Princess Xian frowned and thought for a long time and looked at her mother beside her, "I remember whether the seventh or third daughter-in-law was in poor health. She came to me to get medicine and asked me not to tell anyone."
Mrs. Wednesday's face immediately lowered her head and held the cup nervously.
The mother in charge was also stunned when asked, "This concubine never told me."
Princess Xian also began to think carefully, "I remember such a thing, but I just can't remember it," she said, looking at Mrs. Wednesday, "You should have an idea of whether it's you."
Mrs. Zhou quickly waved her hand, "It's not me, it's not me. My last pregnancy was three years ago. If you give it to me, the concubine will remember it."
Princess Xian said: "No matter what, with your face like this, you are still running around, even if you are not sick, you will be sick. Have you ever seen any pregnant woman running around in a carriage this month?"
Mrs. Zhou Zhou lowered her head and spoke out the words that the second wife had taught her long ago, "It's not impossible. My mother-in-law said that in the past, Princess Kang also had a big belly and took care of the affairs of the inner house. What's more, now she has five younger siblings to help with the affairs of the inner house.
"
Princess Xian sneered, "In the past, Princess Kang asked you to take it out because of the lack of manpower at home. It seems that I care about you, but you don't appreciate it. You still think it's my bowl of water that's unfair."
After speaking, Princess Xian looked at Yang Mo and said, "Lan Yatou also wants to mobilize manpower from the clan, and I have agreed."
Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou opened her mouth in surprise and suddenly broke into a sweat.
She hurried forward, but still fell behind Yang.
What should I do? How should I explain to the madam when I get home?
Why did Mr. Yang rush to mobilize manpower now? He must have heard some news and made deliberate arrangements. This Mr. Yang has such a dark heart.
Mrs. Zhou felt cold to her heart when she thought of this.
"Taifei, you have to help your daughter-in-law," Mrs. Zhou said. "We are setting up a porridge shed. Is there anything important that Grandma Ten has to do? Can't we wait a little longer?"
He said this as if her matter was very important.
Mrs. Zhou blinked her eyes and said, "We are doing a major job of saving people's lives. Grandma Shi is also compassionate and can't just watch the victims in the city starve to death."
Yang Mo didn't wait for Princess Xian to speak, "Third sister-in-law, my matter is more urgent. Giving porridge is a good thing, and what I want to do is also a good thing. Third sister-in-law can't just cover up other people's affairs with just one sentence, and just open her mouth and say something without asking the reason.
Jean, why should I let my third sister-in-law?"
Yang Mo said and looked at Mrs. Zhou with a smile, her eyes almost unblinking.
Yes, why should I let it go?
Mrs. Wednesday froze for a moment.
Princess Xian waved her sleeves when she heard this, "Then you do it. Once you've finished it, come to me and ask for help. Just ask me to level a bowl of water, and I'll do it." She then pointed at Mrs. Wednesday, "
One thing you have to remember clearly is that it is a good thing to do good deeds and accumulate merit, so don’t try to follow my example."
Mrs. Zhou said hurriedly: "How dare you? We have never done it."
"Never?" Princess Xian snorted coldly, "I won't talk about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things in the past. You know what kind of rice was sent to your family the year before last. I was afraid that eating it would harm others, so I took that rice.
After the replacement, I can clearly remember every account."
Mrs. Wednesday was immediately speechless.
Princess Xian waved her hand, "Go back, I'm tired too," she said, looking at Yang Mo, "Girl Lan, go and do your business too. I know what you have to do, so I can't delay."
Yang Mo nodded and helped Princess Xian into the inner room, then exited and went straight to Baohe Hall. Mrs. Zhou returned home and went straight into the second wife's room to tell her about Prince Xian's mansion.
"We don't know what Yang is going to do, so he is already one step ahead of us."
The second wife immediately threw the tea bowl in her hand on the table, "Ms. Yang, has she ever told me what she did? Logically speaking, I am always her elder, and every time she treats Princess Xian, she always lets Princess Xian know it."
Support her," he said, raising his head to look at Mrs. Wednesday, "Ignore her, see what tricks she can come up with, and we will do ours."
"Have you been to all those military generals' homes? Go to General Fan's house early tomorrow morning. As long as you get General Fan, you can talk about anything."
Mrs. Zhou hesitated, "If we use Chen rice at home, will Princess Xian find out?"
"I'm not afraid," the second wife said, "It just sounds nice on the surface. Whoever makes porridge without using old rice has not seen anything happen for many years. It doesn't matter how many of the victims die. Who knows whether they are sick or freezing to death?"
, the war is in chaos, who cares about the lives of those people."
What Mrs. Tai said was right. She was asked to take out the good rice and give it to those people. She really felt reluctant to part with it. Mrs. Wednesday nodded, "Those people can't tell what is good and what is bad. Besides, there are so many people."
Pile the rice and grain together, and no one knows which house sent it." In recent years, the clan has been giving out porridge, and this is what they did. Princess Xian's words were just to scare them.
"If you're afraid of adding less, that's it. Now that rice is so expensive, those people are reluctant to spend a lot of money. Everyone is doing it to save face..."
Mrs. Wednesday nodded hurriedly.
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Yang Mo returned to Baohetang and immediately asked shopkeeper Jiang, "How many medicinal materials and rice grains did you buy? Can you transport them there first?"
