Minglan has not always been so passive and lazy. I think she was also a hardworking and hardworking child in the past five lectures and four beauties. She wore a red scarf, joined the Young Pioneers, and joined the Communist Youth League. She was the first group of people every time. Although she had never been a class monitor since she was a child, she was often elected as a member of the committee. She won awards when she was a propaganda committee member. She led everyone to visit sick teachers when she was an organization committee member. She led everyone to read morning every day when she was an English class member. She also successfully organized one-stop copying homework activities. In addition to being a member of the fifth grade, she was basically a good student that teachers liked and trusted by classmates.

Unexpectedly, Minglan's fate plummeted. When she moved from Wang to Old Lady Sheng this time, there was only one Xiao Tao who was stupider than herself who was willing to go with her. When the other maids heard that they would follow her to the temple, they would either take illness or ask for leave. Otherwise, they would ask the family to give up their parents to give up their backs, and the mother would have been yelling that she was sore and back pain a few days ago.

"Xiao Tao, why are you willing to follow me?" Minglan asked hopefully.

"Can you... not follow?"

The world changes, a sense of emptiness of being down and down is coming towards me. Minglan held Xiaotao's hand and left in a dilemma. She felt that this was a crime of war. It was like you were assigned to a nepotist family business. No matter how hard you work, you are still a second-class citizen. Why do you have to make progress? Oh, let's go and see the new unit.

There are five upper rooms in the main room of the Antang, and the middle one is called Mingtang. On both sides are the top room and the second room. There are several Baoxias in front and behind for maids and mothers to live on duty. This is a typical ancient courtyard building. Mingtang is somewhat similar to a modern living room. The top room and the second room are leisure rooms or bedrooms. The old lady slept in the left top room by herself, and settled Minglan in the left second room because the middle is a pineapple wood carved inner fan, and Minglan lives in the place where Minglan lives is also called the Pear Blossom Cabinet.

The house mom just cleaned it up last night. The decoration was very simple and simple. They all used cool colors, stone blue, crow blue, navy blue... Only the warm room where Minglan slept in bright apricot yellow was used.

As soon as he settled down, Cuiping, the girl in the old lady's room, came to pass the message and said that the old lady wanted to see Minglan. Minglan followed her and saw the old lady wearing a thick brocade of eight black flowers, half lying on the kang. There was a volume of scriptures and several beads of sandalwood hanging on the kang, and a small white jade pendant with gold wire hooked clouds stood.

She saw Minglan and waved her to come over. Minglan asked her several times to ask her. She knew the etiquette first, and then stood consciously beside the kang and stood in front of the old lady at a 45-degree angle. She looked up and waited for the instruction. Mrs. Sheng saw her restrained look like a little adult, and she smiled and pulled her onto the kang. She said warmly: "You are the fourth child I have raised. The first three are not destined to be with me. So what do you do if you don't know? Let's talk, you don't have to be polite. You can say whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

Minglan opened her big eyes and nodded. She didn't intend to lie. Compared with these ancient women who had been in the inner house all their lives, her scheming was really not enough to carry her shoes.

"Have you read a book?" asked Old Mrs. Sheng.

Minglan shook her head and said in a low voice: "The eldest sister was going to teach me "Sound and Rhythm Enlightenment". As soon as she taught the first few sentences, she was locked up and embroidered her dowry. Liu's mother saw it very hard, and the eldest sister couldn't escape."

Old Mrs. Sheng's eyes flashed with a smile and asked again: "Can you know how to write?"

Minglan smiled bitterly in her heart. She could write it, but it was not certain here. So she whispered: "I only know a few words."

Old Mrs. Sheng asked Cuiping to bring up the paper and pen to Minglan to write a few. The ink had been grinding a long time ago. Minglan rolled up her sleeves on her short arm, stretched out her small palm, and pinched the pen slightly trembling. When she was a child, she spent two summer brush classes in the Youth Palace, and only learned a single hand of bad words and the way to hold the pen.

She used five short fingers to "press, press, hook, push, and press" and steadily held the pen, wrote a crooked word "man" on the plain paper, and then wrote a few simple words, "That's, no, already, etc.

When the old lady saw Minglan's gesture, she secretly praised it in her heart. Although the child was young, his arms and wrists were very straight, with his wrists hanging over his arms, his back was straight, and his eyes were focused. However, because he was weak, his words were not very elegant. Minglan finished all the two and three strokes he remembered, and finally wrote the ink tuans in a row. The old lady came over and carefully identified it. It turned out to be a word "sheng" with complex strokes.

"Who taught you how to write?" asked the old lady. She remembered that Aunt Wei was illiterate.

