22. Allotment (3)
Xia Shijing remembered the hardships of his youth and the bitterness of fleeing with his mother, and his heart was full of emotion, and he nodded again and again: "I dare not forget those days for a moment, my mother can rest assured." ”
"And that Siqi," Mrs. Xia looked at Xia Shijing, her eyes were a little unkind, "Such a maid who knows a lot of inside information is rashly sold, if she goes around to talk about things in the house, how will you deal with it?" I saw that Wanwan said very well, so I put her on the Zhuangzi, with an honest and loyal subordinate, and cut off her thoughts. ”
Xia Shijing was a policeman, and said in his mouth: "I am sorry for my mother's reminder, so according to my mother's wishes, put the maid on the Zhuangzi." ”
Mrs. Xia seemed to be a little tired, leaning on the lotus pillow placed on the Xiangfei couch, closing her eyes slightly and nodding: "Go ahead and do it." Then he waved his hand and said no more.
Xia Shijing gently withdrew from the inner room, and as soon as he came out of the outer room, a cold wind rushed towards him, and the little guy next to him immediately stepped forward and draped the crane feather on him.
Xia Shijing wrapped his coat tightly, took the hand warmer handed by the little servant, saw his Xia Dong's panicked face, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?" ”
"The master said this morning that he wanted the slave to take over the procurement and personnel placement in the house, and the slave wanted to ask the master, the slave had an errand ...... before."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Shijing understood what he meant, Xia Dong was the housekeeper of the outer courtyard before, and the outer courtyard has always been non-interfering with the inner courtyard, he nodded and said: "Take care of it as it is, if you really can't separate yourself, you will pick up the important ones, and hand over the less important ones to the people below, and wait until you have your hands free." ”
Xia Dong was busy, he thought that he had been cut off, where did he know that the master would give him such a big face, his heart was happy, and he thought of another thing: "Master, yesterday Lord Xu Tongzhi in southern Zhejiang sent a few baskets of citrus, saying that it was a tribute orange, because this year's harvest was good, a lot of people came, and the palace was left, so he sent several baskets to our house, you see how to divide this citrus." ”
Xia Shijing asked, "How are they usually divided?" ”
Xia Dong replied: "I usually pick the best one for the old lady, the third master, the master, then Aunt Yan, the fourth miss, and finally the wife, the uncle, the second master, the second miss," said it, and asked cautiously, "Do you think this time is according to the convention, or ......?"
Xia Shijing's heart froze, and he blamed his mother for saying that he took the face of his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law to change his future, it was such a small citrus, and it was their turn to be the last, so he couldn't help sighing and ordered: "First send the good ones to the old lady, Mrs., then the second sister, the third master, the uncle, the second master, and the last one to the fourth sister, Aunt Yan." ”
Xia Dong nodded yes, it seems that Aunt Yan has fallen out of favor with the master, I am afraid that life will not be better in the future, but looking at Aunt Yan's actions, if he is the master, he will definitely not be spoiled anymore, such a means, I feel afraid when I think about it, the woman's family is still meek and virtuous.
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That night, the palace lanterns were lit early in the Orchid Courtyard, and the warm yellow light projected the figures on the glazed window lattice, and the figure of Nana was very peaceful. The silver incense burns in the furnace, and the silver frost in the charcoal basin is burning, and the room is very warm.
Chan Yi scattered her hair and wore a jacket, just the light of the palace lamp, pinched the embroidery needle in her hand, made a pair of warm shoes, embroidered Fu Lu Shou Sanxi on the blue satin surface, embroidered with the pattern of the word Wanshou in the gap, did it for a while, her eyes were a little astringent, and she raised her hand and gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.