When it was daylight, in the Zhang family's courtyard, the girl had already looked in front of the door several times.
"Banqin, what are you waiting for?" the old concierge asked curiously.
"Waiting for someone." The girl said, looking nervous and excited.
"It's still cold. Sister, go back and I'll tell you as soon as someone comes." The old concierge said with a smile.
The girl smiled sheepishly and thanked her.
"Sister Banqin."
A friendly voice came from behind.
When the girl turned around, two maids came over with smiles and took her arms.
"Good sister, you are here, we can find it easily." They laughed.
These are the two maids beside Mrs. Zhang. The girls are smiling in greeting.
"I wonder if you have some free time?" they asked.
The girl is the old man's maid and cook, but she is not the cook of the entire Zhang family. No one can order her except the old man.
"Don't know what to do?" she said with a slight smile.
This was a tactful rejection, but the two maids were not unhappy at all, and smiled more cordially, with a bit of pleading.
"Good sister, Mrs. Madam really liked the soup she had at Grandpa's place yesterday. I wonder if I can make another bowl of it if I have some free time?" they said.
The girl couldn't help but look back at the door.
"Whatever sister wants to do, just tell us to go." The two maids said immediately.
"No, no, let's do this." The girl thought for a while, "I will make snacks for the master later, and then I will make soup for the wife."
The two maids were overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
"Thank you sister, what can we do to help? Just give us instructions." They said in unison.
The girl pursed her lips and smiled.
"I still have a few plates of snacks left over there that are not well cooked and I don't like them. It's a pity to throw them away. Why don't you help me eat them?" she asked with a smile.
She is no longer the ordinary maid who no one looked at twice when she was in the Cheng family. Everyone listens to her words and laughs when she jokes. The eloquence and dexterity of the older girls that she once envied at home are now relaxed and comfortable.
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The two maids chuckled when they heard this.
Is it not cooked well? My grandpa doesn’t like it because he has a mouth. It doesn’t mean that this girl’s cooking is not good. People at home are waiting in line to eat the food cooked by my little chef.
"Sister Banqin, I have some good silk here. Can I make you a skirt?"
"Sister Banqin, I heard that you want to carry something home. My brother is just returning to the south. Let him carry it."
The two maids held the girl's hands, smiled happily, and hugged her in while chatting and laughing.
At this time, Cheng Jiaoniang had finished her breakfast, and her maid tied up her hair and inserted a small silver comb.
"Okay, she's pretty." The maid looked at it for a moment, then said with a smile, "Banqin won't complain that I didn't take good care of my wife."
Cheng Jiaoniang turned to look at her.
"What's your name?" she asked.
The maidservant was startled and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"My name is Banqin." She said, blinking her big eyes and looking confused, "Why don't you remember me?"
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't say anything, she looked at her and took a step forward.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and patted her heart, only to feel that her heart was still beating hard.
"Does anyone believe it? When my wife asked me what my name was, I was so frightened that I broke out in a sweat." She said to herself.
After saying that, I was startled again.
Why do you feel scared? Why do you feel so frightened when your wife asks this question?
Is there something bad...?
Looking at Cheng Jiaoniang who had already walked out the door, the maid suddenly didn't want to go out. It seemed that she would not be able to come back.
For the first time, she did not walk in front of the lady or follow closely behind her. She watched as the woman walked slowly but did not stop at all. She even walked out of sight without even turning her head.
The maid came back to her senses and hurriedly lifted her heels.
Outside the second door, the carriage was ready, and when he was about to get on, Liu Lang strode over, holding a three-foot-long recurve bow in his hand, and there was still steaming sweat on his forehead.
"Going out at this time?" he said with a sullen face.
The maid glanced at him and smiled.
"Sixth Young Master, will you send us there?" she asked.
Saturday Lang looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
The woman didn't even turn her eyes, as if she didn't even know anyone was coming.
"Where are you going?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her head and looked at him.
"Go and eat," she said.
Have a meal!
The time he thought he was flattering her, he invited her to dinner, but in the end, it turned out to be a big deal in front of Guan Gong.
She said this at this time, which was obviously a sarcastic rehash of old things.
Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and looked at her, threw his recurve bow over his shoulder, and strode past her.
At noon, when Mrs. Zhou was checking in on household affairs, there were many servants coming and going in the yard.
Hearing the footsteps inside the door, the maids outside opened the door, and several maids filed out.
"Call Yazi to come." The leading woman said.
Banqin, who was kneeling in the yard, raised his head in horror.
How could it be? How could this happen? Why should she be sold?
"Mom, Mom." She looked panicked and knelt forward, "I was wrong, hit me, scold me, punish me, don't, drive me away, don't drive me away."
The leading woman was a little impatient.
When the others saw this, they hurriedly waved their hands, and two servant girls stepped forward to hold Banqin up.
"Madam, madam, I was wrong. You can beat me, scold me, or punish me. Don't sell me, don't drive me away, I don't want to leave." Banqin struggled hard, pushed the two servants away and walked into the house.
Run away.
"What's going on? Madam is sick!" The woman in the corridor was furious and shouted, "Some trivial things will disturb you!"
The servant girl in the yard panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Banqin down, gagged her mouth three times and dragged her away.
I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go!
Banqin struggled to look at the door that was getting further and further away, reaching out in vain, her eyes blurred by tears.
At this time, in front of the Zhang family's house, the maid knocked on the door.
"Su Xin!" the old porter opened the door and shouted, but he saw the maid hurriedly waving her hands at him as if she was frightened.
"Uncle Lao Cai, my name is no longer Su Xin, please stop shouting." She hurriedly lowered her voice and looked back as if she was afraid of something.
The carriage stopped quietly.
The names of maids are mostly given by their masters. Each master has different preferences, so it is very common for them to change their names.
The old concierge nodded hurriedly.
"Then what's your name now?" he asked.
"Banqin." the maid said.
"Banqin?" The old concierge was stunned for a moment, "Are you looking for Banqin? Or is your name Banqin? Oh."
He suddenly realized again.
"Yes, yes, my grandpa replaced you. It turns out that Banqin is waiting for the master of your family, isn't it? Come on, come on." He said hurriedly, and called to the boy behind him, "Sister Banqin has been waiting for a while.
It's morning, go and tell her that someone is here."
The boy responded and ran away.
The maid was a little dumbfounded. She knew she couldn't explain it clearly, so she didn't explain it at all.
"Uncle Lao Cai, you go and inform me that my wife is here." She said, turning around quickly and walking towards the car.
Report directly, without saying whether the old lady saw him or not. How could he be so sure?
The old porter shook his head and asked someone to tell him as he was told. Sure enough, the maid here helped a woman wearing a cloak and a hood get out of the car, and many people came out.
The girl walked fast all the way, and when she reached the door, she stopped and her tears already fell down.
"Ms. Cheng, the old lady has ordered us to come in."
The woman in charge of entertaining guests at the old lady's side greeted him respectfully with a smile.
The girl stood behind them, watching the maid helping a woman walk through the door. Although the cloak covered almost her whole body and could not see anything, the girl almost stopped breathing for a moment.
She remembered the first time she met the lady, sitting by the couch with a dull look on her face. She remembered that she blamed herself for being stupid, and the lady comforted her with words. She remembered that she said she was willing to retreat and ask for her safety to accompany her to the Taoist temple.
"It's not impossible for a person to have everything he wants in his life."
The lady said this.
It turns out that this sentence was not just said casually, it turned out that the lady really meant what she said.
The lady gave her craftsmanship that was not dull, gave her food and drink, gave her fame, gave her status, and gave her everything she could get in life.
In this life, it is naturally possible for a person to do whatever he wants.
"Madam." She finally shouted, walked over quickly, kowtowed, and cried loudly on the ground.
This scene shocked everyone in front of the door.
The Zhang family's house is small, and the cries penetrated through the walls and reached Zhang Chun's study.
"What's going on?" Mr. Zhang, who was studying the scriptures, couldn't help but frown.
There are not many servants, wives, and girls in the house, and they are tolerant and benevolent. Not to mention crying, there are almost no quarrels in daily life.
When he was about to be asked, the crying could no longer be heard.
Zhang Chun shook his head, lowered his head and continued reading. (To be continued)
