Wen Yun pounced, and Wen Qing also found that he didn't know when he packed the package, and he was tied diagonally behind him, blinking at her with a pair of big eyes, very cute.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Go to work with your mother. Don't worry, I'm very well-behaved and won't be noisy. ”

Wen Qing squatted down, put the kettle on the ground, and then held his cheeks with both hands, the soft and smooth touch was like jelly, and when he pinched it, he still had the strength of QQ bombs, and Wen Qing's heart softened into a puddle of water.

"Yun'er, wait for me at home. The dyeing workshop has been busy these days, and when my mother is free, I will take you to play. ”

Wen Yun pursed his lips, his shoulders collapsed, he was a little sad, and he said wiltingly: "Okay then." ”

Wen Qing only felt that her heart was pierced by a needle, she suddenly hugged Wen Yun into her arms and rubbed his body hard, this is her child with blood and bones, she naturally wants to tie him to her body, but Wen Yun will grow up, he can't rely on her too much.

"Mother, you go to work, I'll help my grandfather."

Wen Yun carefully patted Wen Qing's shoulder, learned the way she had comforted him before, and said with a relieved smile.

Wen Qing raised the corners of her lips, her smile was bright and gentle, and she responded softly: "Okay." ”

Leaving home, Wen Qing's steps were unusually fast. Not only does she have a lot of strength, but even her feet are much faster, and she still feels that she is better now when she is the one who can breathe when she runs 800 meters.

Soon, when he arrived at Baisha Town, Wen Qing saw many people standing by the city wall from afar. She couldn't see clearly, only that the clothes on their bodies were dark in color, but not the black clothes worn by the flat-headed people, but a color that was almost navy blue.

How is there so many people in town? Wen Qing remembered the ceremony that Steward Chen talked about yesterday, it should be a few days later, and many people will visit Huayun City. As the transportation hub of Huayun City, it is not uncommon for Baisha Town to suddenly have more outsiders.

Wen Qing slowed down, she couldn't walk in a hurry, it would make people feel strange.

As the old saying goes, an explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth. Therefore, keep silent and remember to keep a low profile, this rule has always been pursued by Wenqing.

Getting closer, Wen Qing saw those people dressed in strong suits, either holding knives or guns in their hands, and scanning everyone passing by the city gate with expressionless faces. Unsurprisingly, they also looked at Wen Qing, and saw that it was an ordinary woman, carrying a pot of water, dressed as poor, which was not surprising, and their eyes left Wen Qing.

Wen Qing walked through the city gate and came to the busy street, where she had come early to buy something at the morning market and take it home in the evening.

"Stall owner, how do you sell these persimmons?"

From ancient times to the present, it has been a rule. The things in the store are always more expensive than those on the stalls, and Wen Qing is not greedy for cheap, but sometimes, the things on the stalls are not necessarily as good as those in the store. After all, integrity is said to be available in all stores, but it's a matter of how much.

Wen Qing squatted and stretched out his hand to pick it, this persimmon is quite fresh, it is estimated that it is the batch that has just been listed, and the price is also staggering.

She frowned, "Sixty copper plates a catty, so expensive?" ”

She originally thought that if she had the conditions, she could also dry the persimmons to make some persimmons, so that the storage time would be long, but she didn't expect the price to exceed her expectations.

"It's not expensive! Little lady, I just picked it from the tree, but it's fresh, and it tastes good. ”

Wen Qing sniffed and said, "It smells good." ”

The stall owner was very proud when he heard this, and said: "That is, I take care of the orchard every day, can this fruit be bad?" Besides, the persimmons around are all at this price, if you are not satisfied, you can go around and ask who else has a more honest price than me? ”

"Hmm."

Huh? The stall owner didn't expect Wen Qing to answer like this, so he immediately sat up straight and watched Wen Qing get up and leave in a daze.

"Little lady! Why don't you want it? ”

Wen Qing asked Qingfeng to send his two words: "It's too expensive." ”

The stall owner was depressed, and he had just opened early in the morning and ate a closed door, should the business be good on this day? Sure enough, when Wen Qing came to visit again in the evening, he found that the stall owner hadn't sold a single one all day, and was sitting on the ground dejectedly.

Wen Qing asked the price again, this time it was reduced to forty copper plates a catty, she was still not satisfied, the stall owner gritted his teeth, and thirty copper plates gave half of the persimmons to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing got cheap, took two pieces of sugar cake from the hanging bag and handed them to the stall owner, she guessed that the stall owner must have children at home. The stall owner was stunned, and he felt that this loss-making transaction did not seem to be a loss.

But this is all a later story, Wen Qing transferred back to the dyeing workshop from the West Market, and she took a fancy to some things along the way, but because it was the morning market, the price was relatively expensive, and she was not willing to buy it, so she thought that she would come and see it in the evening, maybe there would be something affordable.

Just as she was about to turn the corner, someone came from the long street beating horses.

A long cyan cloak was lifted by the wind, and his posture was like an eagle about to flutter its wings, and his handsome and heroic appearance fascinated countless women along the way.

Everyone only saw his tightly pursed lips, his smooth jaw, and remembered the deep and handsome phoenix eyes.

Countless cheers erupted.

"The young city lord has returned triumphantly! The young city lord is heroic! ”

The man didn't squint, clenched the reins, and went straight to where he wanted to go. In front of her, a slender figure was unexpectedly reflected in the line of sight, she was dressed as a man, but her back was straighter than that of a man, and it could be judged from her delicate side face that her appearance must not be bad.

The man instantly stood up, leaped off his horse, and chased after the street corner in a few steps.

