At the beginning of February, it was still cold in Beijing, and a heavy snow fell.
The servants of the Zhou family were busy sweeping away the snow on the road.
There were bouts of coughing in Mrs. Zhou's house, and when she opened the door, a strong smell of medicine hit her face.
"Madam." The servant knelt down and saluted, and handed over a name card, "The two daughters of Mr. Chen's family are here to see Mrs. Cheng."
Mrs. Zhou, who was on the couch being fed medicine by the girl, stretched out her hand to hold her chest.
"Don't tell me whoever is looking for her!" she said hoarsely.
The servant girl hurriedly responded and left in a hurry.
"It's the first lunar month now, and Mrs. Chen has recovered from her illness. Why do you want to keep her here? Or send her back." Mrs. Zhou said, looking at Mr. Zhou.
"I asked, but she won't leave." Mr. Zhou said lazily.
"This is our home, drive her away." Mrs. Zhou said angrily.
"Drive her away?" Mr. Zhou said, looking at his wife, "Do you believe it or not, if we say we drive her away, then she dares to go out and say she is cured and can come back to life?"
Mrs. Zhou gritted her teeth.
Mr. Zhou chuckled and twirled his short beard.
"Children's thoughts and calculations are clear," he said.
"I think we can't get her glory, and we won't get it anymore. Since she came, she hasn't done anything good at all, but it just made her a joke." Mrs. Zhou said angrily, "The old Shaanxi Zhou who was left behind by grandpa is called
After so many years, it’s good that she’s here, and in a month or two, she’ll be changed to Old Silly Zhou for us.”
Mr. Zhou's eyebrows twitched, his hand shook, and he pulled off a beard.
Old silly week…
"It's true that she can come back to life. Now it's just that she's sick, but it doesn't mean that it can't be cured. Since it's a disease, there will be times when she gets better. She can recover even if she's stupid. What's more, it's still a disease that can't be described. This
She knows it in her heart, we know it, and people outside also know it in their heart," he said.
Mrs. Zhou nodded slowly after hearing this.
What the woman said at that time was indeed that the disease could not be cured, not that it would not be cured in the future.
"Isn't she just angry? We are angry that we didn't take care of her earlier, so let her be angry, and she can't calm down? There are two in-laws, and she can't count on the Cheng family. Now that she has such ability, isn't it?
You want to get Qiao so that we can treat her better." Mr. Zhou said, beating his legs, "Besides, whatever the outside world likes to say, it is just a matter of reputation, and it is not a bad reputation for committing crimes.
It’s not a big deal.”
Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou felt her heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help but cough.
"Don't say this, don't say this," she said hurriedly.
Mr. Zhou looked over puzzled.
"Which one?" he asked.
Mrs. Zhou stroked her chest, and the girl beside her gave her some saliva before pressing down.
"Don't say it, it's okay. My heart beats so hard when you say this." She gasped, "Every time I say it's okay, it's okay, but the result is that we can't live in peace every time."
Master Zhou laughed.
"Isn't it all because of this thing? You look up to me, but I look down on you. I beg you, but if you don't beg me, it doesn't matter." He stood up, took some clothes off, and said with a smile.
Mrs. Zhou was busy and got up to see him off.
"What else can a woman do? If you have nothing to do, don't go to her. She will eat, drink, and use everything. Let her do whatever she likes. She can feel at ease, and you don't have to.
If you feel angry, the most important thing is to take good medicine and take care of yourself." Mr. Zhou continued.
Watching Mr. Zhou go out, Mrs. Zhou was leaning on the table, and the girls were busy beating their legs and backs.
"The people who went to Jiangzhou haven't come back yet?" Mrs. Zhou thought of something and asked again.
"I guess they are heading back," the servant girl replied.
Mrs. Zhou breathed out.
"This fifteen, go to Puxiu Temple and buy twenty more kilograms of sesame oil." She said, "to drive away evil spirits."
"Didn't Mrs. Cheng meet a real person? How about we go to Chongtao Temple?" the servant woman asked.
Mrs. Zhou suddenly became furious and threw the hand stove on the table in front of her.
"Who wants to burn it for her? They really sacrificed it for her!"
There was a cry of apology in the room.
In the room, Chen Danniang picked up the tea bowl and drank the last sip of tea. The tea bowl next to Chen Danniang was still untouched.
