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Fu Yan really started a new life after crossing over. The days of recuperation are very boring, she just thinks that she is recuperating, and the injured bird must recover before it can spread its wings. Fortunately, the two maids of the wooden fish bell all talked funny around her, and between her mouths, she knew her name, Fu Manyan, and lived in Liuliyuan. After reading it twice in her heart, she immediately accepted the new name, and it was just a word difference.

After secretly observing for several days, Fu Manyan made sure that he did not show anything unusual. In fact, the main reason is that she didn't do anything out of the ordinary, she didn't talk much, and she spent most of the time lying still, with nothing to show. She herself was aware of this, and she was still soft-spoken and cautious, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. It's just that they often inadvertently hook the wooden fish bell and say something about the parents in the house, hoping to get more information.

For example, her brothers and sisters are young but they are all reading and writing; The younger ones also began to enlighten and read some "Thousand Character Texts" or "Three Character Classics" and so on. Since two years ago, the clan has set a rule, and girls over the age of eight come to the Huanhua Pavilion in the house every three days to attend classes. Mr. Lin of Huanhua Pavilion was specially invited by the second master, and he had to pay three hundred taels of silver a year in the house. Although the girl in the second and third rooms is only six or seven years old, it doesn't matter if she wants to go to class or not, there is no doubt whether she can go or not. For example, from time to time there are rumors of a girl's quarrel in the kitchen sewing room; For example, those wives and aunts in the house. And Dafang's wife, Zhuo's family, Fu Manyan's biological mother, was out of the New Year.

It is reported that Zhuo has been sick since the death of Hou Ye, although he is still young, he has a tendency to see through the red dust, and he is silent and careless. The sick body dragged on for several years, and finally ran out of essence and blood, and he died. Leaving Fu Manyan an orphan girl miserable and desolate. At the time of the funeral, the third lady was stunned at the coffin, she couldn't even cry, her hands tightly strangled the filial piety clothes on her body, and the maid next to her took a stick of incense to tear it open.

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I took medicine for two or three days in a row, wiped the soothing ointment, and lay down for several days, although I have not gone out, but the peacock lotus flower on the flower window is faintly shining and vivid for a few days, and it can be seen that the weather has been very good recently. Fu Manyan carefully stared at the embroidered bandage on the bell's hand, seeing how the bell was threaded and pulled by stitches. Can you pull out a scarf like that?

"Muyu, Bell, do you want to change your name? Other people's maids seem to be plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums and the like, which are better than yours. ”

The wooden fish waved his hand hurriedly, and his eyes were almost red. "Third Miss, I can't help it. Master Bu Nian said that the third lady must rely on the Buddha's qi to calm down in order to eliminate disasters and overcome misfortune. If it weren't for your injury, I'm afraid we'd all be at Hanshan Temple by now. ”

Fu Manyan gently held his thumbs and rubbed them, but didn't make a sound. Finally something was discovered.

The bell frowned, and then said, "Third Miss, it is a blessing for the slaves and maids that the old lady gives the names to the slaves and maids, and in this mansion, except for the sisters in the Songbai Hall, who else has this treatment." This is all because the third lady is loved by the old lady, and the slaves and maids follow suit. ”

Fu Manyan nodded. The wooden fish is frank, the bell is cautious, and they all look good.

The more he lay on his body, the weaker he became, Fu Manyan simply got up. After the curtain is lifted, there is a bright room, and there is a small ear room next to it. Go straight a few and turn right, out of the door is a small flower hall, in fact, it is a pocket yard. The sun shines on the stone tables and stools, and there are two pots of one-leaf orchids on one left and one right, and the branches are shaking. Seeing that Fu Manyan was about to sit on the stone bench, Mu Yu said, "Third Miss, I'll go get a cushion." ”

Fu Manyan sat down directly and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll bask in the sun here." Go ahead and get busy. ”

The wooden fish did not follow, but still took a piece of cotton cloth mattress. He also said that sandalwood had been fried for several days and went to the kitchen to replace it. Then the bell went to the sewing room. Lotus is not there either.

This is the opportunity that I was waiting for. The original body has already flown out of the sky, and a new person must be found to not show his feet. Fu Manyan stared at the sweeping girl for a while, looked around and called her to stand in front of her.

The little girl was half a head shorter than the wooden fish bell, and she looked about the same age as herself, and her face was pale and very thin. Speaking is also timid. "The slave's name is San'er, and she is almost nine years old this year. is the third in the family, and there are two older brothers above. The year before last, the eldest brother wanted to marry his sister-in-law, and when the family had no money, he sold the slave maid to the Hou Mansion for three taels of silver. Fu Manyan suddenly chuckled in his heart, as if he had swallowed a fly. Thinking that human trafficking is legal in this world, his face eased up.

"Tell me about the things outside, I don't usually go out and about, and I want to hear something new and interesting. Also, what do the people outside think of our house? ”

San'er didn't know much, she was about a little young, so she said that her father and mother often talked about the rich and noble family of the Marquis of Anping, and the other was the delicious sugar gourd in the market, all kinds of interesting lanterns on the Lantern Festival street, and some trivial things in their own house. There are very few useful things. Fu Manyan shook the silk satin handkerchief in his hand, "What is your birthday?" ”

"The slave was born on the twentieth day of the fourth month of the year of the Emperor."

Man Yan suddenly remembered that he didn't know his specific date yet. "What year is the year of the Lunar New Year?"

"The second year of Zhenwu."

It turns out that this year is the tenth year of Zhenwu. Fu Manyan raised the corners of his mouth, "Shall I change your name?" ”

The little girl quickly knelt down, shocked, frightened and happy. "Please, please give the name of the third lady."

"Then you will be called Dust. Help me inquire a little more about the outside and tell me about it. ”

The dust nods his head. Seeing Fu Manyan close his eyes and recuperate, he bowed down and retreated. As soon as I walked through the verandah, I saw the bell coming, and called timidly, "Sister Bell." ”

The bell nodded, walked about two feet away, and then turned around, "Stop." Her eyes stared straight at the little girl's lowered head, "Just now Lotus was in front of the third lady?" ”

"Sister Lotus went to dry her clothes outside the yard. I was just about to go outside, but I want to scream? ”

"No need, you can go."

Fu Manyan was still sitting on the stone bench, the spring sun was sprinkled on his face, the small fluff next to his sideburns was clear, and the whole person was a little more angry. The bell returned to the room, moved the embroidery frame to the small flower hall, and arranged the clusters of silk threads of different colors one by one on a small round plaque.

"Third Miss, this scarf slave can be embroidered tonight. Tomorrow morning you will be able to go out of the courtyard to greet the old lady. When the time comes, the old lady must be overjoyed. ”

"Well, if Grandmother is really happy tomorrow, it's all your credit. Not in the morning, though, but in the afternoon. ”