The spring rain is pouring, and the budding green flowers and plants in the house are becoming more and more green.
The girl hurried out of the kitchen holding a tray.
"Sister, let me hold the umbrella for you." Banqin said, hurriedly holding up the umbrella and following.
The two hurriedly walked through the gravel path and climbed up the steps. They closed their umbrellas under the corridor and opened the door.
"Madam, I'm done." The girl said.
The girl stepped in, Banqin lowered his head and closed the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw the girl put down the book in her hand.
She stood dazed outside the door for a moment, walked away a few steps, and stood on the porch watching the rain making a slight sound.
"Madam, how about this?"
"This, the fire is a bit strong."
"Oh, yes, yes, I made a note of my wife. I will try again later."
"This is well done."
"Really? Thank you, madam."
"Whatever you do to thank me is your own fault."
There were questions and answers in the room, and occasionally there was a girl giggling.
Banqin couldn't help but look back, with a complicated expression.
If it hadn't been for that time, I would have been the one joking with the lady at this moment.
There are no ifs in this world. This is already the case, so just cherish the present.
She took a deep breath, opened the door on the other side and walked in. She took out the washed and dried dress, lit charcoal and put it in the fire, slowly ironed, smoothed and folded it.
In the Zhang family's courtyard, the maid put away her umbrella, and several girls and servants in the corridor came over to welcome her with smiles.
"Sister Su Xin, why did it rain today?" they asked with a smile.
"Come and see the master." The maid smiled and walked towards the hall. She thought of something and turned back to tell her, "Call me Banqin."
The girls and servants looked at each other in confusion. Is the name Banqin nice? Why do both girls have this name?
In the hall, Mrs. Zhang put down the book in his hand and looked at the maid who was bowing and bowing.
"It's really rare that you still remember me as an old person." He smiled.
The maid also laughed.
"Master, what I said to you is so unkind." She smiled, reaching out to take out a thin book and pushing it over. "Not only does the servant care about the master, but the lady also remembers it."
Old Mrs. Zhang looked over with a smile.
This is a self-made book with some uneven edges.
"My wife specially wrote down the recipe of snacks for me to eat with tea." The maid said, "My wife said that my master doesn't want to eat, so he should eat small meals, drink more tea and less alcohol. These snacks are specially prepared for him. , it can relieve the great master’s vertigo.”
Old Mrs. Zhang laughed.
"Tell me, what do you want?" he asked.
The maid also laughed.
"There is a scholar who failed the exam this year and has always admired the master. My wife asked if I could ask the master to explain the book in detail," she said.
Mr. Zhang was a little curious and sat upright.
"Are you from the Cheng family?" he asked.
The maid shook her head.
"That's really strange. Your wife would still have such good intentions?" Old Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.
"Master." The maid shouted with a bit of disbelief, "My wife has always been very kind."
Old Mrs. Zhang laughed.
"Come here," he called.
The girl kneeling at the door of the house hurriedly answered yes.
"Go and talk to the master and ask him to give Su Xin a book." Mrs. Zhang said.
The girl responded, and the maid hurriedly got up after her.
"I'll go with you too. Even though it's because of you, the old lady, I still have to kowtow to thank you." She smiled.
Mrs. Zhang smiled and nodded.
"Take this and give it to the master so he can explain it to the kitchen," he said.
The girl answered and took the book.
Seeing the maid kowtow in thanks and stand up to leave in the corridor, Zhang Chun also stood up from the study.
"Master, this..." the girl asked, still holding the notebook handed over by the maid in her hand.
The paper is simply cut and trimmed, and there is no inscription on the cover. It is only seven or eight thin pages.
"Go to Madam and ask her to hand it over to the kitchen." Zhang Chun said without taking it over to look at it.
Mrs. Zhang Chun has a literate girl by her side, so she is not afraid of being unable to teach the cook how to cook.
The girl responded by saying goodbye.
The last days of winter have faded away, and the capital city in the rain has a unique flavor.
Although it was raining, the number of cars and horses at the city gate did not decrease, and there was a bustle of people going in and out of the city.
Because it was raining, Han Yuanchao and others did not ride horses, so they hired two cars, one for three people and one for the book boys, with their own horses accompanying them, carrying various specialties bought in the capital.
Compared with the high spirits they had when they arrived, the three of them looked a little lonely.
"No problem, no problem, come back in three years." Han Yuanchao smiled and comforted the other two.
"Yes, yes." A companion laughed, lifted the car curtain, stood up and looked out and back, "Take another look at the city gate."
The others all started laughing and were about to speak, when suddenly they heard a cry from their companion.
"Yuan Dynasty, someone is here to see you off." He said, pointing back.
The maid jumped out of the carriage and didn't bother to open the umbrella, panting a little.
"Han Langjun, you actually walked in the rain and almost missed it," she said.
Han Yuanchao was very surprised, and he couldn't say he was happy. In any case, although they had only met for a few days, they were still acquaintances in Beijing.
"How dare you come to see me off, sister?" he said with a smile and a salute.
"I came here specifically to give you a gift." The maid said, taking out a book from her arms.
Han Yuanchao reached out to take it with some confusion.
The Analects of Confucius.
It's not an unusual book, but it's not a block-printed book, but a hand-written version. The small regular script is regular and regular.
Han Yuanchao's eyes fell on the lower corner of the cover.
Jiangzhou, Ziran.
This is!
