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Chapter 26 Thank you

In Xuanmiao Temple, Chunlan waved her hands impatiently.

"What else do you want to ask me about? As long as the things are delivered, just tell Qingmei that Chunlan has been here," she said.

The child is a little timid.

"Madam, I want to ask you, what is your name, who asked you to send it? Why did you send it?" She stammered to describe what she had just heard.

A fool is quite meddlesome and talkative. Chunlan shook her head.

"Why are you asking?" she said.

Who knew, the child was a little dazed.

"Sister, why don't you go in and give me a reply?" she said.

"I'm busy." Chunlan said impatiently, "I'm leaving."

I didn't understand what I was saying, how should I reply to that lady?

The child simply ran over and blocked the road.

"You, you'd better make it clear," she said.

Chunlan was very surprised and looked at the bold child in front of her.

"Hey, you are really..." She was speechless.

"The lady is asking. If I don't help her ask clearly, the master will scold me." The boy said, although he was a little timid, he looked persistent.

It is indeed troublesome to serve a fool.

Chunlan shook her head helplessly and had no choice but to follow the child in.

The door of the room was ajar, and a woman could be seen sitting inside, holding a book in her hand.

Book?

Chunlan was stunned for a moment and saw the woman looking up.

It turns out that she is so beautiful under the soap gauze.

Chunlan couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who asked you to give me something?"

Mumu's female voice sounded, bringing Chunlan back to her senses.

She subconsciously gave him a gift, just like when meeting other ladies in the family.

"It's the fourth young master in the family, and the third young master..." she said, without realizing the respect in her tone.

"Why?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

"Nothing else. I mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival and I'm thinking about my wife." Chunlan lowered her head and replied, "There are some dried fruits to eat, and some broken silver. The young master said that the weather is getting cold, so I will buy some more."

After saying this, the person in front of me fell silent.

Only then did Chunlan wake up from her gaffe.

This lady, no, is she stupid?

Why, I can't feel the slightest bit of stupidity.

She raised her head again and met Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes.

There was light and darkness inside and outside the door, and the pair of white and black eyes were particularly bright.

"So, thank you very much, I'll note it down." Cheng Jiaoniang said slowly, lowering her gaze and returning to the book.

Write down what? So what if you write it down?

Chunlan was stunned, and a little funny. Remember the kindness and repay it in the future?

Chunlan didn't see the girl when she left Xuanmiao Mountain. Instead, she met her when she was at Cheng's house.

Chunlan still didn't recognize this girl for a while. She had no contact with these low-level girls, but she heard the boy call out to Miss Banqin before she hurriedly looked over.

"So you're here." Chunlan said, looking at the girl, "If I had known, I wouldn't have made this trip."

The girl found out what was going on after asking, and thanked her gratefully.

"I didn't come to the house originally, but I was called over halfway and said that the second master wanted to see me for something," she said.

Chunlan said oh.

The two of them walked towards the inner courtyard together.

"Thank you to my sister for asking Brother Jin to send money last time. Thank you for taking care of me," the girl said.

She didn't know each other at first and didn't know what to say. Chunlan was stunned by these words.

"Brother Jin said thank you for taking care of me," she said.

"Brother Jin is very good. I can trust him to do those things," the girl said.

Chunlan was stunned for a moment and looked at the girl.

It was just a polite word, but why did this girl really mean that she took care of her?

They had already reached the intersection while they were talking. The girl bowed and said goodbye. Chunlan watched her go to the other side.

"Is it possible that it's all about her face?" she said to herself.

A girl who serves a fool?

Chunlan shook her head, if it was about face, it was also the face of the Cheng family.

"Sister, you are back. The young master is looking for that set of Dafu Mo."

As soon as we returned to the yard, a little girl shouted happily.

The Fourth Young Master loves ink, so Chunlan kept all these treasures. She smiled when she heard this, went to find them and took them into the study.

"Sir, the things have been sent over," Chunlan said.

Cheng Silang didn't understand what she said for a moment. He forgot what she said while drinking that day, and only remembered it after Chunlan reminded her.

"Okay, okay." He said nonchalantly.

Chunlan hesitated.

"I also met...the lady," she said.

This lady had no order in the family, and she didn't know her name. She didn't know how to call her for a while.

Cheng Silang sighed and focused on the calligraphy and painting in front of him.

"Madam, you can talk, and you are very good-looking." Chunlan said to herself, "If you didn't know better, you really don't look like an idiot."

Cheng Silang smiled.

"She is just mentally deficient, not in appearance." He said casually, "My uncle and aunt are not ugly at all. How come she doesn't look good?"

Chunlan said oh.

"Just now, the second master asked that lady's girl to come back to talk. I wonder what it was about?" she said.

"Whatever happens is also other people's business." Cheng Silang said, put away his pen and stood up and looked at Chunlan, "Grind the ink."

Chunlan hurriedly responded, concentrating on polishing the ink.

The girl here is sitting on her knees in the house. In front of her are Master Cheng and Mrs. Cheng. In addition, there is a pair of old servants kneeling on the porch outside the door. They can't hide their joy at this time.

"You want to give me away?" The girl looked shocked and a little panicked, "Master, madam, I made a mistake, please change. Don't give me away."

She kowtowed in panic and burst into tears.

"Silly boy, I'm sending you to live a good life." The old woman outside couldn't help but say, "Thank you quickly, sir and madam."

The girl is still panicked.

"You know that old man Zhang, he just wants to send you to his house." Mr. Cheng Er said, "It's rare that he likes your craftsmanship, so you go to his house to be a cook."

"My slave, my slave, I just want to serve you." The girl kowtowed and said.

"You stupid kid, have you become stupid after following that fool for a long time?" The old woman outside couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

Mr. Cheng Er coughed heavily.

The old woman kowtowed and shrank back, not daring to say anything.

"You don't know who this old man is, do you?" Mrs. Cheng Er said, looking at the girl in front of her.

With an unattractive appearance and dull temperament, this kind of girl will remain at home as a rough girl for the rest of her life, and then she will be the lowest rough lady for the rest of her life, just like the ecstatic old woman outside at this moment, and then

His children will repeat this fate.

"This old man Zhang is the father of the great scholar Zhang Chun. You may not know who Zhang Chun is, but out there, there is no one in the world who has the dignity and dignity to be an official who has studied and studied." Mrs. Cheng Er said, "

He established a sect with three thousand disciples, and the emperor also paid homage to him to learn from him. This is the famous Zhangjiang Prefecture. We have many people in Jiangzhou Prefecture, but he is the only one who can be called a person."

This humble old man turned out to be such a person!

Mrs. Cheng Er smiled slightly when she said this.

"Qingmei, are you willing or unwilling to go to a house like this and be a cook who is highly appreciated by the old man?" she asked. (To be continued)


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