Yan Jiajia pinched the handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, pushed open the door, saw the furnishings in the house, and suddenly looked disgusted: "How can this house be inhabited?" ”

The house is full of half-used household items.

The futon on the bed was actually cheesecloth.

As soon as Yan Jiajia touched the futon, a cloud of dust instantly rose up.

Yan Jiajia, who was choked, coughed a few times, she changed her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and waved her hand holding the handkerchief in the air: "How can this kind of thing be used by Miss Ben?" ”

"It's so dirty—"

Accompanying Yan Jiajia to inspect the room was a peasant woman from Zhuangzi's Ueda household.

The peasant woman's eyes rolled: "This is the best room in Zhuangzi, if you are picky, you will find your own way, the old lady has a lot of work in the field, where is the time to accompany you here to delay the hour?" Have you seen it? Look, I'll go! ”

Yan Jiajia's face sank: "I haven't seen it yet, what are you anxious about?" ”

The peasant woman didn't say anything: "What else do you want to see?" Isn't it just a house to live in? The roof tiles are dense, impermeable, and do not leak rain. The bedding has changed for you with a good quilt, no matter how picky you are, I won't serve you! ”

"You ......" Yan Jiajia only confided the word "you", and his eyes flashed. What kind of identity do you have to be reduced to arguing with a farmer here?

When she goes back, she must sell all these disrespectful subordinates on Zhuangzi to the bitter cold land, and leave no one behind!

Thinking about it like this, Yan Jiajia couldn't bear the anger that surged in his heart, and said calmly: "Where is Gong Bucket?" ”

"What? Gong Barrel? No! The peasant woman raised her voice, as if she had heard some funny joke: "This is the grange, and the fields are full of latrines. If you want to be convenient, go to the field yourself! ”

In fact, there are latrines in the grange. Not far from the side room, the peasant woman couldn't see that Jiajia's eyes were long on the top of her head, and she deliberately tortured her.

But an impostor, and he still thinks of himself as his master?

"What?" Yan Jiajia's heart was full of anger, and she couldn't hold back any longer: "I'm the eldest lady of the Yan family, you are just a vulgar peasant woman, who gave you the right to treat me like this?" Don't be afraid—"

"The eldest lady of the Yan family is now living in Songhe Courtyard! You-" The peasant woman squinted at Yan Jiajia and snorted into the ground with a mouthful of thick phlegm!

The thick phlegm with green in the yellow almost spit on the surface of Yan Jiajia's feet!

Yan Jiajia took a few steps back in disgust: "You, why are you so... So ......"

This has been done for a long time, and the following has not been said!

Say that peasant women are vulgar, right?

She was originally a peasant woman in Zhuangzi.

said that the peasant woman didn't know etiquette, but the peasant woman couldn't read a single word!

"What kind of lady is pretending? You're just a fake Xibei goods! That's really the eldest lady, I heard that she lives in Songheyuan, do you know what kind of place Songheyuan is? Ordinary people can't even get into the threshold of that place! I heard that the eldest lady is particularly favored by all kinds of people, and the future husband is the son of the Dingguo Mansion! I've heard that as long as the eldest lady marries, she will be Mrs. Fate! ”

The peasant woman looked proud and dignified.

There are few heavens that boast of such boasts, and there is no such thing as a sky on earth.

Yan Jiajia almost wanted to rush over and tear apart the farmer's unconcealed mouth, who didn't know that the marriage contract of the Dingguo Mansion was her Yan Jiajia's? She raised her eyebrows and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense there!" The marriage contract is mine, where does the Dingguo Mansion know what Yan Zhenzhen is! ”

"Phew! I urge you to look in the mirror and look at your face! Are you still the eldest lady? Don't think this is a country Zhuangzi, we don't know that you are a Xibei goods!? They all live in Zhuangzi, and they are with us mud-legged people, and they are still the eldest lady? Phew! You can't pick your shoulders and you can't lift them, and you can't even pluck chickens! "That peasant woman has a series of lotus flowers!

Yan Jiajia, who was choked, couldn't get up and down in one breath, blocked in his heart, and almost fainted!

Words are so good!

It's all her fault!

If it weren't for Yan Zhenzhen, how would she have been reduced to being slandered by peasant women in front of her?

"Yan Zhenzhen, this won't give up, you wait for me!" Yan Jiajia tried his best to caress his chest and suppressed the uneven breath: "You step back first, I'm tired!" ”

"It's just to look at a house, why can't you come back when you go?" The housekeeper in Zhuangzi walked to the door of Yan Jiajia's room with his hands behind his back: "What's the matter?" ”

The peasant woman snorted on the ground: "This Xibei goods still think that she is the eldest lady in the house, and she is here to pick and choose!" ”

Some people from Zhuangzi came in twos and threes to step on their feet and look at the excitement in Yan Jiajia's room.

After a while, there were a lot of people around.

"Miss Jiajia, since you have lived in Zhuangzi, you also need your participation in the things in Zhuangzi!" The housekeeper stopped Yan Jiajia and didn't allow her to close the door.

Yan Jiajia couldn't help but be angry: "I just lived in the Zhuangzi for a while. ”

The housekeeper said unhurriedly: "It's the busy season in the field, and there are no idlers in the Zhuangzi, so Miss Jiajia can help the cook to send dishes and chopsticks." ”

Give the cook a hand, that's not what the next person does? The housekeepers in this village, the peasant women are really damned, and they call themselves a big lady at the moment? Yan Jiajia was furious!

Just when she was about to have a seizure, the housekeeper grabbed the broom standing by the wall from the wall and stuffed it into Yan Jiajia's hand: "Cleaning Zhuangzi, this is an easy thing. ”

"......" Yan Jiajia's eyes erupted with fire, and she was about to explode, and she caught a glimpse of a few figures swaying outside the door in her peripheral vision.

This is never the time for an attack.

Yan Jiajia held the broom, her delicate body shook as if she was supporting a willow, and her face was sad: "I know that you are the housekeeper of the grange, and you must know me too." Every year, the housekeeper goes to the house to report the accounts, and there are always a few times when you see me! I served my mother so decently, but I sat at home, and disaster came from heaven! After that words suddenly came out of nowhere, he used clever words every day to win my mother's heart, but in fact, he framed me for three days! It seems that I was sent to Zhuangzi, but in fact, she is trying to plot......"

Yan Jiajia said. While keeping an eye out of the door with your peripheral vision.

When it came to Yan Zhenzhen's scheme, the sad look on her face was even worse.

"Butler, do you know—"

The person who can be the steward of the Grange must be the person who can be trusted by the Yan family.

Yan Jiajia thought that as long as she said that Yan Zhenzhen was plotting against her, the housekeeper would definitely pay attention to her words.

"Butler?" Yan Jiajia bit her lip, her eyes slowly turned red, and seeing that the housekeeper ignored her, she reached out aggrievedly to pull the corner of the housekeeper's sleeve.

But what Yan Jiajia didn't expect was that the housekeeper looked impatient, and with a flick of his hand, he actually pushed Yan Jiajia away: "You don't want to say these unrelated words to me." ”

"Stop! How dare you be disrespectful to the eldest lady? In the crowd watching the excitement outside the door, a scolding suddenly flew out!