Han Yuanchao's expression changed drastically and he looked at the maid in disbelief.
The maid smiled at him and saluted him.
"My wife wishes you peace and prosperity," she said.
After saying that, without waiting for Han Yuanchao to speak again, he turned around and got into the carriage.
Han Yuan came to his senses and shouted several times, but still did not stop the carriage from going away. He held the book in his hand in a daze until raindrops fell on it, and then he quickly came back to his senses and wiped it distressedly.
Two companions gathered around and looked at the book in Han Yuanchao's hand in disbelief.
"Did Mr. Jiangzhou write it himself?"
"This, only Mr. Chen can get this, right?"
"No, no, that maid said she was a lady."
"I just said that I was planning to catch my son-in-law!"
"You didn't pass the exam, so you won't be caught?"
"Yuan Dynasty, you have to think carefully about your marriage after you return."
The two kept talking and laughing, Han Yuan smiled and shook his head.
"Don't talk nonsense." He said, "It's just a matter of justice."
"Yuan Chao, although you failed to get the first place in Beijing this time, you have gained a lot." His companion said with a complex look on his face, and reached out to pat Han Yuan Chao on the shoulder.
Suspected of being favored by Mr. Chen Shao and Chen Xianggong, I received Mr. Jiangzhou's personal commentary on the Analects of Confucius as a gift. Oh, by the way, there was also a share of shares in a certain restaurant.
"Just because you stepped forward and said a few words to the cook, you got such good luck. If I had known, I would have stood up first." The companions laughed.
"Sure enough, good people are rewarded. We won't dare to laugh at you for being such a fool for your righteousness!" Another one also laughed.
Han Yuanchao also smiled, smiling but also a little confused. He couldn't help but look at the city gate. The maid's carriage and horse had long since disappeared.
Is it just because of that moment of righteousness?
Sure enough, do good people get rewarded?
The maid jumped out of the carriage and ran into the yard.
"Sister Banqin," Brother Jin said, holding an umbrella for her.
The maid smiled and took a few steps into the corridor, only to see Banqin open the door and come out with a basin rag in his hand. Apparently he had just finished cleaning the room.
"Sister." Banqin saluted and said.
"Has the lady gone out?" the maid asked, looking inside.
"Yes, and..." Banqin said, but she really didn't know what to call her. That girl was also called Banqin.
"Go to the store with Sister Banqin." Brother Jin came to the rescue and said.
Although they are all Banqin, these Banqins should be able to understand which Banqin they are talking about.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Brother Jin felt dizzy.
"I'll go too," the maid said, and immediately turned around and said, "Car rental guy, come back."
Watching the maid leave, a trace of envy flashed in Banqin's eyes.
Both of them are doing things for the lady, but they are the only one...
She lowered her head and looked at the rag in her hand, and took another deep breath.
I'm doing something too!
"Brother Jin, can you help me burn some more charcoal?" She raised her head and said with a smile, "I want to iron my wife's bedding to prevent moisture from returning."
The isolated restaurant in the rain outside the city looks even more lonely.
In the empty hall, the low cushions were removed, and Xu Maoxiu and others sat opposite Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Is this a plaque to be added to the door?" Xu Maoxiu said as he took the banner pushed by Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
Xu Maoxiu unfolded it, and there was the word Taiping on the square paper.
"My writing was not good a few days ago, but after practicing for a few days, I can start writing it now," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Good words, good words." Xu Maoxiu said.
Fan Jianglin and other brothers also looked over. Although they couldn't understand, they all nodded in agreement.
"Also, please invite the cook." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Xu Bangchui, who was sitting at the end, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Li Dashao!"
Fan Jianglin glared at him.
"Why are you shouting? Keep your voice down, you will scare your sister." He whispered.
Xu Bangchui chuckled and turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang curled her lips at him.
"Huh?" Xu Bangchui said with eyes wide open, as if he had discovered something, "My sister is smiling better than before!"
Better than before?
What's the meaning?
Everyone couldn't help but look over.
Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes seemed a little surprised and confused, and then she smiled again.
The girl's face, which was originally dull and as if made of porcelain, suddenly softened, and the corners of her mouth and cheeks showed graceful arcs.
"Madam, you can laugh!" the girl on the side shouted, unable to hold back her tears, "Madam, you are feeling better again."
My sister spoke little and looked dull. Xu Maoxiu and others already knew that it was because of illness. They were puzzled that my sister could come back to life but was unable to do anything about her illness.
"That's great, my sister will get better soon." They all laughed.
"Yes, it will get better." Cheng Jiaoniang said, smiling again, "It's getting better and better."
Li Dashao in the backyard put his hand on his heart and swallowed.
"The boss is calling you, go quickly, what are you doing?" the old shopkeeper said.
"Brother, my boss, are you going to fire me?" Li Dashao said with a bitter face, "Look, this business is never going to work..."
"Business is not good because the popularity is not good. Back in Zuifenglou..." the old shopkeeper shook his head and said.
Li Dashao also shook his head and interrupted the old shopkeeper.
"You're here again, saying not to mention Zuifenglou all the time, Zuifenglou." He said, becoming happy again, "I shouldn't be able to fire me. If I want to fire me, I have to fire you first."
After saying that, he happily copied the front of his clothes and went away.
"What are you talking about!" the old shopkeeper snorted and shook his head, "Back in Zuifenglou, I fired you first and then me." (To be continued)
