The twenty-eighth round has a long way to go

Qin Ying expressed strong indignation at Hou Junji's behavior of eating inside and out, but she had nothing she could do.

She had already warned Mei Sanniang on the surface, so she relied on Mei Sanniang to resist this old man by herself.

Early in the morning, Qin Ying and the others had not yet started to officially go to work, so she took the clothes pole and put the clothes washed in the first half of the year into the room.

Opening the door of the cabinet and finding that the things in the cabinet were a little messy, Qin Ying couldn't help frowning.

I blame myself for being careless yesterday and forgetting to lock it up...... She immediately folded her robe and stuffed it into the cupboard, and began to count her things.

After counting the clothes, shoes and socks, as well as the scattered monthly money in the purse, and the household registration, Qin Ying finally knew what was missing.

-- It was the two silk books that Yuan Laodao had given her before.

Oddly enough... Qin Yingtuomei Sanniang bought the "Book of Han" and "Book of the Later Han" bamboo scrolls did not lose it.

Yuan Laodao once told Qin Yingqian to keep it and wait for it to come down in Chang'an.

Qin Ying didn't have time to browse at all, so he kept it in the cabinet.

She ran up and down the three floors of Zhonglu Pavilion for six hours a day. Every night when I come back, I sleep with my pillow on it.

Later, when she had a decade of time, she nested in the quilt to check the history books and forgot to sleep and eat.

Ignoring Yuan Laodao's two-volume silk book for a long time led to its theft.

The rooms where the little guys live have never been entered. Qin Ying thought that the only person who took the silk book could be the person who slept in the same shop.

But Qin Ying couldn't figure it out, were there literate people among these miscellaneous servants?

If he could read and write, why did he do hard labor in such a place? It's not like she wants to ask for it......

Since Yuan Laodao told him to keep the two volumes of silk books by himself, there should be very important content written in it.

Maybe the man saw through the value of the silk book and took it.

Anyway, Qin Ying decided to get it back quickly. The specific approach can be summed up in one word: etc.

After lunch that day, the little ones had a three-quarter lunch break.

Qin Ying didn't sleep as usual, but went to the West Cross Courtyard to find Mei Sanniang to borrow pen and ink, and put it on the bunk in the general room.

With three fingers, she pinched the wolf's hair and wrote one after another, and she hung the silk on the small window.

Her handwriting is not pretty, just barely eye-catching.

In Moxiang's words, it is "worse than a human book, better than a dog crawling." "This is also turning a corner and saying that Qin Ying's handwriting is miserable.

After writing all the borrowed plain silks, she shook her sour wrist and threw the wolf into the green jade pen to wash.

After carefully washing out the little wolf pen and the pen mountain pen, Qin Ying hurried up and returned it to Mei Sanniang.

She knew that this green jade pen wash was the root of Mei Sanniang's life in the past half a month.

Qin Ying, who had left the carriage, did not go back, but turned around to go to the hall of Zhong Lu Pavilion to do things.

This afternoon, Qin Ying's mind was not on the work in front of her.

Her eyes followed the bustard's mother, and she seized the opportunity to run to the backyard side room, which was called the toilet.

In fact, I just went to see if a few plain silks placed in front of the window had been taken away.

When he checked for the third time, Qin Ying finally found a strange little guy in the courtyard.

He walked hunched over, as if he had something in his arms, and his steps were erratic, and he looked like he had done something unpleasant.

"Stop." Qin Ying clasped her arms around her chest and said to the suspicious person, "What are you going to do?" ”

“…… Wash, wash things. After that person saw Qin Ying, his face turned obviously pale.

"Let me see what I have in my arms." She said majestically with the corners of her mouth squeezed.

That little guy was looked at by Qin Ying, and felt that there was a cool air under his feet, and the cool air rushed straight into the bottom of his heart.

He involuntarily did what Qin Ying wanted. A silk with delicate stitches fell out of the placket of his shirt.

"I wrote a silk book to hang in front of the window at noon, how could it be on you? The two silk books in my cabinet were also missing yesterday, did you do the same? Qin Ying asked.

Knowing that the matter was revealed, he nodded at Qin Ying embarrassedly, and kept bowing his head and pleading with her, asking her not to bring him to the official.

Stealing is punishable by heavy penalties in Tang Law. If Qin Ying is willing, he can sue the government.

Qin Ying instinctively disliked the officials of Jingzhao Mansion, so he gave up taking the legal route.

I only heard her say in a stern tone: "I don't want to sue you, but you have to sue me, what are you going to do with so many silk books."

The man immediately gave it all out.

His aunt was seriously ill and had no money to see a doctor for medicine, so he took a risk and stole something.

He is Zhong Luge's little servant, and his horizons are relatively broad, and he knows that the texture of the plain silk used to write is soft and delicate, and the plain silk that has just been used up can be used again after being washed, and the price is not expensive in the east and west markets.

Three pieces of plain silk can be exchanged for several stones of rice grain, which is more valuable than copper plates. So he started the idea of reselling plain silk.

At first, he took the old silk book from Zhong Luge's west courtyard, but after stealing it, he still couldn't make up the money, so he opened the unlocked cabinet in the compartment with the attitude of giving it a try.

Who knew that Qin Ying didn't lock the cabinet that day, and he turned it over.

Qin Ying's eyes turned black with anger when she heard this, and now she just wanted to slap his brain door with one hand and knock him unconscious.

"So yesterday...... Have you washed off the handwriting when you got the silk book? Why don't you just steal money if you want it? She said.

The man replied, "It's probably because the ink has been falling for a long time, and the handwriting can't be washed off." I wanted to give it back to you secretly, but you found out earlier. ”

She sighed: "I will give you all the monthly money I have saved in the past six months, you can return my silk books." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and asked him for the two silk books.

Qin Ying is busy in Zhonglu Pavilion every day, and she is always not as idle as Mei Sanniang during the day.

Sometimes Mei Sanniang brought things to Qin Ying, and it was inconvenient for this money to come and go. Qin Ying put the loose money in the cabinet, and let Mei Sanniang take the big head.

The man took a deep breath, knew he was wrong, and trotted into the room. He came out in a short time and returned the things to their rightful owners.

After taking the silk book and confirming that there was no damage in the slightest, she asked the little maid to follow behind, and the two went to the East Cross Courtyard to get seven taels of silver.

The little guy received the wrapped silver taels, and immediately bowed to Qin Ying twice: "Thank you, benefactor." I will definitely stop stealing, and I will try to save money, and when I have saved it, I will return it to my benefactor. ”

And she smiled bitterly: "You don't have to pay it back." With the monthly money of fifty wen per month, I am afraid that it will be the year of the monkey to get together the seven taels of silver.

What's more, she won't stay here for a long time, and he may not be able to find Qin Ying even if he saves up money.

It was night, just arrived. The bunks in the side compartments were already full of people.

Qin Ying sat in front of the only small window in the carriage and carefully lit a candle.

She took a look at the two silk books and began to sigh: I took it back, but I couldn't understand what Yuan Laodao wrote. Crack his cursive ...... It seems that there is still a long way to go.

(Author's note: Writing these chapters of Qin Ying as a little girl, I really empathize.) In the first month of this year, I worked in a three-story restaurant, ten hours a day, and I still worked on three floors at the same time.

On the first and second floors, the tables are put away, and the drinks are poured in the private room on the third floor. But I only did it for four days. Because on the morning of the fourth day, I fell in the back kitchen. Later, he lay in bed for half a month.

I feel that my character is really bad, I have to fall at every turn, and I will fall hard when I fall, and it is not easy to live until now. ）