"Ah, young master, you..." Wintersweet's face immediately resembled the daughter's red hanging on the bamboo pole in the dyeing workshop...
When the mute girl heard the voice, she knew that Mr. Zhang was coming. She didn't have time to go into the house to escape. When she heard the joke between Mr. and Lamei, she couldn't help laughing. When she was in Zhang Mansion, she was used to seeing Mr. Zhang talking to him like this.
The servants joked, as if the servants were not servants, but friends. Because of this, he was often beaten by Master Zhang, but he could never change his nature.
The mute girl smiled in her heart, flicked the tip of her pen, and the pink peach orchard she was going to draw became smudged...
I had no choice but to change it to pink rivers and mountains under the sunset...
"Yes, yes, dumb sister, your talent has been discovered by Miss Haitang..." The young master came over and saw the paintings she painted. They were no worse than the disciples trained by the professional masters.
"Did the young master come here because he wanted to drink chrysanthemum tea?" Haitang smiled and served it. Chatting with cynical people who play life will always make you feel relaxed.
"The one who knows me is none other than Miss Haitang." The young master took the teacup and passed it through his intestines.
"Actually, I just came here for one more thing, and that is to serve as an errand..." The young master finished drinking tea, walked around the courtyard a few times, and then calmly picked out the paper from his arms.
It contains the sizes and colors ordered by the girls from the second largest brothel in the county.
"It seems that the last batch of cloth was very popular, and the second order has arrived at the door..." Mr. Zhang deliberately held it high. When he heard that the order was coming, Lamei happily went up to grab it. She was not tall enough.
Young Master Zhang was tall, but she still couldn't reach it after jumping several times. It wasn't until Young Master Zhang saw that she was almost no longer interested in playing anymore that he gave it to her.
"Seven, eight, four, six..." Wintersweet only knew numbers, not colors. She read out all the words she knew. Her words were incoherent, like a child's babbling, which sounded quite interesting.
"Thank you, Master, for coming in person." Haitang added a cup of tea.
"My life is to run errands for the girls." Mr. Zhang said nonchalantly. "By the way, this brothel is very popular these days. The number of customers is soaring, like crucian carp crossing the river. I heard from my mother that all the beautiful girls are here.
I’m too tired to get out of bed.”
"What is the crucian carp crossing the river?" Lamei didn't hear the key point, and became entangled in this new word that she had heard for the first time.
"It's the crucian carp that is swimming and swimming across the river." Mr. Zhang said.
"Then why does the crucian carp swim across the river?" Lamei asked the question and then thought about it, "Oh, I know, it is afraid that the fishermen will catch it and eat it, so it swims farther away and hides."
"That makes sense, Lamei, you are really getting smarter and smarter." Mr. Zhang was embarrassed to say it and quickly took a sip of tea.
"Thank you Mr. Zhang for the compliment, I feel the same way." Wintersweet said happily, "Sister Haitang, I'm going to measure the cloth right now, and we'll send it over in the afternoon."
Haitang nodded in agreement, took the order, and marked each line with the color of the dye, a small dot, so that Lamei would know which color to cut by how many feet.
"Bring sample fabrics of our new colors and show them to them," Haitang warned.
"I know, Sister Haitang."
After drinking tea and cutting the cloth, Wintersweet and Begonia pushed the cart and headed for the county town with Mr. Zhang.
The mute girl is still painting on the handkerchief. The more she paints, the more flowers bloom in her heart.
Arriving at the entrance of the brothel and walking in, Haitang unexpectedly bumped into a familiar person.