Not long after Song Jin went back, Mrs. Song ordered Mrs. Ma to come over and bring a few words to Song Jin.

"Girl, tonight the old slave got the order of the old lady, and went to the firewood room to take a look at the white lotus girl, and the white lotus girl said that the things she took out to pawn were alive, not dead, and could be redeemed."

"Miss Baihe said that she originally wanted to wait for her old mother to recover from her illness, and then borrow money from others to redeem all those things."

Ma Pozi said truthfully.

Song Jin sat on the soft couch in the room and listened carefully.

What Ma Pozi said may be true.

First, Bai He is not that kind of person, since he was in a hurry, he thought about stealing the things in her house and pawning them for sale, so he should not be killed.

Because Bai He knew that one day, he would find that these things were gone.

Second, Bai He's heart is still thinking of her.

After all, the pair of red porcelain plum vases in Dingzhou were the birthday gifts given to her by her mother on her birthday.

Therefore, Bai He will never lose his birthday gift.

As for Bai He's face and the broken red porcelain plum bottle, Song Jin is also willing to believe her, she didn't mean it.

"Since Bai Lotus is a job, please ask Ma Pozi to take the silver and redeem all the things that Bai Lotus pawned out!"

Song Jin said, Fu Yuan, who was waiting beside him, went to the study next door, took down a mahogany box that was resting on the Bogu shelf, and took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels from the box, and Fu Rui personally handed it over to Ma Pozi.

"If this silver is not enough, please ask Mama Ma to send someone to give me, and I will ask Mama to make up some more."

Taking the five hundred taels of silver ticket handed over by Fu Yuan, Ma's mother carefully put it into her arms, and then replied.

"Girl, that's enough, that's enough! The girl can rest assured, the old slave will definitely go to the pawnshop and redeem all the girl's things. ”

When Ma Pozi's words fell, Song Jin ordered Fu Rui to send her out.

After sending Ma Pozi out in person, Fu Hui turned back and returned to Song Jin.

"Why did the girl give so many taels of silver to that woman? Five hundred taels of silver tickets, the things that the girl lost, only one or two hundred taels of silver, the girl gave the Ma Pozi five hundred taels of silver at once, and the Ma Po came back this time, but took advantage of us. ”

"Mrs. Ma serves by the old lady's side, and she is the most powerful person beside the old lady, and when she gets my money, she will naturally do things for me. Know when and what to do. ”

Song Jin said.

Even if Fu Yuan wanted to persuade Song Jin a few more words, she didn't dare to say anything when she saw that her girl couldn't listen to a word.

Fleur stomped her foot and said again.

"Girl, your silver is not blown by the wind! Where we can save, let's save it! ”

Hearing Fleur say this, she wanted to save some silver for herself.

"Fleur, I understand what you said. In some places, we should save the province, but in some places, we can not save it, and try not to save it. ”

Hearing the girl say this, Fluffie wanted to say a few more words in her heart, but for a while, she didn't know what to say.

Since the girl doesn't want to save, what does she have to say so much?

When Ma Pozi returned to Songhezhai, the sky was getting dark.

After coming out of the girl's Cuiwei residence, Ma Pozi explained to the two little maids who were waiting beside her, gave them two hundred taels of silver, and told the two of them to go to the three-yuan pawnshop in the city, and redeem the things that Bai Lotus had taken out of the pawn shop.

"Mother Ma, the things that Miss Baihe took out in the Sanyuan pawnshop have been redeemed." The little maid is cui.

The big and small officials in the ministry also followed the peak and went together.

In order to make up for the errand of the servant, Father Song had to follow Shangfeng and go to Shangshu Mansion to celebrate his birthday.

Daddy Song's peak, Qu Shilang is also sixty years old this year, and he can't drink enough, so he let Daddy Song cup many times.

Father Song was also drunk as a result of this.

When I came back, I finally woke up because of the cold wind.

staggered into Anxinzhai, only to see that Zhao had already cooked the decanting soup and was waiting for her in the house.

"Such a big person, if you can't drink too much, you drink less, but you drink so much. Fortunately, Mrs. Li has already asked Mrs. Li to send Jin'er back to Cuiweiju, if Jin'er sees this appearance, she should not be able to help it, and she will say a few words to you. ”

Zhao muttered for a while.

Daddy Song finally really woke up, drank the sobering soup again, only felt sleepy, and had already gone for the most part.

Seeing Zhao's face full of unhappiness, Father Song walked to Zhao's side, took Zhao's hand, and said.

"Who you off? I'm going to teach him a lesson! ”

Father Song looked at Song awake on his face, but in fact, his brain was not fully sober.

"It's not for the sake of Jin'er's slave and maid serving the maid Bai He, Jin'er feels sorry for Bai He, worried that she is suffering in Songhe Zhai, and plans to let me go and talk to my mother and ask my mother to let Bai He go."

"Since Jin'er asked you to talk to your mother, you will go! That Bai He has been serving in Jin'er's house for so many years, and Jin'er has feelings for her. ”

As Daddy Song spoke, he finally came to his senses.

"Bai He stole those things in Jin'er's house, I heard that it was also for her seriously ill old mother, since these things are difficult, you don't have to embarrass her little maid."

Father Song finished talking, leaned on the pillow, and fell asleep.

Zhao originally expected that Father Song would be able to help him and help her say a few words in front of her mother, but she didn't expect to fall asleep now, what should she do?

Wake up in the morning.

After the Zhao family freshened up, Mrs. Li waited for her to change her clothes, put on a white mink fur velvet, and went to Songhezhai.

"Madam, what are you doing so early in the cold? I'm afraid the old lady hasn't gotten up yet?"

Mrs. Li held an umbrella for Zhao and followed closely behind Zhao. In the second half of the night, it snowed.

When we came together today, I saw a white expanse outside.

The steward who was waiting in the outer courtyard had already organized the maids and women who were waiting under the porch to start clearing the snow.

After passing the corridor, I finally came to Songhezhai.

Before entering the house, I saw Mrs. Ma, who was waiting beside Mrs. Song, was already guarding outside the courtyard, as if she was waiting for someone.

When I saw Mrs. Li waiting for the Zhao family to come over, Mrs. Ma greeted her.

"Madame, the girl is already in the house. I've already been talking to the old lady, and I ask the lady to come with me! ”

Jin'er has already arrived before her?

Mrs. Song dislikes the hall of Songhezhai these days, and there are windows all around, and when the wind rises at night, the wind can always penetrate through the cracks in the windows.

So these days, people have cleaned up the wing room next to the Songhe Zhaitang House, sealed the windows, and made a warm house.

However, I was afraid that it would not be breathable, and I was so bored that the left side of the wing room came out with a corner and made a glass window.

This glass is still from the West.

I also invited a craftsman to polish it, so this glass is extremely transparent. Mrs. Song's Luohan couch is placed under the glass window.

Afraid that Mrs. Song would freeze, a few more furs were hung on the walls of this room, so that the wind would not come in.

"Daughter-in-law, come over quickly! Jin'er burned taro, come over and taste a few. ”

The Zhao family was led by Mrs. Ma and came to the old lady's side.

Sitting on the bamboo chair on the side, the bamboo was cold, and people had already put on the brocade mat.

Song Jin sat on the brazier at the feet of Mrs. Song, on which a shelf had been erected and taro had been baked.

A few days ago, Mrs. Guo got a few baskets of purple taro from the south.

I heard that this purple taro is scarce, and southerners always love to roast and eat it.

Mrs. Song hadn't tasted it, and she planned to eat it fresh, so she let Song Jin roast it.

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