Shan Ci looked at Shi An cautiously and expectantly, and handed over the cloak.
Shi'an was slightly surprised and said with a gentle smile: "You are serious." Then he put on his cloak, nodded and said: "I like it very much as a teacher."
The nervousness in Shan Ci's heart was finally gone, and her face flushed with joy, "If the master likes it, the disciple will be happy."
Shi'an gently brushed the snowflakes off Shanci's head and body, and said warmly: "Let's go back to the house."
Shan Ci said a cheerful "Hmm", put the basket on his back, and followed Shi An's steps to the inner courtyard.
Qingyu was coming out of the backyard with a few pieces of firewood in his arms. When he saw Shi'an and Shanci, he smiled and said hello.
"Want to light a fire?" Shi'an walked over.
Qingyu put the firewood in the shed next to the stove, "It's snowing, I want to warm some wine." Seeing Shi'an take off his cloak, he added: "This cloak is really nice." Then he looked at Shan Ci, as if
Xiao Feixiao: "You have good taste."
Shan Ci's heart skipped a beat. His uncle's brief glance made him feel as if he was being strangled. He didn't even dare to take another look. He took the cloak from Shi'an in a panic: "Master, I'll put it away."
In your room." He ran away in a flash.
Shi'an sighed with a smile, picked up three pieces of adobe bricks from the corner, laid them, and placed a broken iron pot on them. Then he skillfully placed firewood in the iron pot and lit a fire. Soon, the fire started.
Qingyu entered the house and came out after a while carrying a jug of wine.
The two sat by the fire, warming wine and chatting. As for Shanci, after putting down his cloak, he ran to meditate under the willow tree, but his mind was absent, and his mind was filled with the look in his eyes just now.
After dinner in such uneasiness, it was not until bedtime that he couldn't stand it anymore and hesitantly came to Shi'an's house.
"master..."
Shi'an didn't sleep at night, but sat on the bed and meditated. Hearing the shout outside the door, he smiled and said, "Come in."
Upon hearing the sound, Shan Ci opened the door and looked inside first. After seeing the master meditating on the bed, he slowly stepped into the room.
He came to the bedside. Only then did Shian open his eyes and asked softly: "What, do you have something to say to your teacher?"
Shan Ci hesitated for a moment, then said nervously, "Master, the cloak my disciple gave you..."
"You must have been saving for a long time." Shi'an smiled: "I know it, and I like it very much."
Shan Ci was startled at first, and then his face turned red. He gritted his teeth, then knelt down with a plop, took out a bunch of copper coins from his sleeve, and presented it respectfully.
"Master, my apprentice did something wrong. I deducted one hundred copper coins from the five hundred copper coins given by my uncle." Then he kowtowed, feeling quite self-blame:
"Disciple knows that he was wrong. I was just greedy for a moment, but now I know that I was wrong. Master, please... don't be angry with me, okay?"
Shan Ci looked at Shi An anxiously, fearing that he would see a look of disgust or anger on that gentle face.
Shi'an said slowly: "I'm very pleased that you can admit your mistake. I won't be angry with you, but you did something wrong after all, so I punish you to meditate under the willow tree for a night. I hope you will lead me."
As a warning, are you willing to accept it?"
The master was still smiling as before, without disgust, denunciation, blame, or disappointment. His good words had been tugging at his heart all afternoon, and he finally relaxed. He banged his head happily and kowtowed again, "Disciple is willing to accept the punishment."
Shi'an added: "In addition, you can give this money to those who do things tomorrow. This is what they deserve."
Shan Ci said yes again, and then respectfully stepped away.
After he walked out of the room and came under the willow tree, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he was extremely happy. Fortunately, he took the initiative to admit his mistake, otherwise the master might never love him as much as before. What he did
, must have been discovered by the good master, my uncle.
Thinking of this, Shan Ci sat down and meditated honestly. He wanted to practice hard and make his master happy so that he could completely forget his mistakes today.
...
After a snowfall, the weather became colder and colder. The cold wind mixed with ice and snow made people blind. However, in such cold conditions, there were still groups of people walking on the road despite the wind and snow.
Most of these people were women, young, middle-aged, and even old. They were in groups of three or five, all heading in the same direction.
In the howling cold wind, they could still faintly hear their cheerful chatter.
"Oh, Granny Zhang, you are so old and you still want to go?" a middle-aged woman with a cheerful voice said in a loud voice.
The old woman who was called Mrs. Zhang, although her hair was white, walked with energy. She laughed and said, "Although I am old, my hands are still strong, and I want to try it. There is no age limit on the job recruitment notice.
Hahaha."
Another young woman joined their conversation, "What did you bring?"
The cheerful woman patted the jar in her arms and said, "I brought meat sauce."
The old woman said: "What I brought is black soybean."
The young woman also said: "Then we all wear different clothes. I wear the wine."
He was a little worried and said: "I don't know if I can choose it. I heard that working in Juxianzhai, the wages are very generous, and the owner's family is also very good. It would be great if I can choose it. Everything now
Prices have increased, and the family is so poor that they can hardly take the blame, but they can have a job and make enough money to eat."
"There is still hope for recruiting a thousand people," the middle-aged woman said with relief.
The young woman smiled bitterly, raised her chin forward, and then raised her chin behind her: "Look how many people are here?
Who wouldn’t be desperate to enter the Juxianzhai seasoning shop? I wonder if everyone in the city who knows how to make condiments is here.”
The old woman had a good attitude, "Hey, don't worry, it will work or not, it all depends on what's in your jar. If it doesn't taste good, it's not unfair that you can't choose it. If it tastes good, you can definitely choose it."
When other people heard this, they thought it was reasonable. This is based on one's true ability. Whether it works or not depends on oneself.
"Speaking of which, Boss Zhu is really a good person. We people usually stay at home to look after our husbands and raise children. Who would have thought that we would have the opportunity to go out and look for work?
I regret now that I didn’t give Juxian Zhai a try when they were recruiting workers. I heard that the head chef of Juxian Zhai is still a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. Hey... She is a woman at such a young age, but she has made her mark.
My fame is really enviable."
Everyone else has heard about the master spoon of Juxianzhai. Because he is young and a girl, many women are envious of him.
It was also for this reason that after seeing the recruitment notice this time, they didn't even hesitate and applied directly.
...
A group of people were talking and laughing as they walked into the flavoring factory one after another. The moment they stepped through the door, they were instantly surrounded by warmth, dispelling the coldness all over their bodies.
Everyone was stunned from ear to ear. This was so amazing. There seemed to be two kinds of weather inside and outside the stadium.
And when they saw the place full of people queuing up to apply, everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly. There were so many people, it would be an exaggeration to say it was a sea of people.