However, there was a surge of people in front of him, and he could no longer find the woman he liked.

The cloak slowly fell, the dark lines seemed to flow water, the thick eyelashes drooped, and his hands clenched into fists.

Is it an illusion?

But why is it so true?

Who, exactly, lied?

The sky gradually changed, and in the middle of the afternoon, the sky was full of dark clouds, Wen Qing estimated that there was a heavy rain, and just wanted to ask Steward Zhang if he wanted to collect all the colored dyed fabrics in the yard into the house, a quiet voice came out behind him: "It's going to rain, put the dyeing workshop into the warehouse, be careful, don't touch it, the color of this batch of dyed cloth has not been completely finalized, and a little bump will lead to a falling color." ”

"Got it, Steward Chen."

Wen Qing stood under the eaves, watching the dyers and weavers struggling to lift the stands, she wanted to go over and help, but she couldn't do it. She's a newbie, and she's bound to bump into it, so she's just standing aside.

"Don't come in yet? Want to get wet in the rain? ”

Leng Buding opened his mouth to speak to her, Wen Qing was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, the raindrops had already crackled and fell, and there was nothing in the courtyard, and she was a god for so long?

A lot of rain came in, Wen Qing took two steps back, and suddenly crashed into a warm place.

Chen He held her shoulder, the person was cold, but his fingers were hot and warm. He let go in time and said lightly: "Don't stand stupidly, Steward Zhang is looking for you, I think you don't know what you should do, and you are leisurely watching others work." Clerk, if you don't want to do it, we can ask for a better one. ”

Wen Qing bowed his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry." ”

"Apologies are of no use to the dyerhouse. Do what you have to do, don't delay the hour, the young master will come back in three days, if he catches your mistake, I should be sorry. ”

He stared at the top of her head and said, "I'll ask you to leave the dye shop." ”

Wen Qing responded, her tone still quiet, "I know." ”

She staggered past and entered the study at the end of the corridor, where Steward Chen was really waiting for her. "You're going to read the accounts, right? Help me check all the account books from the past three months, and if there is anything missing, tell me, don't tell Steward Chen, otherwise he will say that I am not meticulous in doing things. ”

Chen Rong smiled, seemingly trusting Wen Qing completely. Wen Qing didn't respond at all, took the account book and sat down on the side and began to read it. Chen Rong put a cold ass on her hot face, and she was not annoyed, anyway, the days were still long, and she would let Wen Qing be her own person.

The heavy rain has passed, and although the sky has not cleared, it does not look like it will rain again. After Wen Qing finished reading the account book, it was just time for her to change into her clothes, say a word to Steward Zhang, and leave first.

Zhang Rong was speechless, she originally wanted Wen Qing to stay and help her do something, but Wen Qing said that she was going to buy vegetables and cook at home, and no matter how much she retained, it would be pale, so Chen Rong could only resign herself to stay and continue to deal with affairs.

After Chen He counted the last batch of dyed cloth, it was already time for him to arrive, and the street was empty, only the watchman walked.

The cold wind rose again, Chen He took two steps forward, wanting to ignore the warm fragrance of nephrite on his side, but after taking two or three steps, he turned around and came back.

"This handsome young man, do you like Sisi, or do you like Qianqian? Or do you like Xiaoyue's like that? ”

The women in Qin Chu's Red Mansion have never spoken in a measured manner, they just need to laugh, because what people who come here want is straightforwardness and excitement. However, it is rare to meet someone who they like, and many women want to climb up, but they are killed by Chen He with one look.

"Where's Nie Frame?"

As soon as he said this, a woman laughed, "It turns out that this is what you are good about, master." Maybe it's our sisters, and we don't deserve you. Please come over here, and I'll take you there. ”

Chen He frowned, this Nie frame is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Passing through the aroma of fat powder, bypassing the warm fragrance of nephrite, walking up the ancient wooden staircase, pushing open the carved door, the two people on the bed have no scruples. Chen He saw at a glance that it was not Nie Frame who was being pressed under him.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he blocked the woman who opened the door for him, and closed the door in one fell swoop. Immediately, he approached the powder bed, ripped off the man on top, like throwing a rag, he threw the man to the ground, and said coldly: "Get out." ”

The little girl was silent, picked up a robe and hunched out of the private room.

Chen He stared at the man who was wandering on the bed.

Xu was embarrassed to be seen, Nie Frame pulled the embroidered quilt and wrapped himself, put his hands under his head, and said, "It's rare that Steward Chen has such an interest to come here, why don't you call a woman?" Could it be that you have the same fetish as me? ”

Chen He kicked over, and after kicking the man wrapped in a silkworm cocoon twice, he turned his back and said, "Get dressed and come with me!" ”

"Where are you going?" The tone is all lazy.

"Nie Frame, don't forget what the young master told us." Chen He turned back suddenly.

Something flashed in Nie Frame's usual tired eyes, and he snorted and said, "Steward Chen, I can't remember what the young master has to say, if you remember, you can sue me once." ”

Chen He knew that he was warning himself not to talk nonsense.

He was speechless for a while, and said firmly: "You have not been in the dyeing workshop for many days, and Zhang Rong is more and more presumptuous." You're a general manager, why don't you come back with me? ”

Nie Frame understood, and realized: "It turns out that you can't beat her, so you came to me for help." ”

It's so underwhelming.

Chen He narrowed his eyes, resisting the urge to beat him up.

But at the same time, I heard him say: "What are you afraid of? All she wants is power, if she really has the corresponding strength, this dyeing workshop will give it to her. Don't forget, the young man asked us for the woman, but not her. ”