Mother Wang nodded, "I look at it, I'm afraid there are thousands of taels, Jimintang launched those pills today, the effect is the same as that of Liuji Pharmacy, but the price is much cheaper, so that Liuji Pharmacy has suffered a lot of losses, and it is estimated that the price of Liuji Pharmacy will be reduced tomorrow." ”

"Liuji Pharmacy is inferior to Jimintang in terms of prestige and backing, even if the price is reduced, it can't win the hearts of the people, and the loss is all because the four girls confiscated the secret recipe, so it is reasonable that she should bear part of the loss."

Mother Wang smiled, but the eldest lady frowned when she heard it, and she always felt that something was wrong.

The secret recipe is lost, the first thing should be to find out the person who stole the prescription, and since the secret recipe was handed over to Dr. Liu, there has not been a single dividend, even if it is to be compensated, it should be deducted from the profits, how could he take the silver ticket and leave, the money in the old lady's hand is not so easy to take, but the fourth girl has a ......

The corner of the eldest lady's mouth chuckled, and the silver ticket in Dr. Liu's hand belonged to the fourth girl.

Mother Wang looked at the eldest lady and was a little worried, "The secret recipe of the fourth girl is locked in the box, and now that she knows that the secret recipe is lost, the old lady will not let go of those maids who are waiting." ”

The eldest lady is not worried at all, she doesn't know when the secret recipe was lost, how can she know who stole it, and she can't send the maid and the woman without evidence, right?

That not only will not be able to give an explanation to Liu Ji Pharmacy, but it will also make the Hou Mansion lose its reputation, how smart the old lady is, she will not ignore the reputation of the Hou Mansion.

For dinner, An Rong was used in Songhe Temple, and when he was halfway through, the maid came to tell him that the bamboo house had been repaired.

After dinner, the old lady did not leave her face and told her that she was tired of the day. Rest early. Let her go back to Linglong Garden.

Just go up to the second floor. Ruan's mother greeted her, her eyebrows were full of worry, "What should I do if I lose those secret recipes?" ”

An Rong looked at her worries, and sneered in her heart, let you stumble for a few more days, even if I help me intercede, I won't have a good life for you.

An Rong gritted his teeth and said, "Jimin Tang has got the secret recipe and sold pills." What else can I do, I can only compete with the two pharmacies, but the thief who stole the secret recipe had better clamp his tail tightly, the old lady's means, I don't need to say it, I also know it in my heart. ”

The fluttering eyes swept over Ruan's mother, and her back was cold, and her legs were a little unable to stand.

Qiu Ju and Dongmei stepped forward to show their loyalty, and An Rong sneered. "Everyone is loyal, who stole the prescription?"

Several of the maids were pale. An Rong ignored no one, walked directly to the corridor, walked in with Xiao Qi's arm, and slapped its head with one hand, "Unthankful!" Anyway, I saved your life, good food and drink for you, you are good, join forces to deceive me, you honestly send me a letter to your black-hearted master, return the painting to me, or I will strip you of your hair and drink the soup! ”

An Rong took Xiao Qi to the study, took a small note, wrote it down, and then tied Xiao Qi's feet.

A quarter of an hour later, the note was taken down by a pair of bony hands, looking at the words on the note.

Villain! deceived the paintings, caused me to misunderstand Mrs. Zhou, and must compensate me!

Looking at the word villain, the man's eyes were slightly cold, even colder than the half of the silver mask on his face.

It's just that he has doubts, if it wasn't for his grandfather telling him that he was in the hands of Mrs. Zhou, he wouldn't know about it, how would he know about it?

I wanted to release the pigeon directly, but in the end I turned and walked towards the desk.

A quarter of an hour later, An Rong received a reply.

The matter of defrauding the painting began with a misunderstanding, the brother is highly talented, and the admiration is so great that the painting has been given away, and if the brother has other requests, he can be entrusted.

Entrusted?

An Rong regretted a little, he didn't ask who Mrs. Zhou painted it for, the other party's character doesn't seem to be very good, do I dare to entrust you!

But even if you don't believe him, you should believe in Mrs. Zhou's vision, you can see at a glance that she is talented and vicious.

But she didn't seem to have anything to ask of him now, and she could solve ordinary things by herself, and it was better to think of a particularly difficult problem, so that he would know that the end of deceiving her was bleak.

An Rong sat there, racking his brains to think, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he began to write.

By the time the letter was received, it was already the beginning of the day.

The man looked at what was written on the letter, his brow furrowed, and stood in front of the window, looking at the crescent moon in the sky.

I don't know what to think.

In the dead of night, the candles are bright, illuminating the night as if it were day.

In front of the desk, An Rong was concentrating on writing, occasionally dipping in ink, occasionally thinking with his hands on his cheeks, and sometimes crumpling the written paper into a ball and throwing it directly on the ground.

Not far away, Begonia embroidered needlework by the lamplight, saw An Rong lost another piece of paper, put down the embroidery basket, walked over to pick it up, threw it into the charcoal basin, and burned into ashes.

Then help An Rong replace the cold tea with hot one.

Dongmei came up with her clothes draped and asked Begonia softly, "The girl is not sleepy?" ”

Haitang shook her head and yawned, "The girl just asked the slave maid to make a cup of strong tea, and drank it all, and it looks like it's going to be all night." ”

Dongmei was about to walk over, but Haitang grabbed her and shook her head at her.

