"Ah, is there such a thing?" The old lady of the Meng family widened her eyes and looked at Meng Steward in surprise, then frowned suspiciously, and asked in surprise, "In Jiangzhou City, those gentlemen who sit in the hall are also only students who have been selected as students. And the most ordinary school also needs to have a way to enter, and the children of our family are slaves. Even if the girl gets through the relationship, they won't accept the slaves. ”

Steward Meng looked at the old wife with red circles in her eyes, knowing that she was in a hurry, and felt that she had been fooled by the girl. He sighed helplessly, and said softly: "You, you are always so quick tempered!" The old lady of the Meng family glared at him dissatisfied, he shook his head helplessly, and continued, "I haven't finished my words yet, you are anxious, this is not a temper, what is this? Let me tell you, we children don't go to the school······

Old Lady Meng interrupted him abruptly, and asked eagerly, "Where can I go if I don't go to the school?" Isn't this a bad practice? How can anyone who doesn't go to the school to study? She was anxious, and her voice rose unconsciously.

"Oh, you are quiet, why are you so loud?" Steward Meng scolded in a low voice, subconsciously listening to the movement outside. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal outside, his face softened a little, and he glared at his wife dissatisfied: Where are you now, you don't know yourself?

Old Mrs. Meng also knew that she was reckless, and lowered her head weakly. But he was curious, raised his head, and couldn't help asking, "What the hell is going on, what do you mean?"

Steward Meng glared at her angrily, but after so many years of husband and wife, he knew his wife, if he didn't explain things clearly today, no one would be at peace, and even alarm the girl.

Steward Meng thought for a while and said, "In the crooked neck village not far from our Zhuangzi, there is a Pei Xiucai, you know, right?!"

"I know!" Mrs. Meng nodded and said, "I heard that person is very knowledgeable, but unfortunately he became disabled later. By the way, doesn't our Xiao Zhuo often run to listen to his stories?"

"Yes, that's right. Steward Meng nodded and said calmly, "The girl invited him to come over and teach Xiao Zhuo to read." "Where to teach, when Mu Xiu briefly said.

"Really, I heard that if that person hadn't been disabled, he might have won the top prize! It's good to have him teach Xiao Zhuo them. Mrs. Meng said with a smile, there is no old man who does not want his juniors to have a future. After a deep groan, she lowered her voice again, and asked suspiciously, "That girl arranged like this, does she want to help Pei Xiucai without falling into the hands of others, or do she want to give Xiao Zhuo and them a good future?" In the end, he was reduced to writing and reading letters to people for a living.

"Have you ever heard of the best of both worlds?" asked Steward Meng softly, holding the teacup in his hand and shaking it gently, his eyes staring at the tea soup inside.

"Oh, that's right!" Mrs. Meng nodded with a smile and said, "The girl is really a kind person!" After thinking about it, she muttered again, "It would be nice if you could take the exam as a child, a jinshi or something." When the time comes, it will be regarded as a glorious lintel, even if it is ······"

Steward Meng put the tea cup on the table, and with a "pop", the old lady Meng who was talking to herself there was startled, she frowned and looked at Steward Meng dissatisfied. To the calm and waveless eyes of Steward Shangmeng, she scolded her mouth and pressed it hard.

"Do you think the girl is a weak person?" Steward Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at his old wife, and asked in a soft voice, without the slightest wave, as if he was eating something tonight.

"How come?" Old Mrs. Meng didn't know why, but when she met the calm and waveless eyes of her old man, her scalp tightened, and her voice unconsciously raised. Surprised that his voice was louder, he subconsciously glanced out of the window, lowered his voice, leaned over to Steward Meng's side, and said in a low voice: "How is it possible? We have been in the house for a few days, and you have also seen that everything in the house is in order, and the people in the house are not lazy and slippery from bottom to top." "How can a man who can manage a mansion in an orderly manner be a weak man?

Steward Meng was very satisfied with the old wife's answer, and nodded slightly, but his face did not change at all. He whispered: "You are right, the girl is a kind person, but she is not a weak and bullying person, and she can't rub sand in her eyes." For the sake of our family guarding the Yu family for many years, she will give our juniors a future. But that doesn't mean we can do whatever we want from now on.

On the contrary, we should be more cautious and attentive in our future for the girl. If we don't know what to do, the girl will never show mercy. When the time comes, not to mention the future of the juniors, even our entire Meng family will suffer. ”

"I see. Old Lady Meng nodded subconsciously, glared at him with disgust, and said dissatisfiedly, "Dead old man, what are you doing with this picture?

"Well, it's good that you understand. Steward Meng nodded with satisfaction. After thinking about it, he instructed uneasily, "Don't mention those words just now." Since the girl has such an arrangement, she will also have her own arrangements for the future. ”

"Don't worry. Not only will I not talk about it in the future, but my daughter-in-law will not be allowed to talk nonsense. Old Lady Meng nodded vigorously and said.

In the blink of an eye, the days slipped to the eighth day of the new year. That morning, Lan Xin got up early, wore a white satin ink landscape jacket, a sky blue long skirt, a navy blue cloak with a navy blue neckline and white wind hair, and hurried out with green lotus and red sleeves. Today, she made an appointment with Mrs. Lu to go to the Mingquan Temple outside the city to pray for blessings.

Purple cloaked in a cloak and walked aimlessly on the verandah. Although the wind chill is much better, the whole person is still miserable. She looked boredly at the branches swaying in the cold wind, and her heart was in a mess. She has been sick for the past few days, and the girl has only sent Hongxuan over once, and the medicine she usually sends or something, all of which are made by the little maid······

"Sister Purple. Just as Ziyi was thinking about it, a voice sounded behind her.