Chunxi hurriedly walked the fork in the road on the left and headed towards Songhetang. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This fork in the road can be regarded as the most significant dividing line of the Anping Hou Mansion, not far to the northeast is the old lady's Songhe Hall, all the way to the east is the Liuliyuan where the eldest daughter of the big house lives, the most partial northwest direction lives three rooms, and the southwest direction is two rooms. The area around the Lianxin Bridge that they passed just now belongs to the scope of the second room.

Man Yan continued to follow behind the bell, and the previous red and purple gradually took off like snakeskin. It was bleak and lonely here, and there were few maids and servants walking around on the road. She had that feeling again, the big house was like a bleak winter. However, plants will not keep filial piety for others, only to see if they are well cared for. Fu Manyan happened to meet Fu Manyou's small bridge before he walked forward, this bridge was built inconspicuously and very simple. casually asked, "Where do the guests in our house usually go around?" ”

Bell rarely met outsiders, and after thinking about it, he replied: "It should be the west, and they all like the scenery over there." Isn't the Huanhua Pavilion over there, too? The ladies of the clan sometimes go to the pavilion to play. ”

"Didn't you and Sister Chunxi talk just now, what happened to the old lady?"

"It's not those trivial ones, it seems that someone from Zhuangzi has come up."

Fu Manyan pretended to be puzzled. "Why is Sister Chunxi so busy?"

"The old lady can hold up the small half of the sky, the maids and wives everywhere in the house, the intercession and quarreling money, this one wants to ask her, that one wants to find her, and the old lady's eating, drinking, and chewing are inseparable from her. How do you get idle? I was told I had back pain. The tone of the bell is seven points envy and three points sympathy.

Manyan was thinking that she had back pain and walked so much with her, which showed that she was stoic. The reason why being a subordinate is so tiring is because the old lady has a lot of things to worry about, but the only people who can be trusted are Chunxi and Mama Fang. There are so few people who have to use it, which is why it is so hard. It seems that some people will have to be trained to come out and keep them as a backup.

It takes a long time to train a person who can do things, from selection, training to practice and then really come in handy, and it is even more difficult to train a group of people who can do things. Is there any way to do it faster? For example, Muyu and his group are learning to read and write, and if they follow the conventional learning method, it will take at least a year or two to put what they have learned into practice. And learning the same thing is, to some extent, a waste of human resources. It's best to let everyone under your staff have a skill. Of course, this is a long-term goal, and in the short term, it is best to choose a few people to teach them according to their aptitude.

After Manyan returned to Liuliyuan, he asked the bell lotus to write on the desk, and he leaned on the bedside to meditate, trying to come up with a training plan first. In her opinion, many things need to be prepared for a rainy day. It wasn't until the dust came back that her mind was finally able to rest for a while.

The bamboo pen that was made by someone before the dust was brought back, and he looked a little nervous when he first entered the door. Man Yan was quite pleasantly surprised when he saw the finished product. The pen was clearly better than she had imagined. There are a lot of places where the brush is exquisite, and the writing is very slow, especially not suitable for writing very small characters. She came up with this idea because she wanted to write some daily things like memos in the future, and she didn't expect to be very good at it.

But the master who made this bamboo pen obviously put his heart into it. Instead of attaching the bamboo tube to a pointed object, as she said, he made two holes directly above and below the thin bamboo tube. The upper hole is large, but the lower hole is very small, and the small hole is stuffed with a short and thin wooden thorn, which is very evenly repaired, similar to the nib of the modern signature pen refill, except that the tip of the pen lacks tiny round beads that prevent liquid flow. Naturally, that is impossible to do. However, Manyan found that there was a circle of cotton wool stuffed at the interface between the wooden thorn and the bamboo tube, and the cotton wool was already black, which was obviously leak-proof. She smiled for a moment, she couldn't have asked for more. As for why the master didn't do what she said, she also understood, it must be a lack of connection methods, glue, welding, there will be no at this time.

"Third Miss, this towel is to block the hole above, and this is a bamboo pen cap, which is covered when not in use. The carpenter said that it was better to put it upright like a brush, so that the ink would not come out. "Fuchen also saw that the third lady was in a good mood, and the original worries were swept away." The master gave the slave maid three taels of silver last time, and used two taels and one tael. As he spoke, he took out the silver from his waist and held it in the palm of his hand.

Two taels of silver, so much, Man Yan felt that it was too much more than expected. She estimates that the cost of materials, labor, and tools needed to fill the ink will take some effort. I came up with an idea myself, and it was improved by others. Two taels of silver, it's really not much, after all, no one has ever done this, and that person has to try repeatedly. Forget it, unless there are modern machines for production, the cost will not be reduced. She originally wanted the maids to use this kind of pen in the future.

