Most of these little girls came from Fengxian with the Zhang family, and they were all born to the old mansion, and the remaining two were not, they were the daughters of the slaves in the small mansion in the capital, and they were bought from the people together, and they were carefully adjusted, and when the master of the family went to live in Beijing, there could be someone around them. The eldest of them is only twelve or thirteen years old, the youngest is nine years old, almost all of them are in the third and fourth class, and only the eldest Bihan is the second class. She was the one who waited in the house when Zhao Xiu was in her hometown, and she was a helper for Bilian on weekdays.

Bilian is married, Bihan is the person who has the best chance of being on the top in terms of qualifications, and seeing that the other little girls are so positive, of course she is not willing to be left behind.

Zhao Xiu was going to the Cao family in the Zhuguo General's Mansion tomorrow as a guest, and Bi Han took the initiative to say: "The girl is going to the Cao family tomorrow, I don't know which dress you want to wear?" Although the old clothes brought by the family are good, firstly, most of them were made last year, and the size is already small, and secondly, the customs of the two places are not very different, and I am afraid that it will be out of place to wear them. The few pieces made in the capital at the beginning of the year are bright and decent, but at the moment of the national funeral, it seems that they are not suitable for wearing? But if you wear it like you do when you go to Guangping Wangfu on weekdays, I'm afraid it's too plain. Thinking that Mrs. Cao is also an old person, it is inevitable that there are some taboos. ”

Zhao Xiu hadn't thought about it so much before, but he was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking about it, it really made sense, so he said: "Then open the suitcase and see if there are any clothes that are light and elegant in color and don't look too plain." ”

Bi Han immediately opened the box, turned out Zhao Xiu's clothes one by one to show her, and took the initiative to provide Jian Yiyi, but unfortunately every one of her Jian Yiì. Zhao Xiu felt that there were some shortcomings, not as she said, the tops and bottoms were too plain to match. It's just that the material is thick, and it is not suitable for summer wear.

A group of little girls saw that Bi Han took the initiative to ask for a table, and they were not to be outdone, and they surrounded each other. They are quite nimble, since most of the new clothes they have recently made this summer are too plain. Why don't you just pick a single piece and choose a brighter color skirt to match? In this way, the skirt made last year can also be used, and it doesn't matter if it's short. It would be nice to change it overnight.

With such a squeaky chatter, Zhao Xiu had a headache.

Bi Lian heard the movement outside in the back room, thought about it, and then pulled out a skirt and walked out: "How about the girl, take a look at this?" ”

Zhao Xiu looked over. Reached out and touched it. I found that it was the material of the field yarn, and the color turned out to be mint green, which was rare in this era, and I couldn't help but "huh": "This color looks familiar, I remember that last year, our weaving workshop did not hand over a fine cloth, saying that it was the people in the dyeing workshop when they were tuning, they wanted to adjust the jade color, but I don't know which material was not put right, and this novel color came out." It's also beautiful, so I tried dyeing one. Delivered to your home? I saw that it looked good, and told them to try to dye some more and sell it in the shop outside. Could this be freshly dyed? ”

Bilian smiled: "Exactly." Before the old lady went to Beijing, she thought that the girl had only brought a few changes of clothes into Beijing, and that she would definitely have to make more new clothes when the season changed, so she brought a small half boat of materials from home. This one, which was handed over by the dyeing mill under the control of the weaving factory, was made of field yarn, and there was also a silk, a silk, a muslin, and a leno, all of the same color. The girl will use whatever she likes. On the way, because the old lady was afraid that the girls would be more naughty, and they would fall into the water if they ran around on the boat, so they let them do needlework in the cabin all day long, and my mother made this skirt. ”

The mint green solid gauze skirt made by Lu's mother is a horse-faced skirt, and the skirt is embroidered with a chic curly grass pattern with silk threads that are slightly darker than the material itself, the style is simple, but it does not look too plain. Bilian picked out a Hangbailuo shirt from this year's new summer shirt, which was fresh and elegant.

Zhao Xiu smiled with satisfaction and said: "Just these two pieces, I have been dazzled to pick and choose, and I still have to ask the needlework person to make two more clothes suitable for wearing out as guests." In the first half of this year, she was housekeeper in the capital, because she thought that this summer was a national funeral, and she had to go to the Guangping Palace often, so she definitely had no chance to wear bright clothes, so she only asked people to make plain and light-colored clothes. At that time, she didn't have to think about going out to socialize, so she didn't think too much, and now it seems that she was really negligent.

Bi Lian smiled: "This shirt is white, it's nothing to go to the palace, but now it's too plain." After a while, I embroidered some curly grass patterns on the girl's top with green silk thread, which matched the pattern on the skirt. ”

It is extremely easy to embroider some patterns, and Zhao Xiu happily thanked Bilian.

Bi Han was secretly convinced while collecting her clothes beside her, sure enough, the senior sisters are different, she wants to be a first-class girl, and there are still many things to learn.

But she glanced back at the other little girls and secretly clenched her fists again. Even if she is far inferior to Sister Bilian, she is much stronger than these little hooves, and she must not let them step on her head!

Zhao Xiu was faintly aware of the undercurrent between the little girls below, but he didn't pay attention to it. She also guessed that after Bilian's big girl seat was vacated, she would definitely be stared at by them. As long as they compete reasonably, don't engage in crooked and evil actions, and don't harm people behind their backs, she is also happy to see her subordinates actively express themselves. What she Zhao Xiu likes, she has never been obedient and obedient, the master told her to take a step, she didn't dare to take half a step, the master said that the egg was square, and she kept nodding her head to echo the kind of girl, what is the difference between raising a puppet?