When Jiang Ping heard that the things were to be transported away, Jiang Ping's eyes immediately fell on Yang Mo, as if he was afraid that the tenth grandma would suddenly disappear from him.
Master Shi has told Grandma Ten to stay in Beijing and not go anywhere.
Shopkeeper Jiang looked at Jiang Ping, who stood next to him as straight as a door god, "The price of rice is expensive this year, so I won't buy much grain, but I can ship a batch there first, so I can make some calculations first."
The price of rice is so expensive, but Mrs. Zhou wants to build a porridge shed at this time, which is not like the style of the second old man and his family.
Yang Mo whispered to shopkeeper Jiang, "Did you notice that the second old man's family sent someone to buy rice?"
Shopkeeper Jiang nodded, "I heard some news, but the number of purchases was not large. The merchant originally wanted to use this to raise the price, but he did not increase the price."
The reason why the price was not raised was that the rice bought by the third lady was too little, which was nothing compared to them.
Yang Mo knew something in her mind, "Let's not worry about others, just do our own thing first."
Shopkeeper Jiang responded and just as he was about to leave the house, a servant came and said, "Mrs. Wen Zhenggong is here."
Yang Mo went to greet Mrs. Dong.
Sitting down in the inner room with Mrs. Dong, Mrs. Dong took a sip of tea before speaking, "Is there any news about Baoding from Grandma Ten?"
Yang Mo shook her head, "Not yet, and I don't know if the army has arrived in Baoding now."
Mrs. Dong frowned, and the wrinkles on her face became much deeper. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked very tired. She looked around and said, "What are you going to do, Grandma Shi? Are you going to move?"
Yang Mo said: "No, these things are going to be sent to Baoding for the wounded soldiers."
She didn't know how many times she cried at home. This time she came to Baohetang to inquire about news. She had originally thought about enduring it, but when she saw these things that were going to be sent to Baoding, Mrs. Dong thought of Dong Zhao and kept crying.
Luo Xiao said, "I couldn't hear any news at home. I don't know what to do. The Duke already left for Wubian a while ago, and we just sent the news out. I don't know when the Duke will come back."
Judging from Mrs. Dong's appearance, she must be troubled by more than just these things.
Yang Mo looked at Mei Xiang, who immediately took the servants out. When the room became quiet, Yang Mo asked, "Is there something on your mind, madam?"
Mrs. Dong wiped the corners of her eyes with silk, "I was really scared. I also dreamed that Zhao'er was seriously injured and covered with blood. I remembered the time when Grandma Shi saved Zhao'er and called me by Grandma Ten's name.
Wake up," he said after a pause, "I always wanted to come to Baohe Hall today."
See if there is still Yang Molan in Baohe Hall, the Yang Molan who can save Zhaoer from life and death.
See if Baohetang is different from other drug stores.
This way she can feel at ease.
Only then can he convince himself that even if Zhao'er is seriously injured, Yang Molan in Baohe Hall can save Zhao'er.
Yang Molan will definitely reach out to save Zhaoer. Even though she and the master have always been against Yang Molan, Zhaoer has helped Yang Molan and looks at the Buddha without looking at the monk's face...
Mrs. Dong now hopes that their family will have a close relationship with Yang Molan.
People are always like this. You don't know how precious that person is until you ask for help.
She's really short-sighted, and she's done so many things wrong.
"Grandma Ten," Mrs. Dong cried silently, "I know now that our Duke has a concubine outside, and the concubine has given birth to an heir. The Duke has kept these things tightly covered and will not let her go.
We know that this time when the Duke returned to Beijing, he and Zhao'er and his son always started to quarrel within a few words. I thought it was because I was dissatisfied with Zhao'er's behavior, but it turned out to be because of this...I was stupid enough to blame this.
Blame that, it turns out I didn’t figure it out, so Zhao’er was wronged, and I also...had no support.”
Yang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised, wondering why Mrs. Dong talked about this to her.
Unless they have a very close personal relationship, Mrs. Dong will not say anything.
She is not the person who has close contact with Mrs. Dong.
Yang Mo didn't understand, but Mrs. Dong knew it very well. At that time, she opposed the proposal of marriage to the Yang family. She resented Yang Molan many times and blamed Yang Molan for the separation between Zhaoer and the Duke and his son.
Only now did she realize that it was all because the Duke had a son, and his thoughts were no longer with her and Zhao'er.
"Don't worry, madam. The prince is always the blood of the Duke and will inherit the title in the future. No one can change this." Yang Mo comforted her softly.
Just as Yang Mo finished speaking, a voice came from outside, "Shopkeeper Jiang, please accept the rice we sent. Grandma Ten also used her own money to buy rice. Why can she accept Grandma Ten's rice but not ours?"
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"Even if the Yang family had some money in the past, they couldn't afford to use it like this. Rice, food, and medicinal materials don't require money. What do the ladies in the house do, and what does Grandma Shi do? How can a woman do this? What is money? Bah, excrement,
We old men still can’t figure this out, so don’t hang out on the streets from now on.”
Mrs. Dong immediately looked at Yang Mo.
The clan wives, however, don't always have the airs and are still busy in the medicine shop wearing weird clothes as before.
What are the ladies in the inner house doing?
Asking the servants to beat their legs, play leaf cards, quarrel, and talk about common things, what is Yang doing?