Mrs. Zhou, who was coughing constantly in the back room, calmed down and walked out without the help of the maid.
How could a girl die?
What bad luck!
Not only do people bring dead people to their homes, there are also dead people in their own homes!
"What happened?" she asked, "How did you die? How could you die if you were fine?"
Slaves are objects and can be bought and sold. Slaves are also human beings. They will die and be injured naturally, but they cannot be executed at will by their masters. If you go to the government to make trouble, you have to pursue it. Although it will basically be ignored, it is still a trouble.
At that time, the Third Secretary-General Mao Wencai had a high status, but because he killed a maid with a stick, he was accused by the imperial censor and had to be sent away, ruining his promising future.
Why did so many troubles suddenly appear? Their life was originally very good!
It’s all since that woman entered the door...
A thought flashed through Mrs. Zhou's mind, but now is not the time to talk about it.
"Tell me, what's going on?" She looked at the maid and shouted again.
"Madam, madam, he hanged himself but he was found in time. He is not dead, not dead." The servant woman said hurriedly.
Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou were relieved that they were not dead, but they were also very angry.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Zhou asked.
"That's right, it's the girl who ruined Madam's clothes in the laundry room. I wanted to sell it, but I couldn't think of it anymore. I just hung up the beam while there was no one in the house. Fortunately, someone outside found it and saved her in time..."
The servant girl said.
Mrs. Zhou was furious when she heard this.
"Such a despicable servant, making a mistake is already a mistake, and she threatens to die!" she shouted.
"If you love it to death, if you can't die, throw it out to me, or something!" Mr. Zhou said, throwing away his sleeves and ignoring it.
There were many servants and girls gathered in the servants' room, chatting noisily, looking at the room here and pointing.
After a while, a girl came out carrying a girl.
"You are so capable, you actually dare to seek death."
"I wanted to hold on and not leave, but it's no use. The master asked me to throw it out..."
The servant girls were chattering freely and lively, but when they heard the girls behind scolding them, they turned around and were startled.
"Sixth Young Master!"
Everyone hurriedly made way with courtesy.
The boys and men carrying the door panel also stopped in a hurry.
Zhou Lang stepped forward.
"Are you still alive?" Zhou Lang said.
"Still alive, still alive," said the steward.
Standing in front of the door, looking down at the maid with messy hair, pale face, and dull eyes.
Suddenly, he couldn't remember how he looked when he first saw this maid.
Is it like this? Is it like this?
No one in the Zhou family even takes a second look at such a depressed girl. Why would he bring her back from Jiangzhou?
Is he blind?
"Seeking death?" He looked at the maid on the door panel and said slowly, "Trash!"
The voice slowly increased.
"waste!"
"waste!"
The maids came in and moved the tables in front of Cheng Jiaoniang. The rice bowls and plates on them had already been eaten clean.
"Madam." The maid held up a glass of water.
Cheng Jiaoniang took it, turned her head and raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and rinsed her mouth.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the girl who was busy in the kitchen came in again. This time, she was not bringing food, but various snacks.
"Madam, I remember that you like to eat Taiping steamed buns. Take a look at the new ones I have made." She knelt down and said with a bit of excitement and a bit of anxiety, "This is a white meat steamed bun, this is a vegetable steamed bun..."
The maid was on the other side, watching curiously, and looking at Cheng Jiaoniang from time to time.
Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes rested on a plate, but before she spoke, the maid hurriedly reached out to take the snack Cheng Jiaoniang was looking at and broke off a little.
"Madam, please try it." She said.
Cheng Jiaoniang reached out and took it and ate it.
The girl looked at her nervously.
"It still smells too good," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The girl suddenly looked uneasy and lowered her head.
"Hey, hey, little lady." Old Mrs. Zhang, who had been completely ignored, said, "That's about it. You're too picky. Let's see what you think."
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at the girl.
"You can't make steamed buns," she said.
Mr. Zhang shook his head, but the girl bowed her head and said yes.
