"The old lady has returned home. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The mother-in-law who answered the door called, and half of the inner house of the Guogong Mansion moved.

As soon as Mrs. Wang's carriage entered the East Corner Gate, two rows of maids and maids were already waiting neatly at the Hanging Flower Gate. When Wang Yi'an stepped on the shoulder of the little maid and got out of the car, the four maids followed quickly. As soon as you enter the courtyard of the old lady, you will see a high rockery, with thousands of forms and round peaks. In front of the rockery, there is a half-person-high purple sand large round tank, in which a jade pearl bonsai is planted, with short and fine buds-like leaves, and clusters are squeezed together like jade pearls. The branches of the bonsai are vigorous and simple, and they look very old. Like the plaque at the main entrance of the Wang family, "Creating the Pingguo Mansion", it is wordless to say that such a family is a real hairpin family.

Back at her mansion, Mrs. Wang instantly felt refreshed. Looking at the grass and trees, stone and steps of the Guogong Mansion, she seemed to see the glory of her ancestors, the lush incense, and the virtuous and filial people. People like them have been rich and noble from generation to generation, and the Anping Marquis Mansion will not be able to catch up in a hundred years.

Wang Yi'an raised his eyes and peeked at the old ancestor, and asked in a low voice, "Old ancestor, what do you think?" Isn't the third sister of the Fu family very smart? ”

The old lady glanced at her little grandson, "You know that you are wrong today, and you will go back to the room to copy the book later." ”

Wang Yi'an became serious, and said seriously: "The grandson admits his mistake, and he is embarrassed to the ancestor today, and the grandson is punished by any beating." After speaking, he turned around and went to the study to write in large letters.

Old Madam Wang's face sank, "Stop." Your little flowery intestine grandmother doesn't know yet? As he spoke, he walked over and grabbed Wang Yi'an's left ear heavily, "That third young lady is naturally a good one, she is smart and quite determined, and she is more than a star and a half stronger than You'er." But you can't afford to be so busy. Our son-in-law, is there still a lack of playmates, how can his posture be so low. Today your rampant rudeness, grandmother will be a child to play with you once, and the next time you are not allowed to be so presumptuous outside. ”

Wang Yi'an sneered back to the courtyard, threw off his coat directly, and ignored the maid ring beside him. Looking at the embroidered cage full of eyes, I inexplicably felt a little depressed. He was a little anxious in the Anping Marquis Mansion, and the old ancestor also praised the third sister for being smart, so did the old ancestor believe his words.

The ancestors of the Wang family naturally believed it. Not long after Mrs. Wang returned to the house, Wang Yichang, the prince of the Guogong Mansion, and Wang Yisheng, the third young master, came to greet her.

Wang Yisheng, in particular, is most concerned about the matter of bamboo knives. In the future, the eldest brother will naturally be the king, the younger brother is smart and can study and follow the career, and the other brothers also have their own strengths in civil and military affairs. Only he was useless, and his father decided to let him take over the affairs of the bank in the future. Nowadays, the business of the paper and pen shop in the house is very bleak, because of the new pen and new ink launched by "Mo Xiangzhai". He had also heard his younger brother talk about the bamboo knife before, but of course he didn't believe that an eight-year-old girl had such ability. No, I hurriedly came to the ancestor to inquire about the news.

Old Madam Wang's face was uneasy: "I see, you are not as good as your younger brother." Didn't your father ask you to help check that Mo Xiangzhai, what can you find out after checking for so long? Your brother only went to Zhuangzi twice to figure out the ins and outs of this matter. ”

Wang Yisheng was ashamed and still refused to believe it. He asked, "Is it really the eight-year-old girl from the Fu family?" Not Mrs. Fu? ”

"I eat more salt than you eat, and if that old lady had a lively brain, would she have fallen like that in the early years?" The absurdity of An Pingbo's youth and the situation of Old Taijun Feng have all heard of Jingzhao's aristocratic family. In Mrs. Wang's opinion, what "being a concubine should be a lady as usual" is not worth mentioning. A mere Qinglou woman can make An Pingbo pamper so much, but it's because the lady of the main room is too poor. Feng Lao Taijun, who married into the Anping Marquis Mansion from the scholarly Feng family, boasted of being born in a noble family, was arrogant, and did not understand the way of women's euphemism.

Putting aside the past, Mrs. Wang continued to instruct a few children. "This Fu family will definitely be the head of this third young lady in the future, and you should be cautious when dealing with your aunt in the future."

Finally, I asked my granddaughter how her talent was practiced, and everyone in the family had to prepare for Yunyun with all their hearts and minds. The grandchildren were full of promises, and then stepped back and went back to their houses.

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As Miss Fu Jiasan thought, Wang Yi'an made such a fuss, and all the plans had to be advanced. Sure enough, two days later, "Moxiangzhai" sent someone to the door, and Steward Fu led He An to the Hanging Flower Gate. When he saw the little girl in the dust, he was still a little ignorant. It's obviously the same head, why can't he read it? How the master of the dust did not know the prophets. This month, the owner has almost cut down all the bamboos that Jingzhao can cut, and the bamboo forests of those dignitaries and nobles are left, which is not to be imagined. Now his hair is gray in order to find bamboo.

He An bowed his hand and called respectfully: "How is the dust girl lately?" ”

Fuchen couldn't help laughing, and replied unhurriedly: "The bamboo of Moxiangzhai is good, and my master is good." ”

He An looked cute.

Fuchen didn't explain much, and took He An to the carriage prepared at the corner gate. It was Zhao Da who drove the car. He An was embarrassed to sit in the carriage with Fuchen, so he sat next to Zhao Da. When he arrived at Goutou Village and saw the small bamboo woodland, He An smiled and blossomed.

"Dust girl, when will these bamboos be cut?"

"I'll have to ask Mr. Zheng about this." After Fuchen finished speaking, he brought Hu San over, and asked He An to recognize the person, and they would discuss the matter of the bamboo forest directly in the future. Planting bamboo, cutting bamboo, moving bamboo, there is no shortage of labor in Zhuangzi anyway, and this assembly line has long been thought of by Manyan.

He An talked with Hu San for a long time, and finally asked how much silver should be given to this bamboo land, and how much the tenants would give, after all, there are still long days ahead, but it is related to the work and hunger of a large group of people.

Fuchen said: "Of course you have to give the strength and money of the tenants in Zhuangzi, and you have to give more." As for the money for bamboo, it can be given directly to Mr. Zheng. My master does not want your money. As for the rest of the matter, the master said that you can't be the master, and you will go to Moxiangzhai to drink tea in person tomorrow. ”

He An was stupid, and "Moxiangzhai" is not a teahouse. After bringing the words, He Bingxin's heart itched. What he couldn't figure out, of course, he could only ask Qin Che. "Don't want silver, what do you say he is going to do?"

Qin Che's face was windless and rainless, "Which one?" ”

He Bingxin turned around and stomped his feet, "That third lady of the Fu family, I don't know how such a young girl's brain grows, why are there so many little prodigies in Jingzhao now, and now there are so many prodigies?" ”

Qin Che grimaced and said nothing. Wang Yi'an, the little prodigy in Beijing, and the youngest son of Guogongfu, who was less than ten years old, knew before them that the initiator of the bamboo knife was the third lady of the Fu family. It's ridiculous. Although there was anger in his heart, he knew that it was not He Bingxin's fault. only said lightly, "I'll know when I see it tomorrow." ”

This third lady of the Anping Marquis Mansion, he really wants to explore and explore.