Early the next morning, Ling Xiu'er sent Cao Yu away with a red face, and she didn't turn around and walk back to the house until she couldn't see Cao Yu's figure, and happened to meet Su Shi in the small courtyard.

Su Shi has not yet made up, and the charming face that has been seen for a long time is suddenly pure, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Seeing Ling Xiu'er's apricot eyes with spring, Su Shi twisted his waist and said sorely: "Oh, when will I be able to have such a good life as Sister Xiu'er." ”

Ling Xiu'er was used to being teased by her, her little face couldn't help but blush, and she waved the handkerchief in her hand embarrassedly to tell her to stop talking, "Sister Su will make fun of me." Sister, hurry up and pack up and eat xiaolongbao this morning. ”

"Cao Juren went out to buy it, right?"

Ling Xiu'er stuck out her tongue, went to the kitchen to bring out the buns and put them on the stone bench in the corner, and chatted with Su Shi while eating.

The morning sun is slowly heating up, and the August day is a bit hot and dry even in the early morning. A few hot xiaolongbao went down to her stomach, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Ling Xiu'er's nose.

She put away the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to send Su Shi to the post station to prepare horses to pick up silk.

Just as he was about to go out, Xiao Wu, a guy from the Mao family's dyeing workshop, hurriedly ran in, "Miss Ling, Sister Su, something is wrong!" ”

Su Shi tugged the handkerchief in his clothes and walked out with Ling Xiu'er, "What's the matter?" You speak slowly. ”

"Someone, someone said that our silk is poisonous."

And what's going on?

Ling Xiu'er and Su Shi glanced at each other, tacitly asked the guy to lead the way, and the group hurried to the Mao's dyeing workshop.

It's still early, but there is already a group of people watching the excitement at the gate of the Mao family's big dyeing workshop.

"Let's go, let's get trouble."

Xiao Wu led the way, and Ling Xiu'er finally got out of the crowd, and saw a middle-aged woman with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, arguing with the shopkeeper Mao.

Boss Mao is a simple person, and he will only apologize in the face of the reprimand of the middle-aged woman.

"Only fifty taels? You are going to ask for food! ”

The middle-aged woman crossed her hands on her hips and was menacing, while the little girl beside her lowered her head, as if she wanted to bury her head in the soil.

"No! Look at my daughter's rash, how can she marry in case she gets a scar! Don't say fifty taels, even five hundred taels, I have to think about it, what rags are you selling! It's not shallow to hurt people! ”

Boss Mao's forehead was sweating, "Five hundred taels is too much, and the profit of our small shop for half a year is not five hundred taels, or you can see that it will be a little less, and I will discuss it with several other shopkeepers......"

"Boss Mao, you and I are selling my daughter here!" The middle-aged woman pushed Boss Mao so hard that Boss Mao's body was out of balance and almost hit the corner of the counter.

"My daughter was born with a rash in your clothes, shouldn't you have to pay some money? Black-hearted, I see that your conscience has gone into the dog's belly! ”

Mrs. Mao, who had been observing from behind, couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed out to support her husband, "If you want to blackmail money, just say it, what are you doing!" ”

Mrs. Mao's roar of the Hedong lion shocked a lot of middle-aged women, but everyone is a shrew on East Street and West Street, half a catty and eight taels, and the middle-aged woman has a horizontal look and is about to reply, "Where is the crazy woman, I don't have your share in talking to your shopkeeper!" If I don't compensate my daughter today, I'll make your dyeing workshop! ”

"Stinky and shameless, you try!"

Mrs. Mao rolled up her sleeves as she spoke, a big battle was about to be fought in front of her, and Ling Xiu'er and Su Shi hurriedly ran forward to stop her. Su Shi hurriedly persuaded: "Mrs. Mao will extinguish the fire first, and everything will be beautiful." ”

"Yes, Mrs. Mao, you dissipate your anger."

After appeasing Mrs. Mao here, Ling Xiu'er turned her head to look at the arrogant middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman saw that the person who came was a little girl, and she was even more domineering, and the lion opened her mouth and said: "Your Maojia dyeing shop is a big bully, and you have to pay for mental damages, plus my daughter's medical expenses, you have to pay me a thousand taels of silver!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers couldn't help but sigh, a thousand taels, even if everyone present worked hard all their lives, few people could earn a thousand taels.

The middle-aged woman was so arrogant and cunning that even the little girl couldn't listen to it anymore, she pulled her mother's hand and whispered, "Mother, we didn't say that at the beginning." ”

"You know what, shut up!" The middle-aged woman glared at the little girl, and resumed her arrogance.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Ling Xiu'er immediately had a way in her heart. She put on a smiling face and said: "This lady, the cost of compensation, our dyeing workshop is not bad, but can I take a look at the rash on your daughter's body first, in case it is a serious condition, we can also take care of it." ”

"Okay, look, you'll have to pay after reading it!"

The middle-aged woman was full of debt collection, eager to push the little girl out to exchange money, and did not forget to instruct, "You can be clever in it, do you hear!" ”

The little girl nodded and walked towards Ling Xiu'er.

Ling Xiu'er followed the middle-aged woman's temper, pulled the little girl to the inner room alone, closed the door, and asked with a kind face: "Little girl, what is your name, can you let my sister see where you are sick?" ”

"My name is Ah Yun."

After saying that, the little girl obediently unbuttoned her clothes, revealing where her neck and shoulders met, and sure enough, she had a red rash.

But Ling Xiu'er felt that this rash was very familiar, she had no clothes to wear at her mother's house before, and she was still wearing winter clothes in summer, and it was easy to get this kind of prickly heat in places where she was prone to sweating. It's just that the silk has excellent air permeability, how can it be stuffy?

Instead of saying it right away, she continued to ask, "Is it the only one here?" Is there anywhere else? ”

Ah Yun shook his head, looking at Ling Xiu'er's eyes timidly and scared.

Ling Xiu'er gently shook her hands and comforted: "It's okay, if you really get a rash in my clothes, my sister will be responsible for you." ”

Hearing this, Ah Yun's head was buried even lower.

Ling Xiu'er took Ah Yun's hand and walked out, and the rough texture between her palms made Ling Xiu'er couldn't help but touch Ah Yun's palm with her fingers, and she retracted vigilantly.

Ling Xiu'er smiled, "Don't be afraid, go back to your mother." ”

Ah Yun timidly returned to the middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman squinted her eyes and looked at Ling Xiu'er, "How about it, you have seen the people, take the money!" ”

Ling Xiu'er stood calmly by the counter and fumbled for the dress sent by the middle-aged woman, and replied, "We will naturally give the money." ”

"Huh? No! Xiu'er, you can't give it to her! ”

Mrs. Mao was in a hurry, this shrew made it clear that she came to the door to blackmail money, how could Ling Xiuer be easily deceived by her!

But then, she heard Ling Xiu'er say: "As long as your daughter's illness is caused by wearing my clothes, we will definitely give it." ”

The middle-aged woman frowned, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Ling Xiu'er rubbed her clothes with both hands and said: "This dress is woven by heavenly silk, not to mention a hundred taels of silver, where can you have the money to buy this kind of clothes in a poor family?" She was covered with prickly heat due to the impermeable fabric. Say, "Who sent you to plant it?" ”