"Baba Niang, Mrs. Cheng will wake up soon." She sat down next to her sister, blinked and whispered.
Chen Shiba Niang smiled at her.
If it were someone else's house, even if the owner was sleeping, he would get up immediately, but Cheng Jiaoniang didn't. The owner was like this. If it were other times, the visitor would definitely feel that he was being slighted, or it was intentional. At this time,
Then he would get up and leave, or even stop interacting with her.
However, this woman may really be simply sleeping, just like a child who eats when she is hungry and sleeps when she is sleepy.
"Yes, I know." She whispered.
There was the sound of footsteps inside, Chen Danniang said to her sister that she was awake, Chen Shiba Niang smiled, and the two of them looked away and sat upright.
Dressed in loose clothes, the maid opened the curtain and walked over to Cheng Jiaoniang, who was wearing a robe with wide sleeves and a straight skirt. Her black hair was hanging down and she was not wearing any makeup.
After sitting down, everyone bowed.
"I hope you'll forgive me for coming here so rashly." Chen Shiba Niang said first.
"It's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, taking the water from the maid.
"Sister Cheng, are you feeling better?" Chen Danniang asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and said yes.
Chen Shiba Niang couldn't help but look at her and think of the arguments between her sisters at home, and what her grandfather said. In fact, this woman deliberately used this matter to avoid treatment. With such magical skills and such valuable money, why did she say she couldn't be treated without treatment?
Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes turned to her, and Chen Shiba'iang looked away in panic.
There was a bit of embarrassment in the room, but luckily Chen Danniang kept chattering away.
"Sister Cheng, it was Shiba Niang who asked me to bring her to see you." Danniang said, with a bit of pride as a child being valued.
Chen Shiba's face couldn't help but blush.
"Really?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her, "Why are you looking for me?"
Chen Shiba Niang was slightly panicked. What she said was too straightforward. How should I answer this?
She raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her with a blank expression, and slowly took a sip of water.
"I want to ask my lady to teach me calligraphy." Chen Shiba Niang gritted her teeth and said, lowering her head and saluting.
Inside the house, Chen Danniang and the maidservant were both surprised.
"Ba Niang, do you want to learn calligraphy with Sister Cheng?" she shouted.
"Yes." Chen Shiba Niang said her purpose and she was no longer restrained. She raised her head and looked at Cheng Jiao Niang and said, "Ba Shi Niang, I admire Mrs. Cheng's calligraphy, and I would like to take the liberty to teach you."
"Waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom in the mountain temple?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Chen Shiba Niang nodded.
"Yes, Madam's words have spread throughout the capital. If I hadn't heard Dan Niang mention it, I wouldn't have known that it was you who wrote it," she said.
The maid looked surprised. Those words spread throughout the capital?
She didn't know much about reading. At that time, she just thought it was very good, but she couldn't say how good it was.
But she knew that the world was in high demand for books. There were scholars in the Hanlin Academy and doctors in calligraphy in the Imperial College. The officials judged books based on the books. If nothing else, let’s talk about their family, because the father and son had disputes about books.
The old man loves books, but Master Zhang Chun doesn't like them very much. He thinks that books are used for writing. He feels that people's pursuit of books has caused writings to be attached to books. Therefore, what he requires of his disciples is that their regular calligraphy is beautiful, not that they are used for writing.
Gongshu Zhifeng Pavilion.
The fact that it spread throughout the capital shows that the lady's handwriting is very good.
"The writing style written by Niangzi is very different from the common regular cursive style. Each character seems to have its own style." Chen Shiba Niang said, "The character "Niangzishan" is written in running script, with a lying pen and a sharp edge.
It is very powerful. The character "Wait" is also written in running script, but it is simple and graceful. The character "Mei" is written in regular script, flowing like clouds and flowing water. The character "Open" is also written in cursive script. It has a nostalgic style, but it is also free and strong. These five characters, if you look closely, follow the style of Er Wang.
, combining the strengths of each school, the brushwork is full of flesh and bones, it is really exquisite."
Dan Niang had just begun to learn to read, and the maid had some knowledge of poetry. Chen Shiba Niang's words made them both confused.
After Chen Shiba Niang finished speaking, she looked at Cheng Jiao Niang with a bit of excitement, as if she had finished speaking a scripture smoothly and was waiting for her husband's judgment.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her.
"What you said is very good," she said, "but, what do you mean?"