Minglan was sweating all over her head, and wiped her forehead with the back of her little hand and said, "It's the fifth sister, she taught me to trace the red color."

Old Mrs. Sheng laughed out loud: "Tell you how to trample on red? I'm afraid you're asking her to write, so she's going to be naughty."

Minglan blushed and didn't speak, thinking that these ancient women were so amazing.

"Who taught you the word "sheng"? It's not on the red tracing." The old lady pointed to the unrecognizable motuan.

Minglan thought for a while: "There are everywhere at home, on lanterns, seals and stickers, um... and on the elder sister's dowry box."

Old Mrs. Sheng nodded with satisfaction and touched Minglan's little face. She immediately frowned. Any child of this age who could eat enough would have a chubby cheek, but Minglan's little face could not be twisted, so she said with a stern face: "In the future, I have to eat well and take medicine for me, and I am not allowed to stay alone."

Minglan felt that she had to defend herself and whispered: "What I am eating never leaves rice, but she doesn't have meat."

Old Mrs. Sheng had a warm look, but she still had a stern face: "I heard that you often vomit medicine."

Minglan felt very unfair and kneaded the corner of her clothes and whispered: "I don't want to vomit, but my stomach doesn't listen to me, so I can't do anything about it. This...everyone who has vomited knows!"

The old lady smiled even more vigorously, she pulled Minglan's little hand open, helped her straighten the corners of her clothes, and said calmly: "Not only your belly doesn't listen to you, I'm afraid even your maid doesn't listen to you; I heard that only one little girl is following you this time?"

Old Mrs. Sheng was lonely for a long time, and she smiled one after another today and couldn't help but tease her. Unexpectedly, the thin little man in front of her answered seriously: "I heard from my elder sister that water flows to the lower part, but people are going to the higher part. No matter where I go, no one is willing to follow me."

"Then why are you willing to come? I'm vegetarian, there's no meat here." The old lady asked.

"What's the point of fighting without eating meat? Just eat with peace of mind." Minglan shook his head.

Tongyin was chic, Yu Yi was sad. The old lady looked at the little girl for a while, then shook her head, hugged Minglan and sighed: "There is only a handful of bones left, so let's eat meat."

In fact, the old lady said that they were all the same.

Old Mrs. Sheng pointed out a new old mother to Minglan. Her surname was Cui. She had a round face. She didn't talk much, but she looked very kind. She was very gentle when she hugged Minglan. The old lady saw that Xiao Tao and Minglan were both stupid and the master and servant, and gave Minglan a little girl Danju to Minglan. As soon as Danju came, Xiao Tao was immediately ashamed of herself. She was only one year older than Minglan, but she was steady and careful, taking care of Minglan's life. Xiao Tao bought it outside, but Danju gave birth to a family. Her mother was in charge of the farmland. Because there were many children in the family, her parents couldn't stand it, so she entered the mansion at a young age. Later, she was attracted by the mother in the house and picked her to serve her.

Old Mrs. Sheng was born in the Hou family. Although her life was simple, the rules were very strict. Every word and action had a fixed rule. The little maids and wives here looked more honest than elsewhere. Minglan was an adult soul and naturally would not act naughty and naughty. As soon as Cui's mother took over, she told Fang's mother that the sixth girl was kind and easy to serve.

Before going to bed at night, Danju had already warmed the quilt with a soup simmer. Minglan asked Cui's mother to change into her underwear, and she slid directly into the warm quilt. Then she patted her gently to coax her to sleep. When she was thirsty or wanted to make things convenient at night, Minglan called out and someone came to serve her. The next morning, as soon as Minglan opened her eyes, the warm towel was ready, and a cup of warm golden silk red date tea was covered in the warm cage. She first applied a towel slightly to her forehead and cheeks. After awakening, Cui's mother hugged Minglan, who was confused and drank it, then washed her face and dressed her hair. Xiao Danju served her clothes, buttoned, socks and shoes, and then went out to pay tribute to Old Mrs. Sheng.

A series of movements were flowing, naturally and properly, without any stiffness. Xiaotao was stunned by the side and could not get into the trap. Minglan had not yet come to her senses until she stood in front of the old lady's kang to salute. She felt that her stomach was warm and her body was thick. It was not uncomfortable to wake up early in the winter.

God Bodhisattva, Minglan has been here for so long and has enjoyed this honor of not having to move a finger for the first time. **, depravity, Minglan deeply repented of his decadent life.

