Hua Xiaogu got her account book and blushed with embarrassment. Her handwriting was really not good-looking. After much hesitation, she shamelessly spread out the account book and explained each item to Mr. Tian and Tian Lanqing. Tian
The master doesn't care about Hua Xiaogu's handwriting. After all, the girl comes from a small place, and her parents left early. It's already very rare to be able to read and do arithmetic, so she can't be more demanding.
Mr. Tian listened carefully to Hua Xiaogu's explanation, and the more he listened, the more novel he felt. There were many ways of doing business that even he had never heard of, but the girl in front of him not only did it, but the effect was quite good. The three of them were there for a while.
The conversation was so lively that even Mrs. Tian, who occasionally brought in tea, fruit and tea, began to wonder.
After chatting for two hours, seeing the sun almost setting, Mrs. Tian ended the discussion with force. After all, Hua Xiaogu's disease had not been cured, so she couldn't take too much trouble.
It was late that day, so Hua Xiaogu planned to sleep in Dianjiang Pavilion. Early tomorrow morning, she and Tian Lanqing discussed it and went around various shops, and then she went back to live in that house.
The matter was Mrs. Tian's decision, and no one could tell her what to do, so it was decided as such.
That night, everyone in the Tian Mansion was enjoying themselves from top to bottom, but from another mansion in the capital, a man hurriedly walked out.
This man held a letter in his arms, and in a roundabout way, he arrived at the gate of the Capital Procuratorate in the moonlight. In the shadow next to the stone lion at the door, he handed the letter in his arms to another person...
Early the next morning, when the first ray of sunshine fell on the window sill of Dianjiang Pavilion, Hua Xiaogu was fully dressed and walked out of the house feeling refreshed and refreshed. Maybe a good mood will also affect the body. Today
Hua Xiaogu felt that his head felt much lighter, as if his illness had been cured.
She touched her empty belly, walked down the stairs, and looked outside to see what she could eat in the morning.
Yong'an had already gotten up early. He led the little white dog and walked around the garden in circles. Looking at his appearance, he would reach out and scratch his face from time to time.
"Eh? Yong'an, why is your face so red?" Hua Xiaogu walked forward and saw that Yong'an's face was a little abnormally red. From the nose down, it was not only very red, but also looked like he was scratching it from time to time.
Still itchy.
Yong'an raised his eyes and glanced at Hua Xiaogu, without replying, he just turned his head and continued to lead the dog meat around.
Baitao brought breakfast and placed it on the small table in the yard.
When she heard Hua Xiaogu's question, she chuckled.
"What, Sister Baitao, do you know what's going on?" Hua Xiaogu turned to ask Baitao.
Baitao endured it for a long time, but couldn't hold it back. Finally, she hugged her belly and laughed: "Him? Hahaha... I saw him sneaking into the kitchen early in the morning and rubbing his chin with ginger..."
Hua Xiaogu blinked in confusion, turned to look at Yong'an who rushed over to prevent Baitao from speaking, reached out and pinched his chin, and looked at him carefully: "What's wrong with you? Why are you rubbing your chin with ginger?"
Yong'an groaned and said nothing for a long time. In the end, he couldn't resist Hua Xiaogu's questioning gaze. He squatted down on the ground and hugged Gou Rou'er with his arms, and replied in a muffled voice: "I see that bald people rub their heads with ginger... say... say...
Hair grows quickly..."
"What does that have to do with you rubbing your chin with ginger?"
