The maid walked into the house, wrapped her cloak tightly and walked against the wind.
I met servants, women, and girls along the way, and they all gave way politely.
"Miss Banqin." Someone else was talking to her with a smile.
A girl turned from the side. I was walking with my head down. Suddenly I heard this sentence and subconsciously raised my head in response. I saw a handsome maid slowly walking over, and I was stunned for a moment.
"Is Miss Banqin going out?" a maid then spoke.
The maid responded with a smile on her face.
"Yes." She replied, looking at the servant girl again, "It's so cold, why is mom so busy?"
"Not busy, not busy." The servant girl smiled, then nodded hurriedly after realizing it, "Busy, busy, it's the Chinese New Year."
"Thank you for your hard work, Mom," the maid said with a smile.
The servant girl smiled happily and watched the maid turn around and walk away.
"Oh, this girl is so kind and cheerful." She sighed to the people on the side, "How can she not be as bad-tempered as they say?"
"Yes." Another girl also said, looking at the figure of the maid who had gone away, "I heard that she even dared to contradict the madam and the seventh lady. From this point of view, she is not weird or rude."
The maid stopped and looked back suddenly.
On the road, girls and servants were walking around in twos and threes, near and far.
However, the maid turned her eyes and looked at a girl walking not far away with her head lowered and her hands folded.
The girl seemed to be very cold, and her body shrank and shivered.
"This sister..." The maid looked at her and smiled slightly.
Before she finished speaking, the girl quickened her steps and passed her.
The maid shook her head, smiled, wrapped her cloak tightly around her, ignored it, and walked into the courtyard gate.
Banqin walked for a while and then carefully turned back. The door was already empty.
In the past, I would occasionally see figures in the night, and it turned out that this was my wife’s new half-qin.
It's really nice. He looks good and can talk...
Banqin stared blankly for a moment, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, lowered his head and hugged his shoulders, and slowly walked away.
There were several girls standing on the porch in the courtyard, and they all bowed to the maid when they saw them.
This is the new girl sent by Mrs. Zhou. It is a gift from the elders and cannot be refused. Cheng Jiaoniang keeps them all, but whether she uses them or not is another matter.
The maid greeted them with a smile, and the two girls rushed to open the door.
After the maid entered, needless to say, someone opened the door again.
In front of the screen, Cheng Jiaoniang leaned on a table and read a book.
"Madam, everything is done." The maid said, "The doctor took a look and found that there was no danger for his life. He also gave some money. The doctor said that he was suffering from a heart disease. Han Langjun also comforted him a few words. The man was then
It’s a bit better.”
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and put down the book.
"Did they remember you?" she asked.
The maid nodded.
"I talked a lot with that woman, and she must have remembered me." She said, "I followed Mr. Han, and she didn't doubt me. She believed in me."
"That's enough." Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said.
"Then, what will the lady do next?" the maid asked curiously.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at her.
"What's not to do?" she said, "No, it's all done?"
The maid was surprised and immediately stopped laughing.
"Madam, is that all?" she asked.
"That's just it." Cheng Jiaoniang said, nodding, "What else?"
The maid was speechless. Yes, otherwise, she pursed her lips and smiled.
"I want to listen to a book." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid responded and took the scroll.
"Last time I read..." she said to herself as she opened it.
"Before and after the Cold Food Festival, the lake was full of painted boats," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid nodded.
"My lady remembers so well." She smiled, turned to the page, and read aloud, "...connected end to end, like a pontoon. The first boat, the second boat, the third boat, the fourth boat, the fourth boat.
Five ships…”
On the thirtieth day, every household has entered the most important moment of celebrating the festival.
The male hosts asked to check the equipment for ancestor worship, and the hostesses checked the clothes of the children and wrote down the list of banquets for several days.
Young children and girls are waiting leisurely and excitedly for the arrival of the New Year.
Cheng Jiaoniang and her maid, who were leisurely but not excited, had already walked outside the door.
"Why are you going out at this time?" Mrs. Zhou who came after hearing the news said hurriedly, her expression no longer as gentle and gentle as the previous days, and her impatience could not be concealed, "Today is thirty, Jiaojiaoer, why are you going out again?
"
Cheng Jiaoniang turned around and looked at her without saying a word.
"Madam, today is thirty, so our lady is going out." The maid said, with a bit of surprise, "Madam, have you forgotten that my wife is not named Zhou, so how can we spend the thirtieth New Year's Eve at my grandfather's house?
?”
There is a rule that a daughter who is married outside cannot live in her natal family for over thirty years, but what about the granddaughter?
Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment.
"Although we are away from home, my wife still has to worship our ancestors during this new year." The maid said, "We also have a house in the capital, so we will go there to avoid causing confusion between the ancestors of the two families."
"But, how good is this?" Mrs. Zhou said, somewhat undecided.
Liu Lang had already heard the news and strode over. Without saying a word, he took the riding crop from the boy's hand.
"Mom, please go and do your business. I'll take her there," he said.
Go if you like. Anyway, it will do no good except causing chaos at home. Mrs. Zhou waved her hands angrily.
"Then, be careful out there, and just say whatever you need." She said.
There are now very few people in the noisy market. Occasionally, hurried pedestrians pass by carrying New Year's goods on their shoulders.
Zhou Lang reined in his horse and looked at the boy who opened the door and ran out after hearing the sound.
"My wife is back." He shouted loudly.
The door opened, and noisy chatter and laughter flowed out.
"Sister is back." Two other men came out, rubbing their hands and laughing, "We are stewing pig heads."
"Silangjun, Wulangjun, you actually know how to stew pig heads?" the maid said, very surprised, while helping Cheng Jiaoniang get out of the car.
"Yes, yes." The two men smiled and nodded, "Sister, come in quickly, it's cold outside."
Liu Lang stood aside, no one seemed to be able to see him, he was really just like a coachman.
When the people inside heard the news, a few more people ran out, and their sisters kept shouting.
Sister, brother, the shouting is quite affectionate...
Liu Lang looked at the men and women joking in front of him, sneered, and threw away the riding crop in his hand.
A man with sharp eyesight and quick hands stretched out his hand to catch it.
When the joking stopped, everyone looked over and saw that the young man had turned around and strode away along the way he came.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't seem to notice, and went in with her maid.
The men also came to their senses.
"I wonder who my sister's mother-in-law is. She is a handsome coachman..."
"Yes, he is young and has considerable arm strength. If it had been a spear, the throw he just made could have punched a hole in someone's body."
While talking in a low voice, he drove the carriage into the door, and a firecracker exploded inside the door.
"Brother Jin! No need to be naughty!"
The woman's scream sounded, adding a bit of vitality to the noisy courtyard.
The men looked at each other, laughed, and closed the door.
The peach charms engraved with the gods Tu and Yu Lei have been hung on the door, and the new red lanterns under the gate are swaying in the wind, all of which are festive. (To be continued)