Dongmei saw An Rong blowing lightly on the paper full of words, then put it aside, pressed it with a paperweight, and continued.

Dongmei pursed her lips lightly, today was her night duty, but the girl named Haitang to serve her, this is to guard against her, she was a little unhappy, but her face asked quietly, "What is the girl writing?" ”

Begonia shook her head, "I don't know a few words, I don't know what the girl is writing." ”

But she knew that the girl asked her to serve because she was illiterate, and the girl didn't want others to know what she was doing, and even the waste paper had to be burned in time without leaving a trace.

At this time, An Rong threw away a piece of paper, and Dongmei hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up.

When I turned around, I had already opened it, and I saw that it read:

Nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars, one thousand pears in time, nine eleven pears, and four dollars for seven fruits. What is the price of pears?

There is also a bunch of words underneath, which have been scribbled and changed, and it is not clear at all.

Dongmei frowned slightly, what is this thing written by the girl, it is not an account book, nor is it a secret recipe, it is a mess.

was speculating, Begonia grabbed it and threw it directly into the charcoal basin, and Dongmei glared at her.

Haitang also knew that Fang Cai's move had provoked Dongmei, so she hurriedly smiled and said, "Sister Dongmei, go down and rest, I have to serve the girl here." ”

Dongmei saw that she couldn't read what was written on the paper at all, so she told Haitang a few words and walked downstairs.

Half an hour later, An Rong stretched his waist, rubbed his shoulders, then sorted out a pile of papers, raised his eyes and instructed Haitang, "Go downstairs and bring the cover, as well as needles and threads." ”

Begonia turned and left.

An Rong counted how many she had written, there were more than ninety, and the questions and answers she could remember were all here, and she didn't know if she had missed them.

After Haitang took the needle and thread and the cover, An Rong sorted it out and planned to bind it, but when he thought about it, he felt that something was missing, as if there was no order.

An Rong hurriedly sat down to write a preface, and put aside a blank piece of paper before binding it.

Looking at the book he made, it still had a strong scent of ink, which made people feel comfortable, wrapped it in a square gauze towel, and put the book under the pillow with An Rong.

Yu washed up, went to bed and fell asleep, and told Begonia to wake her up in the morning before going to bed.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when An Rong was woken up, her eyes were still closed, and there were some dark circles under her eyes.

It took some powder to barely cover it.

After breakfast, An Rong went out with a book and a peony.

I didn't go to say hello to the eldest lady, and went directly to Songheyuan.

At the gate of Songhe Courtyard, Shen Anyu walked over from another road with a smile and laughter, and the laughter was pleasant, like a warbler's cry.

"Tongzhou is rich in folding fans, and my father will definitely bring us back with folding fans when he goes to Tongzhou on an errand," Shen Anxi smiled in a soft voice, "Do you still remember the folding fan of the county lord of Qinghe?" ”

Shen Anyu's eyes lit up, "How can you not remember, the double-sided embroidered fan is embroidered with a beautiful woman worshipping the moon, and the fan handle is hollowed out of sandalwood, which is inlaid with rice beads, which is said to be the fan that Tongzhou tribute, there are only four of them, and they can be bought in Tongzhou, it seems to cost a hundred taels of silver." ”

When he said the last sentence, Shen Anyu's eyes darkened, "Daddy won't buy such a luxurious folding fan for us." ”

Shen Anxi was about to speak, but when she saw An Rong coming over, she looked at her and said with a smile, "What kind of good things did the fourth sister give to grandmother, and they were wrapped so tightly?" ”

Shen Anyu looked up, tightened her hand, and sneered, "The package is so tight, isn't it because we are afraid of being seen and hindering her from being courteous to her grandmother, if you are not afraid of being scolded by her, go and grab it, so that our eldest family can see it." ”

Shen Anxi smiled awkwardly, "The fourth sister is not as good at talking as before, even you dare to scold, I don't have the courage to rob it." ”

Shen Anfu smiled silently.

When An Rong approached and greeted each other, everyone's eyes swept over the book in her arms as if they were nothing, Shen Anyu couldn't help but be curious, and glanced at Shen Anyu.

Shen Anxi complained bitterly in her heart, but she smiled and grabbed An Rong's arm, pointed to the book in her arms, and said, "What is it in the arms of the fourth sister, so tightly hidden?" ”

An Rong smiled, like a spring breeze blowing through a peony, "It's just a book." ”

I didn't want to talk more, so I stepped into the courtyard.

The more this is the case, the more curious it is, when did she become such a precious book?

The books in the Linglong Pavilion, they can all borrow them to read, sometimes they lose them and damage them, she won't feel distressed!

Several people were curious and itched in their hearts, as if they had been scratched by hair, but when they thought of what happened last time, they didn't dare to come forward and grab it, but what kind of book was it, and after she was courteous, they knew it, so they endured it.

An Rong entered the house, the old lady was telling Mother Sun about something, An Rong listened to two sentences, then stepped forward quickly, and asked curiously, "Grandmother, what did you pick for your eldest brother to give to Mrs. Zhou as a meeting gift?" ”

The old lady looked at An Rong kindly, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Zhou likes calligraphy and painting, although your grandfather is a military general, he also likes to dance and write ink, and he left a lot of them before his death. (To be continued......)