against a tree. Seven or eight women and maids jumped on her and hugged her tightly.
In the cold and windy scene, Mr. Jiang Yao was wearing thin clothes but was sweating profusely.
The second master, Jiang Jixiang, was also disheveled and had only one boot on. He was screaming and roaring at the servants in the garden, as if he was crazy.
Several old ladies who were guarding the garden were being beaten on long benches, and the sound of crackling boards was thrilling.
The cries were mixed with the noise and shouts, and it really became a mess.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, you are finally here!" Jiang Yao took one look at Mrs. Qiu who was standing at the door, dumbfounded. She shook off the hands of the women and stumbled towards her.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I'm telling you, I can't live in this garden anymore! I can't live in it anymore!"
"What, what's going on? Tell me what you have to say!" Ms. Qiu was startled by the hysterical appearance of the couple and quickly comforted them softly.
Jiang Yao, on the other hand, acted like crazy. He bared his teeth and claws, clapped his hands and feet, beat his chest and cried loudly, "Sister-in-law! There was a thief in our house yesterday!"
"What?" Ms. Qiu was shocked and subconsciously replied, "How is that possible?"
The family has lived in the house for so many years, and no one has ever said they were robbed.
The Jiang family has a strict family tradition and cannot tolerate servants with unclean hands and feet. Last time, the old lady Zhang in the second brother and sister's room went to the warehouse to steal things, and then the whole family was sold.
"How can it be impossible? Sister-in-law, let me tell you, there is a thief in the house, a big thief!" Mrs. Jiang Yao danced and grabbed a piece of paper from a nun's hand, and stuffed it into Mrs. Qiu's hand.
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"Look, look, look."
"This big thief broke into my warehouse, stole all the gold and silver jewelry in my room, and even left a message for us!"
Qiu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the paper in his hand.
But I saw an incomprehensible picture drawn on a yellowish plain paper, with some large, crooked characters written next to it.
"Yan? Yan? Yan Guo?" Ms. Qiu looked a little confused. After thinking for a long time, an idea flashed through her and she exclaimed, "Yan Guo plucked her hair?"
"That's right! Looking at the writing, it's really worse than a three-year-old child."
Qiu twitched the corner of her mouth, and thought that was indeed the case. In fact, she didn't see the font of the word "pluck hair" at all, so she just read it based on the word "yanguo"...
This audacious thief must be uneducated and illiterate.
Looking at the painting above, I felt really embarrassed for him. The second master, Jiang Jixiang, spent a long time trying to figure it out on his own, and then compared it with the crooked line of characters next to it, and finally figured out that this should be a wild goose.
It’s just that the painting is so ugly that even my parents may not be able to stand it!