Maybe Zhang Yunwei really thinks that the brother of the Wei family is good, or maybe he is really worried about Song Qinghuan's life-long affairs.
In short, it was not Song Qinghuan's turn to refuse at this time, and it was already confirmed.
Even though Song Qinghuan was no longer willing, he didn't say much more. After all, he just wanted to see him, and it was hard to say what would happen next, so he agreed without caring much.
Zhang Yunwei achieved the purpose of his trip and agreed with Song Qinghuan on the date of the flower party. Then he went with her to the powder shop in front of Liuzhu Street to check on the progress.
The idea of holding the flower party was Mrs. Cheng Enbo's idea for her. It turned out that when Zhang Yunwei was in the boudoir, she also met many noble ladies in the capital.
Although most married women are now mothers, they can take advantage of the housewarming ceremony to hold a flower party to make it lively, to connect and bond, to make some friends, to expand the social circle, even if they are familiar faces, it will not matter in the future.
Even if you don't make the list, it still counts as many paths.
The Zhang family also had a few brothers and sisters who were nowhere to be found, so they just took this opportunity to have a look at each other.
Zhang Yunwei just agreed, and thinking about the new shop that was about to open, he happened to take this opportunity to show off to everyone and solicit business.
A year ago, she received a letter from the Wei family and mentioned the brother of the Wei family. She wrote to explain the situation, and then the brother of the Wei family said that he wanted to go to Beijing to walk around.
I thought that if this could happen, this Huahui would kill three birds with one stone, and there would be nothing wrong with it.
Song Qinghuan didn't think as much as she thought. It was already late when the two of them visited the makeup store, and Brother Xu fell asleep in Zhang Yunwei's arms.
The two of them sat down in the room where Song Qinghuan usually took a break. Song Qinghuan frowned and said, "Sister said that our own snacks will be served at the flower party, and we will also use our own makeup as a return gift. I think it is very good."
"It's just that Jing Yu found out for me that the master who comes to the makeup shop is not very good-tempered. I haven't made time to go and meet him, and I don't know how capable that master is."
If you are of average ability, then the gift you send in return will be like a joke.
Zhang Yunwei didn't worry about these things before, but now when he heard it, he also frowned: "This is also a problem."
He added: "Go back and ask my mother and brother to see if they know anything. If it doesn't work, let's postpone the flower party. Since we want to do it, we must be the best, otherwise we will not be able to get up or down."
What are you doing with all your energy?"
Song Qinghuan responded: "That's the truth."
Zhang Yunwei didn't want to stay outside for too long with his children, so he went back after lunch.
When Song Qinghuan thought that the flower party in February was only a few days away, she suddenly felt the pressure doubled. After sitting for a while, she used Ta Xue to prepare things. She had to go to the hot-tempered master tomorrow.
The master Chen Er found was of a very good nature. It was said that his grandfather was a servant in the imperial palace and was quite capable.
In his generation, although he has not entered the palace, he is still arrogant.
Song Qinghuan asked Chu Yi to inquire about Master Niu, added a few more obeisances, and went to Niu's house on the outskirts of the city early the next morning.
The house made of bluestone bricks covers a large area, but it looks a bit disrepaired and has a somewhat decadent atmosphere.
Song Qinghuan was sitting on the carriage, raising the curtains and seeing the beautiful scene of Niu's house, it made her think of the Qibei Houfu, which was getting worse every year.
Song Dashan carried the gifts and went to knock on the door with a smile on his face. The person who opened the door was a seven or eight-year-old girl with big watery eyes. When he saw the stranger, he subconsciously took two steps back and asked timidly: "Who are you?"
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Seeing that it was a little girl, Song Dashan was afraid of scaring others, so he smiled warmly, bent down and asked her: "We are from the Song family. Is Master Niu at home? We came here specially to visit him."
The little girl responded with a shout, and closed the courtyard door with great effort. After a while, she turned back and invited Song Qinghuan in very politely.
Song Qinghuan got down from the carriage and when he stepped in, he saw the little girl's eyes that were full of envy, but not greedy.
"What's your name?" Song Qinghuan asked.
"I, my name is Yanzhi." Yanzhi didn't expect such a fairy-like figure to speak to him, and his face turned red in an instant. He lowered his head and became more and more afraid to raise his head.
"This name is really nice." Song Qing smiled happily and subconsciously took a silk flower from her bun and gave it to Yan Zhi: "For you."
Before Rouge could react, she had already entered the courtyard.
Not only does the Niu family's yard look dilapidated from the outside, but it's not much better inside either.
The yard was not small, and there were no furnishings, so it seemed increasingly empty.
Yanzhi led Song Qinghuan to the main room. A tidy woman came up with a smile, respectfully asked Song Qinghuan to sit down, and then went to the stove to make tea.
He looked a little reserved.
Texue hurriedly grabbed the woman and said with a smile, "Madam, you don't have to be polite."
Then he asked, "I wonder if Master Niu is at home at this time? Our girl has something we want to discuss with him."
Mrs. Yuan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I'll call him right away."
After saying that, he hurriedly went to the inner room, but within a moment he heard the sound of men cursing and the sound of women apologizing coming from the inner room.
Song Qinghuan frowned, showing a bit of displeasure, but returned to normal in an instant.
After a while, Niu Shun came out of the inner room reluctantly. He was in his thirties, but he looked gentle and elegant. He was tall and wearing an azurite robe. He didn't look like
Craftsmen are more like scholars.
It's a pity that this man is not very old, but his brows are full of pride and hostility.
Song Qinghuan turned around to take a look, but Niu frowned and sat down, and said straight to the point: "Is he from the Song family?"
As soon as I opened my mouth, there was a strong smell of alcohol.
Song Qinghuan was very disappointed with this Master Niu. It would be difficult for such a person to hold a big position, but he didn't know how capable he was.
"I know the purpose of your visit. Let's be frank. My grandfather worked in the palace as an errand. Although I didn't go into the palace, my craftsmanship was passed down from my grandfather when I was young. The girl wants to invite me.
It turned out that I didn't want to be a master in a shop, but now that the second son of the Chen family has spoken, I want to give him some face."
He added: "My old employer was paid fifteen taels of money every month. He took care of food, housing, and clothing in all seasons. He worked for three hours every day, and he also had a rest during the holidays. I don't know how the calculations work here.
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Song Qinghuan listened to every word Niu Shun said and smiled softly. If you want to say that this person is a bit arrogant, it would be better to say that he is a bit arrogant.
"Master Niu is a craftsman, so he should be treated well. Your old employer gave me the same wages as before. As for wages, I will calculate them at twenty taels per month."
As soon as Song Qinghuan finished speaking, he immediately saw that Niu Shun cheered up a bit, and the anger in his brows was also much lessened, and he was smiling a little more, but he still looked unhappy on his face.
"In that case, I would consider it."
Song Qinghuan changed the topic and said: "However, I am not the kind of person who supports idle people. If the master is capable, I can afford even a hundred taels, let alone twenty taels. It just depends on whether the master has the ability."
