A person who was used to being calm and calm became like this, which made the smile on Xia Zhaoyi's lips warmer.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the hairpin, then raised her head and looked back at the man in front of her, and said, "Sir, would you like to go in and talk?"
"Come on, come on." Mr. Yan Hui said hurriedly.
He stood up and closed the door, with a soft sound that filled the street with cold air.
The back hall is clean and spacious, with a soft mat spread on the floor and a small square table. On the table is a book, a pot of tea, a candlestick, and a pure copper incense burner. The light smoke curls up from the incense burner, which is the first-grade water.
"Where did you get this hairpin?" Mr. Yan Hui came over and asked.
"It belongs to an old friend," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile. "He has a good relationship with the owner of the hairpin. Before leaving, he asked me to bring this hairpin to find work here."
"Old friend? Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Male, he is the elder brother of my clan." Xia Zhaoyi replied.
"Then what you said before leaving...where did your brother go before he left?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and shook his head but said nothing.
Mr. Yan Hui paused slightly, and then smiled, with a little helplessness.
Yes, the people or things related to her, and they have a close friendship with her, must not be ordinary people. Most of these people are unwilling to reveal their whereabouts, so why ask so many questions, and what's the point of asking.
Moreover, this little girl is neither humble nor arrogant, decent and dignified, but the material of her clothes is really poor. Maybe something happened at home.
"That's all," Mr. Yan Hui said, "for the sake of this hairpin, I will take you in."
But the little girl shook her head again and said seriously: "No, sir, the reason why I showed you the hairpin is to tell you that I know what is done here, and the job I am looking for is not pouring tea and water.
I'm not here to serve dishes or wash dishes. I'm not here to ask you to take me in."
"Interesting," Mr. Yan Hui smiled, "Tell me, what do you know?"
Xia Zhaoyi pondered for a moment, and then said: "Can you show me all the orders here that exceed three hundred taels and have no one to take them?"
Mr. Yan Hui frowned. The little girl's previous words and deeds were really comforting, but now the tone of her mouth was three hundred taels, which made people feel unpleasant again. However, it may also be because she was born in a noble family.
, I have no idea about three hundred taels.
"Your name is Ali?" Mr. Yan Hui said.
"Pear of pear blossom."
"In this case, little girl Ali," Mr. Yan Hui said, "you can't accept this big order of three hundred taels. These orders can easily kill people, and it's easy to get involved in some disputes if you're not careful. I don't think so.
There are some fun jobs for you to do, can you write?"
Xia Zhaoyi sighed, feeling for the first time the difference in treatment between two generations.
In the previous life, because they had some friendship with her, Li Yanhui and Tang Luling came to see her again and again when they encountered difficult and troublesome orders. Once, they even went up to Liling. After climbing the mountain for two days, their hind legs became weak, but it was still her.
Send them down.
Of course, she didn't take any of those orders.
In her previous life, she was too busy, and her master wanted her to learn too many things. Whenever she had free time, she would think about going sightseeing, and she would not care about doing these errands for others.
But if she said she wanted those orders that cost thousands or twenty thousand taels, they would probably rush to deliver them. It was not like now, when she only wanted an order of three hundred taels, but she had to be carried away to write.
"That's it," Xia Zhaoyi said, "If that's the case, then I'm leaving."
Seeing that she was really about to leave, Mr. Yan Hui stopped her: "Wait a minute, are you leaving now? It's late at night, why don't you stay? Tomorrow I'll go find the people from the Mo Fang and the Bookstore.
We all know each other, so it won't be difficult to find a job for you."
"Is Mr. Tomorrow here?"
"I'll be here these days."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." After saying that, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand, "This hairpin..."
"Oh..." Mr. Yan Hui then remembered, looked down at the wooden hairpin, and reluctantly handed it over.
"I'll take my leave now," Xia Zhaoyi said after taking it, "I'll see you again tomorrow, sir."
Seeing the little girl put the hairpin in her sleeves and turned to leave, Mr. Yan Hui felt uncomfortable and hurriedly called her out: "Little girl Ah Li!"
Xia Zhaoyi stopped and asked, "What else can you do, sir?"
Mr. Yan Hui moved his lips, and then said: "No, it's nothing. It's just that this wooden hairpin belongs to my old friend. She didn't leave much in this world. This wooden hairpin... you keep it well.
Don't break it or make it old. Of course, if you want to sell it, you can, I'll give you three hundred taels."
Xia Zhaoyi laughed and wanted to say that this hairpin was not a valuable thing at all, but he swallowed the words.
After all, it was something that others liked and valued, so how could she use words to contradict it? Moreover, what others valued was not the value of the hairpin itself, but the friendship with the owner of the hairpin.
"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi responded, "Sir, don't go looking for the people in Mo Fang and Bookstore. I will come to see you tomorrow. I'll take my leave first."
She raised her hands and bowed, turned around and left.
Mr. Yan Hui watched her leave without any further obstruction. Thinking of the hairpin, he felt a little sad and became heavy and sad.
After a night, the sun rises into the sky.
Mr. Yan Hui specifically asked the store clerk to pay attention to a girl, but the girl did not appear for the whole day.
After nightfall, he couldn't calm down no matter what. He sat in front of the case and couldn't even read the book. He couldn't calm down.
Until there were three or four gentle knocks on the door, he hurriedly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and went to open the side door.
There is still this girl outside the door, with the same clothes and description as yesterday, but with an extra small bag in her hand.
"Little girl Ah Li." Mr. Yan Hui shouted, somewhat delighted.
"Mr. Yan Hui." The girl smiled lightly.
"Come on, come in and sit down."
Mr. Yan Hui closed the door and went back to the case. The girl had already taken off her shoes and sat down cross-legged. Watching him sit down, the girl said, "Mr., you didn't go to the Mo Fang and the Bookstore today, did you?"
"Not really, but I've found a pretty good job for you. If you do well, you can get five coins a month."
"That's indeed a lot," Xia Zhaoyi said sincerely, "Mr. Yan Hui is serious."
Five cents is really too much for a girl. A waiter in an ordinary restaurant may only have two cents in a more remote place. In a big place like the capital, a better one may only cost five cents.
"Well, little girl Ah Li, do you want to go and take a look? You can work as a steward at Shuiyue Hao in Fugui Embroidery Fang. Have you ever heard of Fugui Embroidery Fang?"
"Among the three major embroidery workshops in the world, it is the only private embroidery workshop that has nothing to do with the royal family." Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "Sir, you can actually arrange for me, a little girl, to be in charge. You are awesome, sir."
"Haha," Mr. Yan Hui laughed, "I am Qingque Pavilion, little girl Ali."
