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Song Meiling didn't wake up until the horn sounded outside the tent, Song Meiling didn't feel as painful as Xiaohong feared last night, on the contrary, she had a feeling of the collapse of the Jiang family, and she had a feeling that the sky was restored and neglected, but she never told others about the reason, she had been buried in her heart, thinking that she would only be in a state of confusion in this life, but she knew that the sky finally opened her eyes.

"Madame, you're awake."

"Well, Hong'er, you comb the hair from that baggage and bring it to me." Song Meiling touched her head, her hair was scattered, and she could look like she was unkempt.

Xiaohong pulled out the drawer from the small square table, took out the burden stuffed in it and put it on the table to untie it, rummaged through the middle a few times and didn't see the hair comb, and finally didn't even look at her own little baggage.

"Hong'er, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Xiaohong saw that there were only a few clothes in the baggage, and the gold, silver and jewelry that Song Meiling had hidden in it had already been confiscated by Huangshi, and it was checked several times before it was returned to them.

"Forget it, Hong'er, you put the baggage knot back." Song Meiling was a little melancholy, how could she see people like this.

When Xiaohong stuffed the burden back, she saw the roll of white paper again, the paper was very white and white, but it was rolled into a thick roll, as soft as white yarn, but it was not stabbed, she broke a hole last night with a light poke, maybe it was the rice paper that Mrs. said, but it was cut so short for what to do, even Mrs. couldn't figure it out.

At this time, she heard someone shouting outside, Xiaohong hurriedly closed the drawer, "Madam, go outside and listen to what's going on." ”

"Well, then there you go." Song Meiling walked to the glass mirror by herself, ready to comb her hair in a bun with her hands.

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After a while, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and Song Meiling saw that it was Xiaohong who came back, her face was a little excited, and she couldn't help but be a little strange, "Hong'er, what is so happy?" ”

"Madame, I heard from the man that he told us to go outside and get the washing things according to the head." Xiaohong laughed, she was also very worried when she got up in the morning, and now she didn't know if the Yellow Immortal Master was going to send back their original supplies.

Song Meiling didn't want to go, but she only reported back after Xiaohong went out and said that the second little steward of Su said that everyone had to be present, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get anything, so she had to tidy up a little with Xiaohong's help, and then closed the curtain door and walked out of the tent.

The sea breeze in late autumn blew her body cool, but fortunately, under Xiaohong's reminder just now, Song Meiling wrapped a few more pieces on her body, and she felt better after she came out, and she saw that there were already several queues lined up in the open space far away from the camp.

"Madam, you see Brother Jing'er, they are also in front."

Song Meiling followed the direction of Xiaohong's finger and looked over, in the team composed of female dependents, Guojing and Guowei were held by their nurses and lined up in front, she wanted to walk over with Xiaohong, but she was immediately stopped by a bald head next to the team.

"You guys go to the back of the line up." The bald head pointed to the back of the line with the plastic stick in his hand.

Xiaohong had to help Song Meiling to the back of the line, and some familiar servants saw that it was Song Meiling, so they surrounded and asked for peace, and said hello to Lu, this good line of people was chaotic all of a sudden.

Before I could say a word, I could hear the bald head in front of me shouting again, "Do you have itchy skin and want to eat sticks, don't you hurry up and line up for me." ”

Everyone hurriedly stood in line, and someone secretly said to Xiaohong that those bald heads don't look at their sticks are a little soft, but once they are pumped on their bodies, they hurt, and in a blink of an eye, a red mark comes out. Although they lined up again, Song Meiling and the two of them were surrounded by these familiar people to the front position.

As a result, I saw the bald head coming over with a stick, and pointed at them with a stick, "How did you line up just now, and rearrange it for me in the original order." ”

Then he directly pointed at Song Meiling with the stick, and the stick almost hit her nose, "What's the matter with the two of you, what kind of queue to insert, even our Chief Huang never cut the queue when he was in line, you still dare to insert, next time I want to do this, I won't be so good-tempered." ”

Song Meiling's face flushed with shame, no one has scolded her face like this in the past four or five years, but in front of the public, she could only lower her head and pull the little red gray to the back of the line, the bald head didn't care about herself, and when she saw that there was a queue here, she walked back to the front with her hands behind her.

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After a while, Song Meiling felt that no one's eyes fell on her anymore, and she felt a little better, so she raised her head again, and saw that the servant woman in front of her was muttering, so she pricked up her ears to listen to what they were talking about.

