Early the next morning, Dazhi got up early, washed all the dishes, and then cleaned the kitchen inside and out. After Qin's mother got up, she found that part of her work had been done by Dazhi, so she just cooked, and she couldn't help but secretly say that this child was really diligent.

Seeing Qin's mother get up, Dazhi asked if she wanted to burn the fire first.

"I'll do all the rough work, and you can go back to sleep." "She's not the kind of vicious mom who can't bear to exploit poor children.

"It's okay Mama Qin, I want to eat a hot meal early. Dazhi smiled coquettishly, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Qin's mother knew in her heart that this child even had to give people a step down to help, and she didn't ask for credit at all, and this kind of gentleness that thought about others everywhere was the most rare.

After the meal, Qin's mother took Dazhi to the street, bought some necessary supplies for Dazhi, and pulled a few pieces of cotton cloth, preparing to go back to make some new clothes for Dazhi.

Yanguo's textile industry is naturally no better than Jiang Guo, those cotton cloths are rough and the patterns are monotonous and simple, and the clothes that Dazhi wore from Jiang Guo are more delicate and delicate than the most expensive clothes in the store, but she definitely can't wear that clothes in Yan Guo.

The two went back to purchase, and Qin's mother made a simple and generous shirt and trousers for Dazhi.

The clothes are dark blue, the pants are dark gray, and they don't look much brighter than the ones they wear, so Qin's mother pulled a few colored threads and embroidered a few peach blossoms on the neckline and placket.

Dazhi was very surprised to see that Qin's mother's embroidery work was really amazing, the colored thread was split into quarters by her, it was already very, very thin, and her fingers flew, and every stitch fell without a fraction, and the embroidered peach blossoms, the pink was gradual, and it looked particularly vivid and delicate.

Mother Qin looked at Dazhi stunned, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't look at the coarse calluses on my hands, I used to be a textile lady who carried needles and embroidery threads." As she spoke, Mother Qin's eyes became a little dazed, as if she remembered something.

Dazhi didn't dare to ask more, but she still couldn't help but say, "Mother Qin, can you teach me embroidery?"

There are few people in the house, and she can't afford to serve people, so she has a lot of leisure time, and it's good to learn a small craft, and by the way, she can pass the time.

Qin's mother was very happy, but she pondered for a long time before saying: "No one knows how to do this embroidery work in Yan Kingdom, and it will cause trouble if you take it out and be seen by connoisseurs, and you can't sell it after you finish learning to make embroidery." ”

There is also such a layer of calculation...... Dazhi thought, it seems that Qin's mother's original identity is not simple......

"Don't worry, Mother Qin, I have food and drink here, and I definitely won't do that job. ”

Mother Qin nodded with satisfaction.

Although Dazhi can't get close to Bei Qingpu, there is no problem in finding Xiao Liu'er, so she looks at Xiao Liu'er every day when he is not busy and comes to chat with him.

Xiao Liu'er usually stays outside the Bei Qingpu room, usually he doesn't feel anything difficult when he guards it for most of the day, look at the sky, look at the ants running on the ground, and the time will pass.

But suddenly a girl came and talked to him every day, and his life changed dramatically.

Dazhi also has a very strong southern accent, and when he speaks, the words and characters are glued together, not as sonorous and clear as the northerners, and the tone of the southern dialect is soft and tactful, and no matter what he says, it sounds like a coquette.

Even listening to the delicate and tender girl say in Jiang Guo's soft language how much is a pound of radish today, he felt that it was a kind of enjoyment that he had never imagined.

The two of them were muttering quietly outside, like two little rats, thinking that the people in the inner room would not hear it, but Bei Qingpu was very unfortunate to hear it clearly.

Bei Qingpu found out that this girl really talks a lot, and she is very interested in everything, grabbing Xiao Liu'er and asking seven or eight questions, I am afraid that the people who write local history are not as detailed as she asks.

She asked a lot and talked too much, and her throat would be a little dry, so she would take a few sips of water.

Bei Qingpu kept mentioning it in his heart, he was thinking: Will she ask Xiao Liu'er about herself?

After all, no matter how you look at it, you are better than the roast lamb sold anywhere in Dadu - the important point, right?

But Bei Qingpu listened for several days, and he didn't hear Dazhi ask anything related to him.

Xiao Liu'er sometimes accidentally mentions some things about the "little prince", such as what the little prince likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat, and Dazhi doesn't seem to be very interested, but she will remember the master's preferences.

I really don't seem to have as much weight in this girl's heart as kebabs......

Bei Qingpu was a little depressed, but when he thought about it, he was a little relieved...... After all, he doesn't want others to pay too much attention to him.

The two of them muttering every day has already affected Bei Qingpu's rest, but Bei Qingpu is not easy to drive the girl to find Xiao Liu'er - that would expose what he had overheard, and he seemed to be quite ungenerous.

Bei Qingpu didn't deliberately eavesdrop on the two of them, but his hearing and eyesight were naturally a little better than ordinary people.

On this day, when Xiao Liu'er gave Bei Qingpu to study ink, Bei Qingpu asked lightly: "Is Dazhi still adapting to it in the house?"

Xiao Liu'er's hand shook, thinking that the master wouldn't find out that Dazhi came to him every day, right?

However, looking at the master's expression, it is quite normal, and his attention is focused on the paper, as if he is just asking casually.

Xiao Liu'er breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to answer this question.

Are you still comfortable in the house?

Adaptation, of course adaptation...... She even figured out which wall had a dog hole in it......

"I think it's pretty good, and I've gained a lot of weight. ”

Hearing Xiao Liu'er say this, Bei Qingpu was a little surprised, fat?

He remembered the first time he saw the little girl, she looked very thin, with a pointed chin, and the eyes on her little face were a little frighteningly large.

Looks like you're having a good time...... It's more comfortable in your own house than before......

Is there too little work?

Bei Qingpu was a little depressed in his heart, he didn't pick up a person to eat rice, this person was a captive, and he came to be a slave.

"You called Mother Qin. Bei Qingpu instructed Xiao Liu'er.

After Qin's mother came in, Beiqing Puping retreated from Xiao Liu'er before she spoke: "Qin's mother, is the girl I brought back usually lazy?"

He thought that Qin's mother was embarrassed to trouble him, so he had always tolerated the arrogant behavior of that lazy girl.

Qin's mother showed a very pleased smile: "Oh, Lord Wang, your vision is really good, this girl is clever, and she is very diligent, she gets up earlier than me every day, she also chooses to wash the dishes after I get up, and boils the water for me, and washes the dishes after the meal is also very neat, those little hands, I used to look like I didn't do rough work, but now they are as rough as my hands, and I really can't bear it." Lord, why don't you take her in as a personal maid? The little girl is too buried in my kitchen, and the girl is also careful, so she must be more intimate in serving people......

North Qingpu: ......