Early the next morning, Zhao Xiu got up to comb and wash, and pulled his hair back. Bi Lian opened the red sandalwood box containing the imperial jewelry, picked out a pair of pearl and silver hairpins from it, and wanted to put hairpins on her head. Zhao Xiu stopped her, and only took one of the hairpins on one side of the hairpin, but on the other side only brought a green yarn flower, although it was not in contrast, it looked very cute and chic.

She changed into the Luo shirt and gauze skirt and went to Zhang's house for breakfast. Zhang Shi looked at her dress, smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "The skirt is good, it's new, right?" At a glance, you will know that it is your mother's craft. Mother Lu scooped a bowl of porridge on the side, sent it to Zhang's with both hands, and said with a smile: "The girl has grown a lot taller than last year, and I am afraid that I can't wear the old clothes, and there are still a month or two in the summer, do you want to make a few more sets?" ”

Zhang disagreed: "That's enough." The national funeral will not end until August, before that, if it is not for the invitation of acquaintances, there is less time to go out as a guest, even if you make a new one, at most wear it twice, you can't wear it next year, it is a waste of material, it is better to make a few more autumn clothes is serious. ”

Zhao Xiu blinked, feeling that it was better for him not to speak at this time.

After a while, Zhao Wei also came over. He now resumed his original routine at home, got up early in the morning and went to practice boxing first, sweated all over his practice, went back to the room to take a shower, changed into clean clothes before coming out for breakfast. Today, he is also wearing a white robe, with a belt around his waist, and his black hair is neatly tied with a white brocade belt, which makes him look more and more long and jade, like a jade tree in the wind.

Zhao Xiu smiled and boasted: "Huh? Where did the beautiful boy come from? What a good life! ”

Zhao Wei's face turned red, and he scolded with a smile: "You girl, now you have learned to be narrow, and you actually laughed at your brother." ”

Zhang smiled and asked the girl to add porridge to Zhao Wei: "Although she is narrow, what she said is right, my grandson is now more and more beautiful." Mother Lu also covered her mouth and smiled: "I'm afraid that there are few people in the capital who can compare to the demeanor of our little marquis." A room full of children laughed, Zhao Wei blushed like a monkey's buttocks, and he sat still and finished breakfast as usual.

The car has been set, the three ancestors and grandchildren got into the car, rode on horseback, and set off to the Zhuguo General's Mansion with several servants.

On the road, the handsome young man Zhao Wei attracted the attention of many people, he was still a fresh face in the capital, and most of the people who had seen him were high-level people, so many passers-by privately discussed, whose young son and brother is this? He looks so handsome, and he rides his horse well. Some people who knew that it was the new Marquis of Jiannan, and passers-by suddenly realized that it was his family.

Some people who knew the past of the Zhao family secretly poked and said in private that this little marquis was much better than the brother in his family's room. In the past, Zhao Yan was obviously a concubine, his grandfather revoked his title for sin, and his father was only a six-grade military attache at that time, so he regarded himself as the son of the Hou Mansion all day long, thinking that he was handsome and talented, and he grabbed the limelight with others everywhere. Now he almost became a prisoner, his family is so poor that he can't afford to eat, and he is still wearing silk clothes to fight with people in the autumn breeze. I haven't seen him much lately, but his brother-in-law has returned from his hometown, looking for work on the streets of the outer city, and working as a porter in a bookstore. I heard that I originally planned to copy books for others, but the handwriting was not good enough, and I didn't plan to make a plate, so I could only do small jobs, and I only earned one or twenty wen a day. It can be seen that God has eyes, and their fathers and ancestors coveted titles and harmed others, and their descendants will be punished.

Zhao Ze stopped less than two feet behind the group of people who were talking about it, and lowered his head. He didn't know these people, and he didn't know how they found out about their house and talked about it on the street, but now he didn't want to be recognized in person.

His companion was busy putting bags of books into the carriage, and when he saw that he had stopped, he said impatiently, "What are you doing stupidly?" Don't be lazy. While it's still early and the city isn't very lively, let's quickly pack up the books and send them back to the store. The seller said, let us try to be as quiet as possible, so as not to make everyone know, lest others gossip about him and scold him for selling the books of his ancestors. After saying this, the companion looked back at the door behind him disapprovingly: "The descendants are not good, they have lost the face of their ancestors, and they still pay attention to these false faces." ”

Zhao Ze lowered his head and sorted out the books scattered in the carriage in a pile. His companion scolded the book seller, but how could he not be the same for his own family? It's really useless to save face, so he can only work in a down-to-earth manner now.

Turning around and walking to the door, Zhao Ze picked up a large bag of books, carried them to the carriage like a grain bag, threw them into the carriage vigorously, and then raised his arms to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He is wearing a coarse brown coat today, and he is stepping on a pair of cloth shoes in the market for ten cents, and those who were familiar with him in the past must not recognize it, this is the eldest great-grandson of the Duke of Jiannan County, the son of Houmen, Zhao Ze, who was once clothed and fed, and was favored by thousands of pets. (To be continued......)

PS: It's a holiday! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone! Happy little long holiday ~~~~