Chapter two hundred and ninety-fifth God turtle although longevity
The entire Hou Mansion was rolling their eyes.
Zhu Ping'an returned to his guest room as if nothing had happened, despite the blank stares, washed up, laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, opened an ancient scroll, sat at his desk and started reading slowly.
As evening arrived, the sky slowly turned black and hazy, like a splash-ink painting, and the earth began to fall into a deep sleep.
However, the fifth lady's yard in the backyard of the Hou Mansion is indeed brightly lit, and maids are constantly coming and going. Under the guidance of the little maid Baozi and the two old ladies, the maids who are constantly coming and going are re-arranging the yard in an orderly manner. Potted plants are replaced, and women are dressing up.
The table was replaced, the bedding, etc. were all replaced.
The sixth lady of the Hou Mansion had already washed herself and was about to go to sleep, but she was attracted by the movement in the fifth sister's courtyard next door, so she sent her personal maid to inquire about it. The little maid came back soon and told the news one by one.
The report was given to Miss Six.
"The fifth lady disliked the rough material of the quilt, so she asked someone to change it to silk quilt."
"The fifth lady said that the style of the dressing table was too old and looked unsightly, so she had someone make a new one and send it over."
"The fifth lady said that the spices burning in the room smelled impure, so she had the incense burner and the spices replaced."
In Li Shu's yard, the little maid Baozi and the two old ladies directed the maids in the yard to work back and forth and rearranged the yard. Although the workload was heavy, it did not take much time. The reason was that the little maids came here to do their bidding.
Lao Mazi is special. It's very simple. Because Li Shu is generous, any maid or Lao Lama who comes here to move things as ordered will be rewarded with one or two silver coins.
Everyone can receive one tael of silver. Even the second-class maid in the Hou Mansion receives about this amount of money per month. The average little girl receives less than this amount.
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Therefore, the maids and old ladies from other courtyards actively came to Miss Fifth to wait for her orders.
So much so that a certain lady lost her temper because of the lack of manpower in the room.
"Miss, why should we give them free money? You are the master of this house. It is only natural to order them around."
Baozi's little maid Hua'er waited for the maids and old ladies in the yard to receive the rewards, and then left happily, pouting her little mouth in pain and complaining to her own lady.
"What is taken beforehand must be given beforehand."
Li Shu lazily leaned on the embroidered couch, with a pair of watery eyes dark and bright, and said lightly with the corners of her lips slightly raised.
When Baozi's little maid heard this, Baozi's face wrinkled up. She couldn't understand what her young lady meant. But she felt so profound.
It was late at night, and the noisy Hou Mansion returned to calm. Everyone except those on night watch had gone to sleep. However, the lights were still on somewhere in the guest room. From the silhouette of the window, it could be vaguely seen that someone in the guest room was still holding on to the book.
The next day, Zhu Pingan got up and washed as usual. After washing, he studied ink and practiced calligraphy. After writing two large characters, he heard the sound of the Hou Mansion gradually waking up. The servants and maids began to be busy again. Waiting for the masters to get up and wash up.
After Zhu Pingan finished practicing calligraphy, reading in the morning, and even writing a policy essay, a boy came over with this food box to deliver breakfast to Zhu Pingan. Although it was a little late, the food was of high quality.
, even I, a pseudo-aunt who is not taken seriously by the Hou family, has two meat and two vegetarian dishes for breakfast.
Not long after breakfast, another boy came over to report.
"The teacher who taught Young Master Yan Gong in the Hou Mansion had something to do at home yesterday, so he asked for a day off. Originally, Young Master Yan Zhou was supposed to teach Young Master Yan Gong. But yesterday Young Master Yan Zhou caught a cold when he got up at night, and the old lady was thinking
Mr. Zhu passed the imperial examination at a young age, so he thought that Mr. Zhu would urge Young Master Yan Gong to study hard for the time being. I don’t want you to worry too much, just urge Young Master Yan Gong to study hard and read. I hope you will never refuse."
