Chapter 92: Mud

It's no wonder that Mei Yixuan is suspicious, if she doesn't know the actual situation of Yao Fusheng's family, she won't care. However, this abnormal phenomenon made Mei Yixuan pay attention, and he couldn't help but listen intently to the movements around him.www.biquge.info

Sure enough, there was a faint movement from the west wing, not much movement, if it wasn't for the fact that she had drunk the space water and bathed in the space, her sixth sense was particularly sensitive, and she would definitely not have paid attention to this slight movement. Even if you hear it, if you don't suspect it, you won't notice it.

But what can two children and a young woman do? Thinking of Yao Fusheng asking for the drawings just now, a vague truth is about to come out.

However, Mei Yixuan didn't plan to ask anything, such a secret location was related to the life and death of the Yao family, and she didn't want to ask rashly. As long as you make what you need, it doesn't matter who makes it, and you can see the utensils that you like.

Mei Yixuan looked at the time and said to Yao Fusheng, "Master Yao, can the things on the junior drawings be made?"

Yao Fusheng's old face showed a rare excitement, as if he had suddenly come back to life, and his eyes flashed with passion. He seemed to have finally made up his mind, stroked the drawings and said, "Okay! I'll try, anyway, I'm going to prove that I'm not a waste!"

In fact, Yao Fusheng took a risk in this move, so to speak, gambling the life and death of the whole family. In case this Sang Gongzi is a person sent by the opponent to take the bait because of him, their family will really be finished.

However, Yao Fusheng saw that this Sang Gongzi had a clean eye, and he was upright at a young age, and this style could not be pretended. Such a person should be credible, and he is by no means those who are roosters and dogs, so he made up his mind to take this job.

It was the situation at home that made him have to take risks, he had to feed a large family, and he had to teach his grandchildren skills, so he could only grit his teeth and fight. You know, no matter what you do, it's hard to move an inch without money, but I hope this Sang Gongzi can really be trusted.

Mei Yixuan was also very happy when she saw that Yao Fusheng really accepted her drawings, and she hugged her fists and saluted: "Thank you Master Yao, I don't know how long it will take to make it? If I don't have time to make it, let Brother Xue, who follows me today, pick it up, okay?"

"Yes. Yao Fusheng said, "Just come and pick it up in a month." “

"I don't know how much manual money it takes to make these things? Today, the junior brought some money and paid a part of it first. Mei Yixuan said, took out a silver bag from his arms and put it on the edge of the kang. "That's fifty taels of silver, and if it's not enough, I'll pay it all the time I come." ”

"Enough is enough, these are enough!" Yao Fusheng said, pulling the silver bag with a trembling hand, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

Although there was a lot of silver before, because of his confidence, he could earn dozens of taels of silver a year. It's not what it used to be, and now I can't even get a tael of silver at home. After spending all his savings over the years, he relied on his daughter-in-law to embroider some embroidery and secretly sell it, so that he could barely maintain the family from starving to death. This is also the reason why he took over Sang Gongzi's work.

"Then, Master Yao, the juniors have to say goodbye in advance. Mei Yixuan said, bowed to Master Yao, and walked out of the main house.

At this time, Mrs. Yao hurriedly walked over from the kitchen and said embarrassedly: "Young Master Sang, you see that there is nothing to entertain you, the conditions at home are really ・・・・・・."

Mei Yixuan said with a smile: "It's okay aunt, you are busy first, the juniors are bothered a lot, so I leave." As she spoke, she glanced at the West Wing without a trace, turned around and walked out of the door.

Mrs. Yao sent it out very enthusiastically, and when she arrived at the door, she glanced out and whispered, "Young Master Sang, you go slowly." After saying that, he quickly shrank back and closed the door.

A little ghost who was looking out through the crack in the door behind the door of the West Wing was startled by Mei Yixuan's glance just now, and hurriedly patted his chest in fear, carefully glanced at his sister and aunt who were busy on the ground, stuck out his tongue, and grinned and followed suit.

At this time, if Mei Yixuan saw it, he would definitely give a thumbs up for his guess.

Yes, there are three other members of the Yao family in the two direct rooms, Yao Xiaoyan, the daughter of the Yao family who was abandoned by her husband's family, the ten-year-old granddaughter Yao Yongxia, and the five-year-old grandson Yao Yongqiang. Under the guidance of their aunt, the two young ones are practicing making various patterns with silver clay, and there are simple pads, rollers, iron brushes, small dustpans, simple grinders, water basins and other tools placed next to them.

Yao Yongxia scolded in a low voice: "Concentrate on it, you will know that you are playful, when will you be able to do what your aunt did?

Yao Yongqiang was not angry when he was scolded by his sister, he glanced at his aunt carefully, and said with a grin: "I know, I know, isn't it just playing with mud?"

"Be upright, is this mud?" Yao Yongxia continued to scold, hating that iron is not steel.

Yao Xiaoyan glanced at Yao Yongqiang dotingly and said, "It's okay, take your time, Yongqiang has done a good job." When I was his age, I didn't do as well as he did. ”

Yao Yongqiang saw that his aunt didn't blame him, and immediately became arrogant: "That's it, my sister is not as good as me, hmph, one day I will be the best craftsman in the world like my grandfather!"

"It's so ambitious! You can blow it. Yao Yongxia glared at her younger brother, lowered her head and continued to make models, but she knew in her heart that her brother's dream might not be realized.

Although the adults don't say it, she already remembers her grandfather's accident, and when her grandfather was carried into the house in blood, her life was almost saved. Later, with the disappearance of my father and the divorce of my aunt, the family completely collapsed.

In the past few years, he has treated his grandfather and hollowed out all the family funds, that is, there is still this yard left. I am getting older every year, and some of the girls of the same age as me are already engaged, and I am afraid that I am ・・・・・・ same as my aunt, that is, there are no good families.

Alas, circling around these silver clay every day, let alone her brother, even she has done enough for a long time. But what can I do? Even if I know that I can make a good shape? My grandfather offended people, and no one dared to hire them at the risk of offending nobles. It's your own family, if it is known that you are making a living from it behind your back, I am afraid that it will cause trouble again. Grandpa almost died, Daddy's disappearance, Aunt's abandonment, and my mother's selling embroidery and sneaking, all of this shows that the people behind it just don't want their family to have a good time.

It's been five years, and in the past five years, there have been people who have asked their grandfather to do work, but it won't be long before they get the drawings back and never go back. And their own homes will be thrown stones into the yard and smeared with feces on the walls, which is trying to force them to death!

Over the years, they have lived tremblingly, and they are not even allowed to go out of the courtyard, so they have to be trapped in the west wing every day, constantly practicing making models. It's just that when is the day of the day, it's a head!

Fortunately, there was a guest at home today, and it was the kind of guest who sent money to the door, which made her see hope. Maybe one day, my family will go out with dignity, no longer afraid of revenge, live on their own, and my father will come back, how nice it would be! )