I thought that Meng Wei would say that the Protector's Mansion was good everywhere and there was no shortage of silver, but I didn't want Meng Wei to really think for a moment before nodding solemnly: "The slave is very short of money." ”

"You don't have enough money? What do you want so much silver for? ”

"The slave maid wants to wait until she is old in the future, buy a big village, raise a few horses in it, and then have a meadow, and a lot of fields and tenants, and live in the middle of her own, there is a small pond next to the house, in which there are groups of fish, shrimp and crabs, and there is a grape trellis on the side, you can take a rest in it in the summer, and it is better to be able to open a restaurant as big as Xiangyunlou."

"I can't imagine that you still have such great ambitions, could it be that you have any other relatives?"

Close relatives?

Meng Wei searched carefully in her mind for a while, and shook her head: "The slave and maid have no relatives, and the father and mother are seriously ill and gone, if they are still relatives, it should be the uncle and the aunt's family, but they all sold the slaves and maids, and told people to sell the slaves and maids far away, so they shouldn't be considered relatives, right?" ”

The original owner is not a masochist, even if his father and mother leave without relatives and no reason, he will not think of going to the tooth shop to sell himself, and if he is accidentally sold to the Qinglou, his life will be ruined, and even being a slave and maid depends on the master.

If the master is not good, and encounters someone with a certain quirk or a cruel temperament, it is better to beg for a living.

It's just that a not-so-valuable thatched hut left by the original owner's parents was taken by the original owner's uncle, who had never met a few times, and felt that it was not cost-effective to raise her for several years, so he sold her.

Well, in this way, the original owner's redemption money should still be in the hands of the uncle who has no family affection, it seems that when she leaves the Protector's Mansion in the future, it is necessary for her to help get it back, after all, she has never been a good person.

Not to mention Meng Wei, that is, the original owner has no feelings for that uncle, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a stranger, but he used to be obedient to his uncle in order to earn a living under the other party or under his hands, but he didn't expect to be sold.

Meng Wei could only sympathize with this, but she also made a note in her heart.

Ye Zichuan didn't know the inside story, but she remembered her own attachment to those uncles and relatives, and it was natural to think that Meng Wei was too sad to think of being sold, so she looked so expressionless.

"You were sold by your uncle? This is so inhuman, even selling relatives for silver! What's your uncle's name? Where is your home? ”

"Little Marquis don't have to be angry, I heard that your best life is the greatest revenge for those who don't want you to live well, so the slave maid is ready to work hard to earn money and be a small landlord's wife, and then let them all see how the slave and maid are living, but they can only eat bran and swallow vegetables, and their eyes are red with envy and jealousy."

Of course, the necessary means can not be less, but this kind of trivial matter can be solved with silver, and if Ye Zichuan is allowed to do it, it will be a waste of a big favor.

A good knife still needs to be used on the blade, Meng Wei will not be so stupid.

It's just that what she didn't know was that in addition to sympathy, Ye Zichuan was a little distressed when she looked at her 'pretending to be optimistic', and secretly decided to let people check Meng Wei's uncle.

The sound of rustling in her ears came, Meng Wei looked up at the window, and realized that she didn't know when, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and at a glance, the Sichuan Courtyard had also become a world covered in silver.

With such a large patch of white, Meng Wei suddenly left the original owner's uncle behind, and her eyes were full of eagerness to poke her head: "Little Hou Ye, this house is boring, how about we go build a snowman?" ”

"What is a snowman?"

The same question as Zhen'er, Meng Wei did not pretend to be mysterious this time, and directly opened the door and smiled: "It's to use a snowman to build a person who builds himself or wants to build it, come on." ”

The silver frost carbon inside the house warms people, separating the outside of the door from the inside of the door into two worlds.

Meng Wei was unprepared, as soon as she opened the door, the cold wind blew, making her tremble suddenly, but even this did not make her retreat from that enthusiasm, but ran out of the door faster, bent down and picked up a handful of snow and kneaded it into a snowball: "Little Hou Ye come quickly, the slave will teach you to build a snowman." ”

Maybe Meng Wei's smile was too sincere, or maybe the red face looked particularly attractive, Ye Zichuan, who used to think it was cold, didn't expect it to be cold when it snowed outside, so he walked out.

Standing in the snowy courtyard, Ye Zichuan watched Meng Wei squatting on the ground, the snowball in his hand was getting bigger and bigger, and it was already faintly the size of his head.

Meng Wei was snowballing, and the fingertips that touched the snow just now had changed from cold to faintly hot.

With a breath of white air, the snowball in her hand was about the same size, Meng Wei stopped and looked, and saw that the snowball under Ye Zichuan's hand was only a little smaller than her own, so she hurriedly shouted to stop: "Little Hou Ye, yours are okay, stop it, let's make a snowman." ”

Saying that, Meng Wei stood on the ground with the snowball under his hand, as the body of a snowman, and rolled Ye Zichuan as his upper body, and then Meng Wei glanced at it, saw Fang Yuan standing with a sword, thought about it, ran to him and stretched out his hand: "Yuan Guard, borrow your sword and use it." ”

I thought it was a simple matter, but I didn't expect Fang Yuan to just raise his eyelids and glance at her, and said, "The sword is here." ”

Meng Wei: ???

What do you mean by such specious statements?

The next sentence is the death of the sword?

"Far Guard, I just want to borrow your sword to make it into a snowman's hand, and I won't damage your beloved sword."

This time Fang Yuan didn't even look at her, Meng Wei couldn't help but be angry, and was about to talk to Ye Zichuan, but Ye Zichuan took a step forward and said: "Don't force him, he has worn that long sword close to him for many years, and he never leaves his body, if you want something as an arm, go to the study to find the master's two pens." ”

Ye Zichuan said so, and Meng Wei was not reluctant, but when she entered the study, she couldn't help but make a grimace at Fang Yuan: "Stingy ghost." ”

After a while, Meng Wei took out two beautiful brushes, and these two were the ones that Ye Zichuan used the most.

Seeing that Meng Wei did not hesitate to insert the handle of the brush upside down on both sides of the snowball, it looked a little bit like the prototype of a snowman.

Ye Zichuan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "Do you know the origin of these two pens?" How did you choose these two pens? ”

He hung a lot of pens in front of his bookcase, but he never thought that Meng Wei would choose such two, and he suddenly regretted it a little in his heart.

"The slave maid thinks these two pens are the best-looking, and the snowball on this body is made by the little marquis, so naturally it should be paired with the two pens that the little marquis likes the most."

Ye Zichuan:

Forget it, it's better not to tell her that these two pens were given by the emperor.

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