When it comes to the offer, how can I refuse it? Besides, I have already eaten two meals from others, so how can I refuse it?
Besides, it’s just to urge you to read. It doesn’t affect your own reading.
So, Zhu Pingan packed up a few books and followed the boy to Li Yangong's study in the Hou Mansion. On the way, Zhu Pingan was still wondering who the young master Li Yangong was in the boy's mouth. Could it be that naughty boy?
Bar.
After arriving at the destination, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the provocative little chubby face in the study room. This damn Li Yangong was really such a naughty kid.
"Why are you here, you country bumpkin? I've already read a page of the book myself."
This naughty kid seems to have known that Zhu Pingan was coming for a long time. He was not surprised at all when he saw Zhu Pingan. When he opened his mouth, he spoke provocatively. He opened his mouth like a bumpkin and closed his mouth to criticize Zhu Pingan for coming too late.
This naughty child should be the type of devil in the Hou family. It can be seen from the figure of the boy who led Zhu Ping'an to the study and left in a hurry. He escaped so fast. He must have been spoiled by this naughty child.
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In the study room, only the naughty boy and Zhu Ping'an were left.
Zhu Pingan turned a blind eye to the naughty boy's provocation and walked into the study with a faint smile. There were only two seats in the study, facing each other. One was where the naughty boy was doing it, and the other was slightly higher opposite the naughty boy.
Well, this is the position of the teacher.
Zhu Pingan walked to the seat opposite and pretended to sit down.
The naughty kid opposite saw Zhu Pingan about to sit down, his fat face couldn't help grinning. But the next second, he saw Zhu Pingan stopped sitting down with a slight smile, and then turned around and sat down.
Remove the two nails placed on the seat.
Seeing this, the naughty boy let out a long frustrated sound.
Then, the frustrated voices of naughty children started to rise one after another. The bugs caught in the scroll, the ink spilled on the table, and the glue on the brush holder were all resolved one by one by Zhu Pingan calmly and calmly.
The naughty boy looked at Zhu Ping'an who was sitting opposite and reading seriously, gritting his teeth, with a fat face like a bulldog, as if he was always looking for an opportunity to take revenge.
Not long after, a boy came over and reported that the master of the Hou Mansion would be back at noon, and he would check the homework assigned to the naughty child ten days ago when he came back at noon.
The boy's words frightened the naughty child so much. His father was very strict. He had been playing around these days and had long forgotten his homework in Java. Mr. Teacher couldn't control it.
He, as a naughty boy, didn't even do the homework assigned ten days ago.
"The turtle has a long life"
So, after the boy left, the naughty boy didn't bother to trouble Zhu Ping'an. He picked up the book, shook his head with a fat face, and started to memorize it with bitterness and hatred.
Oh, Cao Cao's "The Turtle Sushou".
Looking at the naughty boy who was shaking his head and shaking his head to endorse the words, Zhu Pingan suddenly raised the corners of his lips. When the naughty boy had just memorized "The Turtle is Longevity", Zhu Pingan continued the little fat man's voice and started to recite it clearly.
, articulation is clear, catchy, and rhythmic.
"Although the turtle is thin, it still has some meat. Let's stew the soup first, and then eat the meat!"
Then, the naughty kid who had just memorized the beginning was so confused that he couldn't remember what the original text was, and his fat face was about to collapse.
So, the naughty kid started again, "The turtle is old"
"Although the turtle is thin, it still has some meat. Let's stew the soup first, and then nibble the meat!" Zhu Ping'an hooked up the corners of his lips again.
Do this three times.
When the naughty child endorsed the book again, he said, "Although the turtle is thin, it still has some meat. Let's stew the soup first, and then eat the meat."
Hearing this, Zhu Pingan nodded with satisfaction and looked at the naughty boy with encouraging eyes.
Then the naughty child went on the thin road of the turtle and never came back, stewing soup and chewing meat, unable to hold back. (To be continued.)