Half of the servants have a holiday, and the remaining half have to wait until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
The fireplace was lit in the living room, and Yun Qiao sat there reading a book. A lively servant wiped the tables and chairs and chatted with her.
She did answer questions and was not that aloof and unapproachable.
"You can also go and see the sacrifice, as long as you don't hold the bowl when burning incense," the servant said.
It is true that outsiders can be present when worshiping ancestors, such as servants who help in the ancestral hall and concubines at home. They can also be around.
The so-called "holding bowls" means that various sacrifices are needed to worship ancestors, some of which are edible, and are put in bowls. The female relatives have to offer them up, take them down, and repeat the cycle.
This requires your daughter-in-law or granddaughter to do this, and aunts and wives are not qualified.
However, there are too many concubines from rich families. They will all attend, but they are not qualified to hold the bowl.
The servant was kind-hearted, but she secretly mocked Yun Qiao for being the seventh master's concubine. Yun Qiao didn't bother to think about it, so she pretended not to understand.
"It's very cold to stand outside and my legs are sore." Yun Qiao said, "During the Chinese New Year in our country, a clan worships their ancestors together. When the year is good, there are thousands of people. I'm tired of seeing it."
The servants were from the city, their parents were born in the Xi family, and they had been working as servants since birth. However, when the democratic government came into being a few years ago, the Xi family burned their deeds of sale and turned them into employees.
Hearing that the squire's family had strict rules and a large number of clan members, but the servant had never seen it before, he asked Yun Qiao out of curiosity.
Yun Qiao chatted with them about ancestor worship and patiently explained to them the customs of ancestor worship in the countryside.
While they were talking lively, the phone in the living room rang.
The servant went to pick her up, and it was a very nice lady who asked: "Is Miss Yunqiao here?"
"Yes, wait a minute." The servant put down the phone and called Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao went to pick her up and it was Aunt Qian.
The servant was listening and heard Yun Qiao say: "...it might still snow, and it's inconvenient to go out and come back, so I won't go. I'll celebrate the New Year here just as well, don't worry."
"Are you a relative of Miss Yunqiao? I haven't heard that my wife has any relatives in Yancheng." The servant complained.
Yun Qiao said a few words and hung up the phone.
Then, Zhu Yucheng also called her and invited him to the Zhu family; maybe because he and his third aunt Tai didn't talk much, the third aunt of the Zhu family didn't know how to call her, so she called her again.
Within a short time, Yun Qiao answered three calls.
The servant looked on, thinking that Miss Yunqiao didn't go out much on weekdays, but she actually had a lot of friends.
They all invited her to spend the New Year.
Inviting her to celebrate the New Year at home means that it is not the men outside who admire her beauty, but an adult who treats her as a distinguished guest of the family.
After putting down the phone, she was a little tired from talking and planned to go upstairs to read a book, but the phone came to her mind again.
"Aunt Yun, do you remember me? My husband's surname is Ding, and he was on the cruise..." The young woman introduced herself.
Yun Qiao naturally remembered.
It was Ding Zicong's wife, the woman who lost two lives. Yun Qiao saved both her and her daughter.
"Have you returned to Yancheng?" Yun Qiao asked.
The woman said yes.
After a pause, the woman continued, "Where are you celebrating the New Year? Do you want to come home? My child and I should kowtow to you."
"There is no need to be so polite. You are my disciples and you should be taken care of by me."
After exchanging pleasantries with Mrs. Ding, Yun Qiao finally went upstairs.
As soon as she left, the two servants whispered to her: "I didn't expect that Miss Yun Qiao is quite popular."
"My wife doesn't even mention the poor relatives I don't know where."
"She is beautiful."
"Good-looking women age quickly and have a bad life. If we look at her in twenty years, she will definitely not be as good as our ninth lady."
The two servants felt that although Yun Qiao was beautiful, it was impossible for her to marry high and she would definitely suffer in the future.
Yun Qiao knew that she had become a topic of conversation for others, but she didn't care much.
Not long after she went upstairs, she thought about the phone call downstairs and decided to call Yun Qiao.
"...I'm Aunt Wen, tell Yun Qiao to get down and answer the phone!" Wen Luyao roared on the phone.
This voice is so familiar.
The servant bumped into Wen Luyao several times at the old lady's place and knew it was her; and hearing her calling herself this way, it was even more unmistakable.
The servant went to shout.
Yun Qiao went downstairs to pick her up, and the servant retreated to the small room. When he told the others about this, they were all surprised.
"The Wen family's aunt also called her." The servant clicked her tongue, "How do we know each other?"
Wen Luyao called Yun Qiao specifically and actually told her a very incredible thing.