She tried to fill a sheet of paper with a new pen, and it didn't take time for a stick of incense. It's really fast, and the requirements for paper are also low, and writing on rice paper will not penetrate the back of the paper, so it can be written on inferior yellow paper. The more I feel that the money is well spent. Seeing that the third lady had not spoken, the dust whisk took the silver back. The master said it before, and the words were only commanded once, and she couldn't make the master angry anymore. The lotus flower on the side watched the two-month monthly silver fall into the dusty waist, and her heart was very unhappy, and she lost a little energy when she learned to write. One afternoon, with a sad face, I went to the kitchen to get food when it was time. She was still alone when she was feeding. The bell wooden fish learned to read and write, Sandalwood watched the stove in the kitchen every day, and the dust was always the work ordered by the third lady in private, and the more Lotus thought about it, the more she felt that she was left out, and she lay down sullenly without eating a few bites.

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In the side hall of Songhe Hall, Mama Fang sent the two women on the grange and helped Mrs. Feng, who was obviously in poor spirits, back to the bedroom. As soon as the old lady lay down and squinted her eyes, Chunxi crossed the threshold with her front foot. With a happy face, she walked quickly to the old lady, and then looked at Mama Fang: "Mama, what do you guess I came to report?" ”

The old lady held Mama Fang with one hand, supported her with the other, and said, "You girl, what is worth being a god and a ghost?" ”

Chunxi reported seriously, "The bell came over just now and said that the third lady wants to transfer all the girls and mothers-in-law of Hehuan Garden to her yard, and she will send someone to take care of it in the future, so as not to make Hehuan Garden desolate." Said it was to keep a memory. ”

After a pause, she continued, "The third lady also said that the scenery in the east and west of our house is too different, and it is best to buy some people to enter the house to add two people to each yard in the east, and you can also find a few people who know gardening to plant more flowers and trees in the east, otherwise it will not look good when outsiders come to our house." ”

The old lady suddenly didn't have a headache and her waist was not sore, and she sat up straight. "What else did you say?"

Chunxi hesitated for a moment and said bluntly, "I also said that she and the old lady are a family, so don't hold anything in your heart." Saying that she is older now makes you care more about your body. Also, when you're done here, she'll come back to say hello. ”

The old lady was like eating honey, and her heart was very happy. Mama Fang took this opportunity to walk to the flowers and brought a white porcelain medicine bowl with flowers and branches to her hand, "The old lady will listen to the third lady." I think Miss San's idea is very good, and you don't have to worry about how the people in Hehuan Garden will arrange it. The courtyard is empty for the time being, the third lady is an orphan girl who is reluctant to her parents, and the people in the second and third rooms have nothing to say. ”

The old lady took the medicine bowl and gulped and drank it, and his eyebrows and eyes relaxed a lot. Hehuan Yuan is for his only son Fu Muen, and no one else wants to take it away. She remembered that there was still an Aunt Hu living in "Yulinxuan" in the east, and asked, "Brother Yan'er also has someone over there?" ”

Chunxi said with a smile, "The old lady asked the same as me, and the bell said that she also asked, and I am sure that what the third lady said is that the master of our big house will be added, and the ninth young master will naturally add it." The words reveal a delicate charm that is rarely seen on weekdays.

The old lady waved her hand, "Do as Miss San said, go ahead." ”

Mama Fang was left in the house to wait. She leaned over to the old lady and said in a low voice, "Old lady, do you say that the death of the eldest lady has anything to do with Aunt Hu?" ”

The old lady shook her head slightly. "It stands to reason that it shouldn't be, Haoyan is gone, and she can still fight for being ugly. Seriously, the two rooms and the three rooms all have children. At this moment, don't suspect your neighbor of stealing the axe. The old lady sighed, "Zhuo's own family is not a family, but he gave birth to a good daughter." The maids and ladies on the side of the Liuli Courtyard are all beating and beating, so that they can serve their masters wholeheartedly, and if there is a next time, they will all be sold. "The old lady said that Fu Manyan was simply not bad, the more I thought about it, the more satisfied I was, the more I thought about it, the more I liked it, and I couldn't help but be angry when I mentioned those maids.

Mama Fang knew that the old lady was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and she didn't take her words seriously, and only served her to lie down. "The slave and maid will appease those people in the Zhuangzi, you can go to bed in peace." Then he called someone to come over and watch the night before leaving.