"That roll of paper, it's really easy to use......

"Yes, this heavenly immortal even ...... this"

After listening to it for a while, Song Meiling realized that the "rice paper" in the table drawer yesterday was actually used for convenience, she and Xiaohong looked at each other, and that little brother Wu was too forgetful, and he forgot to mention this.

Last night, everyone in the big tent was told that this "rolling paper" was specially used to relieve the use of wiping their stomachs, which caused both of them to hold back for a long time, and they were thinking about finding some small sticks or something to use as toilet chips later.

Of course, it's not that Wu Nanhai forgot it, it's just that he felt that it was really difficult to say that in front of these two "charming" women, he felt that it was really difficult to say, he was relatively young, and he always felt that these good-looking women were not eating fireworks in the world, and he was afraid that if he said that word, he would be abrupt and beautiful.

It's a pity that his good intentions are not known to Song Meiling and the two of them, Song Meiling and Xiaohong continued to listen, and felt very strange that these servants did not mention the matter of "glass mirror", what is going on, they all saw doubts in each other's eyes, maybe only in their small tent.

After waiting for a while, I saw some bald men in colorful clothes, bringing out a lot of things from a big tent, and after going back and forth a few times, I heard Su Er standing in front of him shouting, "Now we start distributing things, you guys come forward slowly one by one, don't cross this red line for the people behind, and come up again after sending one." ”

So everyone waited there, fortunately, the speed was not slow, Song Meiling watched in a few minutes, and then finished sending a person, and the person did not disperse directly after receiving the things, but walked to the other direction of the camp.

When it was Song Meiling's turn, there were only two people left in the team here, she and Xiaohong, and when Su Er beckoned her to go up and forward, she walked forward from behind the red line like everyone else.

Because she saw someone just now because she also crossed this red line when someone else led it, but she was slapped hard by the bald head who maintained order in front, and the ghost cried wolf in pain, and after that, everyone else naturally stood behind this red line honestly.

"What's your name?" Su Minyou behind the table looked at her and asked.

"Slave Song Meiling." Song Meiling didn't know what to do with this Mr. Su didn't know herself anymore, didn't Huang Xianshi just let them know each other yesterday, but she had to answer again.

"Song Meiling, you can count the number of these things yourself and see if there is any missing?" Su Minyou wrote down Song Meiling's name with water on a piece of paper, as well as the number of things, because he was not used to using a pen, so he remembered very slowly, so here he asked Su Er to tell Song Meiling the number of things.

"Two washbasins, two cups, two towels, and ...... mopping"

Song Meiling watched Su Er separate the things one by one, then took one and said the name of one to her, put them all together on the table, and then Su Er briefly said the use of these things as she did, and then asked her if she understood.

"The slave family understands."

"Actually, it's okay if you don't understand it now, and when you walk from here to the back later, someone will naturally teach you how to use them." Su Minyou pushed the piece of paper upside down.

"Yesterday you said that you are literate, you look at your name yourself, and is there a mistake in the number of these things? If there are no errors, you can sign them at the end. After speaking, Su Minyou handed over another pen.

Song Meiling took the pen and found that it was a very thin short stick, black and round, but it began to gradually become smaller on the side of the head, and there was a pointed silver head at the top of the last one, how to write, Song Meiling was in trouble, so she had to reply to Su Minyou, "Mr. Su, this slave will not use it." ”

"It's okay, then you can wait and press a handprint, you better take a look at this amount now."

After Song Meiling agreed, she took the piece of paper and looked at it, this paper was the kind of paper they used to wrap plums yesterday, and now some horizontal and vertical lines were drawn on it, each line was very straight, and the top was the name of those daily necessities, the words were written with powerful gestures, flexible and stretched, all of them were of average size, there was no more than ten years of immersion where can there be this kind of pen power, Song Meiling couldn't help but be a little curious.

The squares below were obviously in Mr. Su's handwriting, for they were all written with the pen, and in the leftmost column were their names, and in the middle were the numbers of the supplies, only on the far right were empty, but the others had their own handprints on them.

"The slave family has already counted, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"Okay, you can just press a handprint." After speaking, Su Minyou took the pen back, thinking that this kind of pen is really troublesome, if he hadn't interviewed before, he really didn't dare to say that he could write well, and then he pushed the clay box on the other side of the table.