"Yes, my maid is stupid." She said, her voice filled with fear but with unconcealed joy. She raised her head and pushed another snack over, "Madam, please try this. This is a dumpling I made with rice flour.
"
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at the maid, who looked at her expression carefully and did not take the initiative to take it this time.
Cheng Jiaoniang sat upright and looked at Mrs. Zhang.
"I've eaten." She said, thanked her, and then looked at the girl, "The food you cooked is very good. It's just a snack. It's just for satisfying hunger. It's dispensable. If you want to cook it well, you need to be more careful than eating."
Exquisite."
The girl nodded happily.
"Yes, my maid knows." She said, leaning down to salute, "Thank you, Madam, for your advice."
The maid looked surprised. She looked at the girl and then at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"What? Did your wife teach you this craft?" she couldn't help but ask.
The girl nodded.
"My maid didn't know anything before," she said, with tears in her eyes. "My lady taught me how to do this."
The maid couldn't help but look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Madam, do you still know how to do it?" she asked with a smile.
Cheng Jiaoniang remained silent.
"Okay, you two, please be quiet. No matter you are new or old, can any of you pour me a cup of tea?" Mrs. Zhang said, pretending to be annoyed.
The maid and the girl both laughed.
"I can't write poetry." Cheng Jiaoniang suddenly said.
Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then they realized that this was another answer to the maid's question.
Could it be that the silence just now was because I was going through the things in the world in my mind and trying to figure out what I could and could not do?
"My wife is the most powerful." The girl nodded and replied excitedly, breaking the silence.
"I've finished my meal." Cheng Jiaoniang said, sitting up straight, "It's time for me to say goodbye."
Mr. Zhang sat upright with a smile.
"Ms. Cheng, are you here for dinner?" he said with a smile.
"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the girl, "The food is not bad."
Mrs. Zhang looked a little proud.
"That's natural," he said.
"So, I want to borrow your girl for use." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, the maid also looked startled, and the girl was overjoyed.
"Madam, madam, are you going to take me back?" she blurted out.
Cheng Jiaoniang did not answer her and continued to look at Old Mrs. Zhang.
"Her, I'll give it to you." She pointed at the maid.
The maid's color changed.
She finally knew why the lady asked her name! She finally knew why she felt uneasy when she went out!
Lady!
"Madam, you don't want me anymore?" she shouted, reaching out to grab Cheng Jiaoniang's sleeves, leaning over and crying.
Zhang Chun in the study heard the sound of crying, frowned and put down the book in his hand.
What's going on today?
Not long after, he started crying twice.
"I can also cook, madam, if you teach me, I will definitely learn it." The maid held Cheng Jiaoniang's sleeve and cried.
The girl here had a complicated expression. She couldn't help but reach out and grab Cheng Jiaoniang's other sleeve. She seemed to be afraid that the lady would become soft-hearted after crying, so she regretted it again.
Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead.
"It's me who should cry now." He shook his head and smiled, "Have I reached the point where I am despised by this girl?"
Only then did the maid and the girl come to their senses, and they all leaned over to apologize to him.
"Master, Master, no." they choked and said.
The maid who had always been dexterous suddenly didn't know what to say, and the girl who was not good at speaking was even less able to speak.
"Okay, don't cry." Old Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, "Didn't you hear clearly? It's borrowing, it's exchange. If you borrow, you will return it, if you exchange it, you will exchange it."
At this he waved his hands.
"Don't even mention borrowing or exchanging. If you want to use it, just take it all and use it." He said, "Lest the one left behind be crying all the time and people think I treated the girl harshly."
The maid and the girl burst into laughter.
"Master." The two of them knelt down and grabbed his sleeves, "Master is the best."
Mrs. Zhang smiled and shook his head.
"Return it in one month." Cheng Jiaoniang said, thanked her again, and stood up to leave.
Mrs. Zhang nodded, did not ask her what she wanted to borrow, and stood up to see her off.
"By the way." He thought of something and called Cheng Jiaoniang again, "You just said that in this world, you only know how to write poetry?"
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and turned around slightly.
