Xing'er was outside watching the excitement of Jia Yu Village. Hearing Jia Lian call him, he quickly trotted in.
Jia Lian frowned and asked Xing'er:
"Where did Qingwen's brother go? Why haven't we found out yet?"
When Xing'er heard about this, he said with a playful smile:
"Actually, on the day we were about to leave, I found out about it, but when I saw that the second master was busy, I didn't say anything."
"You monkey boy, you are causing trouble behind your back again, aren't you?"
When Xing'er saw Jia Lian's face sinking, he quickly smiled and said:
"Even if I lend you 18,000 courages, I won't dare to do mischief in front of the second master. That would be like a lightning strike from the sky.
That's it, last time I found out that after Qingwen sold herself, Qingwen's brother Feng Baozi took his father Feng Sanyou and moved away. The younger one gave a bounty to the neighbors, asking who could know.
If you have any news, I will give you money."
"Leopard? Qingwen's brother's name is "Leopard?"
Don’t you need to consider the surname when naming your child? Is a mad leopard more powerful than a mad dog?
Xing'er immediately guessed what Jia Lian was thinking and said with a smile:
"Betting on four identical numbers in the dice and adding a little bit to one is called a 'leopard', and the win is huge. I guess the old gambler, Lao Fengtou, is so anxious about losing that he can't wait to win a big 'leopard' to turn his money around."<
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It turns out that the worlds of gamblers are connected, and Jia Lian now believes that Wei Xiaobao will name his son "Wei Hutou" and "Wei Tongchui".
Xing'er looked at Jia Lian's face and continued to smile apologetically:
"Later, on the first day before we set off, his neighbor told me that not long after Feng Sanyou moved, he drank too much and fell into the river and drowned himself.
Feng Baozi had no worries, so he found a job cooking for the troupe. The troupe moved around, and there was no news about him."
Afraid that Jia Lian would blame him, Xing'er said again:
"The truth is, it's not that I didn't tell the second master, it's that I found out all my original plans and told the second master together.
Qingwen's brother said that he joined an opera troupe to cook, but coincidentally, the second master asked me to inquire about the second master Xiaoqiang who came to Gusu to purchase young actors. The younger brother also asked someone to help her, and soon she
Everyone has returned.
If the little one tells the second master together about the result, the second master will be happy and reward the little one with something. Wouldn’t it be honorable for the little one?”
When you talk about monkey cubs, your eloquent mouth is like eating monkey urine.
Jia Lian deliberately didn't speak. Sure enough, Xing'er continued:
"This little Qiang Erye is not an honest person.
He and Uncle Xiao Rong are like brothers. They grew up together since they were children. They are both shrewd people, good-looking, good at troubleshooting, and good at figuring out people's thoughts.
Mistress Lian still believed in them and always thought of them when she had good things to do. She even asked them to go to Purui where he was covered in excrement, and later even extorted fifty taels of silver from her.
When I came back to buy the actor and musical instruments, I asked for 30,000 taels of silver from home. How much is an unknown little actor worth? Can he use 20 taels of silver?"
Jia Lian nodded slightly:
"You kid, you're starting to show some promise."
Xing'er always opened a dyeing workshop for three points of color, and immediately said with a smile:
"Storytellers all say: 'Birds follow the phoenix and soar far away, and people accompany the virtuous and have high aspirations.' The younger one is following the second master and learning every day, how can he be useless?"
Jia Lian glanced sideways at Xing'er and asked by the way:
"Before I came with you, you followed Lai Da every day. What did you learn?"
Xing'er rolled his eyes and said with a smile:
"When the second master asks me, if I don't say something from the bottom of my heart, I will be beaten by thunder when I go out.
But the little one said something that was heartbreaking, and he was afraid that the second master would say, "You are talking about others behind their backs, and you don't know how to talk about me in the future." Then the little one would be like Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror - inside and outside.
Are you here?"
Jia Lian stood up and kicked Xing'er in the butt:
"Let's talk about it this time."
Xing'er received a kick and felt little pain. Seeing that Jia Lian's face was calm, he even said shamelessly:
"Okay, the little one can talk this time.
Anyway, this is what the second master said to force the child to say, and it is not just a random talk."
"Aren't you cheap?"
Jia Lian couldn't help but laugh.
When Xing'er saw it, he kicked his nose and face even more:
"It's a long story. How about the Second Master reward me by sitting on the floor?"
Jia Lian waved her hand for him to sit down, and picked up the oranges on the table and threw them into Xing'er's arms.
Xing'er was overjoyed and immediately said:
"The most powerful housekeeper Lai is his mother, Aunt Lai.
Aunt Lai has been serving the old lady for decades. Now she can even sit on a small stool in front of the old lady. She is the most honorable slave in our house.
Even if you want to sit on the ground in front of your master like this little one, you have to resort to cheating.
Aunt Lai has retired and returned home. In her own home, she is often served by several maids, just like an old feudal lord.
But as soon as she entered our house, Aunt Lai would always say, "We are the servants." Even when she saw Mr. Bao, she would immediately stand up and say hello. She knew the rules and etiquette, and coaxed the old lady around. As long as the old lady nodded, Lai Da became Lai Da's housekeeper. Later, he begged Lai Da Butler's son Lai Shangrong to be freed from slavery and went to school with his brothers to study. There was no other slave like him.
The family is blessed.
Butler Lai is always careful in his work. He doesn’t talk about other things, only what he sees with his own eyes.
Every night in our house, he would personally watch the sunset and then order the gate to be closed and no longer let people in or out. All people going in and out would go through the small corner door on the west side. He would check the number of people at night and send additional servants in the hall.
Watch out for thieves and robbers. He is indeed a very prudent person."
At this point, Xing'er stopped talking, looked at Jia Lian, and tried a sentence:
"There are no nice words to say next, why continue?"
Seeing Jia Lian getting up, Xing'er quickly stopped him:
"No, no, no, no, if you don't work, the second master will kick you again. I understand."
After a pause, he grinned and continued:
"Whether he is loyal or not, the little one is not a roundworm in his belly, so naturally he doesn't dare to guess wildly. It's just that the little one is also a slave. He knows how much money this slave can make in a month.
No matter how respectable his family is, how can he buy hundreds of acres of land in his hometown and a large house with three yards in the capital? Isn't there deductions and hiding places everywhere?
From a young age, I knew that he and Wu Xindeng had always had a very good personal relationship. Wu Xindeng was in charge of the money accounts. With these two people together, how could there be someone who couldn't make money? There was also Lin Zhixiao, who was also in the same group.
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They all pretend to be poor in front of their master, but in fact they are all rich men.
Let's talk about Lin Zhixiao. Now they, his wife, and their daughter Xiaohong are working in our house, and they have room and board here.
In fact, last year they bought a large courtyard with three entrances and a small garden outside Xuanwu Gate. Now the courtyard is rented out to a Beijing official, and they earn two hundred taels of silver a year from the rent alone."
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Just as I was talking about this, someone came from outside to report that there was a letter for Mr. Lian at the postal route.