After paying tribute to the old lady, the old lady hugged Minglan on the kang again and asked her to wait for everyone to come and pay tribute. Not long after, Wang brought the children with her children, and Mo Lan and Changfeng were missing in the middle. He said he was sick. Wang looked at him with concern. Minglan secretly looked at him and saw that the old lady's expression had not changed at all.

"I'm sick together, isn't it because of the cold? This disease is the most likely to spread. I have sent someone to hire a doctor. I just hope that the Buddha will bless you and that the two children will be fine if they have nothing to do." Wang said sadly.

Minglan quietly gave a thumbs up in her heart. Wang's acting skills have been good this year. She didn't know how to see her, but she thought Changfeng and Molan were born.

Old Mrs. Sheng suddenly said, "Let me go and have a look. If the two children are left together, they will easily get infected if they get sick. Brother Feng is older, so it is better to separate as soon as possible."

Wang was shocked, but he was happy. He was surprised that the old lady had not cared about this for many years. Why did she suddenly feel happy now? The old lady was happy that the old lady gave Aunt Lin a look, which was more righteous than her own. She hurriedly said: "What the old lady said is that Brother Feng and Sister Mo were the most favored by the master. This time they were sick together, so the master had to go and have a look."

Old Mrs. Sheng looked at her indifferently and lowered her head to drink tea. Wang smiled and turned to see Minglan. She was standing neatly in a new pink feathered jacket, and asked about her well-being for a few more words. Minglan talked about her feelings about moving to a new home, and Hualan made jokes a few more words. Everyone laughed happily for a while and then went back.

After the person left, Mother Fang immediately led a string of maids holding an octagonal food box from outside. She helped the old lady get off the kang by herself. Mother Cui led Minglan to the right side of the house and saw that the maids had already put the breakfast in the food box on a black painted hexagonal table with carved flowers. After the old lady sat down, Mother Cui carried Minglan to the round puncture. As soon as Minglan sat on the table, she jumped a lot - no, the bird gun changed the cannon!

A large table of rich red date paste cake, purple yam cake, a plate of steaming frosted millet cake, crispy and golden fried fried fruits, small buns covered in steamer, and a bowl of buckwheat skin wontons sprinkled with coriander. In front of them was the sweet and fragrant jujube-made rice porridge, and there were more than a dozen plates of pickled vegetables of various colors.

Minglan was a little stupid when she held the chopsticks. She was very impressed by the shabby breakfast in Antang. She looked up at the old lady and said softly: "...so much."

The old lady didn't even raise her eyes and began to savor the porridge. Mother Fang continued with a smile: "Yes, the old lady suddenly wanted to taste it today." She refused to listen after so many years of persuasion. Now she has been the blessing of the sixth girl. The old lady finally stopped living such a hard life.

Minglan was moved, and looked at the old lady again. Her mouth moved, lowered her head, looked up at her slightly, and said softly: "Thank you grandmother, granddaughter must eat more meat and grow a lot of meat for you."

When the old lady heard the first half of the sentence, she just smiled in her heart. When she heard the second half of the sentence, she couldn't help but smile, "Grow a lot of meat for you." Do she think she raised a pig? Fang's mother turned her head and covered her mouth and smiled.

After breakfast, the grandparents and grandchildren returned to the kang. Old Mrs. Sheng scooped out the "Three Character Classic" and asked Minglan to read a few sentences. Seeing how much she knew, Minglan scooped over with guilt and decided to slander herself. So she said: "Man's knife, the wood sheep, the wood pound, the wood pound, the wood primacy..."

The old lady almost sprayed a sip of tea and coughed several times. Minglan was startled and hurriedly walked around the kang to pat the old man's back and forth. While she was straightening, she asked in a naive and panic: "Old lady, did I read the wrong one?"

The old lady took several deep breaths before she recovered. She looked at her granddaughter with a confused look on her face and forced herself to say, "You read it very well, just a few words wrong. You might as well do it, just learn it slowly."

Only two of the twelve words are correct, with a accuracy rate of less than 20%. Minglan is very sad. Is it easy for her to pretend to be illiterate as a college student?

Minglan was not the only one sad that day. After Sheng Hong went home from the yamen in the evening, Wang immediately reported the original words of Mrs. Sheng and her own understanding. Sheng Hong didn't even change the official uniform, and went to Aunt Lin's place with a dark face. After closing the door, she didn't know what was happening inside. She could only vaguely hear crying, roaring, and crisp sounds of porcelain breaking...

About half an hour later, Sheng Hong's face turned blue. When the maid went in to serve, she found that Aunt Lin's room was in a mess. Aunt Lin was prostrating on the kang, and the begonia cried with rain and almost fainted.
Chapter completed!