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Qiaolan nodded in agreement, turned around and went out to call Nuanyue. As soon as he reached the next door, Xie Qiao hurriedly said:
"Stand still, you'd better go over and take care of things in person. That girl Nuanyue has always been a little careless in her calculations, so as not to reveal anything in her words, and let those women hear it and chew our tongues indiscriminately. It's not that I'm afraid. , but this is not the Xie Mansion after all, we are also guests, but it is not easy to cause unnecessary trouble."
Qiaolan sighed lowly and said:
"I would say that my uncle is such a person, and Master Ziqian also has the temperament of Qingfenglangyue, not to mention the old man, but he has no ability and cannot win the respect of Lord Long live, but"
Before she could finish her words, she saw that Xie Qiao¡¯s face didn¡¯t look very good and she stopped talking. Xie Qiao said:
"You are the one who doesn't care enough. I will go back to the old lady tomorrow and transfer you to the second aunt's yard to help out. You can do some big things without even thinking about it."
Qiaolan blushed, lowered her head, turned her face and jumped out.
?? Now here, there is nowhere to talk. Here, except for Mama He, Nuanyue and her, there are all the maids and ladies around her aunt. It would be a disaster if someone who was interested heard it and spread it out. Even though her aunt wouldn't do anything to her and wanted to find a way to punish a girl next to her, she couldn't stop her.
"But the people under He's house are really unruly to the extreme. On weekdays, when the masters want hot water or something, they have to pay for it in cash. Otherwise, even if they want to cook it, they have to say a few words that are neither salty nor bland. No wonder she went to talk to Sister Yumei after noon that day, and she happened to catch up with Sister Yumei who had just gotten up and was combing her hair.
As he stepped in, he saw the girl on the side was busy closing the dowry box. Even so, Xie Qiao also took a look at the situation inside, but there were only seven or eight ordinary hairpins, but they were empty and nothing good.
Xie Qiao secretly thought back to these days. Sister Yulan was fine, and she wore her clothes and hairpins in a fresh and practical way. Sister Yumei's clothes were fine, but she usually wore hairpins decorated with palace flowers. Xie Qiao originally thought it looked good, but now that he thought about it, he understood it a little better.
I think that although the status of the girls is the same, this concubine is different after all. On the surface, my aunt treats Yumei, the concubine, as if she is her own child. After all, there is a layer of separation between her, how can it be really the same. It would be fine if it was a house with big rules and regulations, but now there are no big rules in this house.
The ladies and girls below have been manipulated into lawlessness. Even though they dare not touch Yulan, the wife's biological daughter, Yumei, a concubine, can still take advantage of her. Even if there is no deduction, if one month's money is carefully calculated and used to manage the women and girls below, there will be nothing left. If there is a reward for the New Year, where will the money go? You can't help but pawn off your inconspicuous jewelry, so you can just deal with it for the time being.
No wonder that although Sister Yumei has a cheerful and lively character, there is some indescribable worry between her eyebrows, which probably comes from this.
Suddenly I thought of my aunt's earnest instructions that day, as if I had known what was going on in the house and was deeply afraid that she would be wronged. Thinking of this, Xie Qiao couldn't help but feel warm. Compared to Yumei and even the several Xie sisters in the house over there, she was so lucky.
Qiaolan opened the box and found a bunch of money, which he put under the stove. Some women were eating melon seeds and chatting away. Seeing her, the leading housekeeper quickly stood up and said:
"Miss Qiaolan is here. If you have time, please have a cup of our crude tea."
Qiaolan raised a smile and said:
"Moms, you're welcome. Our girl took a nap in the middle of the afternoon. Now she doesn't feel very refreshed. She said she needs a bath. Moms are working hard. Please boil some hot water."
¡°As he said this, he thrust a handful of money into the hands of the leading housekeeper.
The mother-in-law excused herself in a pretentious manner:
"What are you doing, girl? I just want some hot water. There is no need to go to such trouble. If it gets to my wife's ears, won't we be asked?"
Qiaolan hurriedly said:
"This is a special gift from the girl to give to the mothers to drink. It has nothing to do with the wife. Mom can just accept it."
After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile.
As soon as Qiaolan¡¯s shadow emerged from the small courtyard, a fat woman with a fleshy face came over and said:
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! It would be great if our aunt's girl could stay with us for a year and a half,"?Shushed, signaling her to be silent. But he quietly entered the house on the west side.
Seeing that Sister Qiao was painting in front of the case, she was very absorbed in it, and the girl Qiaolan beside her was also looking at it seriously. Neither the master nor the servant saw him come in. Ziqian couldn't help but smile and leaned over to take a look.
When the man's breath drifted towards her, Qiaolan raised her head and saw He Ziqian crouching down:
"Master Ziqian"
Xie Qiao put down his pen, raised his head, blinked, tilted his head and said:
"I heard from your girl that brother Ziqian has been very busy recently. Why is he so free now?"
He Ziqian ignored her teasing, and only lowered his head to look at the painting under her hand carefully, and then said after a while:
"I didn't know that my sister really had such a talent. It's okay to be good at painting, but this ingenuity is really rare. I wonder how you came up with it. Grandpa may not know how he will be happy."
Xie Qiao smiled and asked Qiaolan to go outside to make tea. He asked Ziqian to sit on the kang over there, and then said:
"It's not that I have no choice but to go out and look for birthday gifts that suit my heart. I just want to show my filial piety. I can't compare to brother Ziqian who can search all over the world."
He Ziqian reached out and flicked her forehead and said with a smile:
"You girl are becoming more and more talkative now. Do you want your brother to buy you something? Do you need to beat around the bush like this?"
Qiaolan, who came in with tea, couldn't help but laugh after hearing this:
"There really is no one who can guess a girl's thoughts more accurately than Master Ziqian. Our girl is looking for a troublemaker. I asked the eldest son of Mother He's family to search for these days, but she found a few. When I came in, the girl either disliked the bad wood or the rough stone. I don¡¯t know how the girl came up with it, but there is such a thing. Even if there is, who would be willing to use good materials to make this?"
He Ziqian raised his eyebrows, smiled and took a sip of tea:
"Sister, please tell me what you are here for, so I can find a shadow."
Xie Qiao blushed, but he hesitated and couldn't speak.
Zi Qian looked interesting, but he didn¡¯t rush her.
Qiaolan knew that the girl was embarrassed to speak, so she had to say:
"The girl said she wanted to make some rouge paste and use that trowel to pound the petals."
After hearing this, Zi Qian spurted out a sip of tea from his mouth. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com