A big gray burden, for the little girl, dead and heavy.

As early as after dinner, Xia Man disappeared. This seems to have become the norm. Now, there's not even the only one who can help with a hand.

Lu Jiuer resigned herself to her fate, carrying the burden with the strength of her right shoulder, not daring to talk about image and temperament, she could only take care of moving her staggering steps back to the room.

It's just that along the way, I can't help but blame the Qi family in my heart.

I received too much information at once just now, and my mind was inexplicably confused. Now alone, the cool breeze blows, and the mind is clear.

Qi Jiasheng, who has a black belly, is afraid that he is setting up a maze array for her. The means have come to her, and she picks and pinches the persimmons to pinch them.

Lu Jiuer remembers it clearly, at that time, Daddy had a sentence that was true:

"After entering the Qi Mansion, it was Master Ouyang who served, did the work of the Qi family, ate the food of the Qi family, and received the money of the Qi family. This grace was given by the fifth aunt and grandmother, but it was Master Qi who was in charge of the Qi Mansion, and the Qi family would always be the master of the house......"

Daddy will not do things to "stand in line", but on the premise of not directly harming the interests of others, it is his duty to do things for the Qi family, and it is also a skill to make a living.

It's just that why did Qi Jiasheng come here today?

Do you want to win her over to do things for him, or are you afraid that she will be dragged into it by others and become a gunman? Or is it ......

Seeing the flower paper contained in the brocade box given by Qi Jiasheng, she stretched out her hand and took it. As soon as it is opened, there is a faint floral fragrance, which is indeed very elegant. It's just that at that time, she only pretended to stay for a long time in the bookstore because she wanted to listen to the book review, and she didn't really think about this useless thing.

Think about the past, think about the present, and think about the future......

Qi Jiasheng's last words, Lu Jiu'er listened to it in her heart, and kept echoing in her ears repeatedly.

She sighed, closed the brocade box, and kept the fragrance of flowers in the box, so as not to give it a chance to confuse the clear mind.

Some people and things are indeed reluctant to get involved, but they must first see clearly and think clearly, so that they can know how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and treat themselves well.

The baggage was opened, and there were a few bottles of good wine, some snacks, a few thick clothes to protect against the cold, and a small baggage.

The thick clothes are for personal use, and the wine is obviously used to honor the master, as for the snacks, is it for her father and mother to coax her or let her coax other slaves and maids who deal with her, or to coax the seventh young master?

And then there's this burden in the middle of the burden-

The hands opened the tightly wrapped knot again, revealing a letter and an oiled paper bag.

It was Wei Ziqian's pen and ink written for her, and it was also the favorite fire sickle cake left for her.

Before Huang Huishang got married, she did some rough work at home to help the family to support her three younger siblings. There was no food left over at home, so she was never good at cooking. Wei Ziqian's mother used to be a cook, and later she was able to make more than a dozen banquet noodles by herself, so she would be more particular about eating on weekdays. However, even for those who are a little more affluent, they will only wait until the Chinese New Year to make snacks that take care of their efforts to make them as souvenirs for children when visiting relatives.

In previous years, as long as the festival is celebrated, the children in the village always love to run to every house, the bold lead the shy, the young follow the old, either the mouth is like oil, or the little face is red and cute, as long as there are snacks, they can't help but smile and give the children a little to take away.

Wei Ziqian has loved to do this kind of business since he was a child, and every time he arrives, it is like the Monkey King in Journey to the West leading a group of little hairy monkeys through the alleys and streets, as if he has to scavenge the food of every family in the village before it is finished.

Lu Jiuer never disdained this move, and was ashamed to be with it, so she only stayed at home to help.

Wei Ziqian couldn't see her as a tall little old man, and whenever there was something new, he had to come to her and coax her. If the coaxing fails, you have to stuff food into her mouth, even if you are cut off by the white eyes, you will be happy.

After many experiments, it was concluded that neither of them liked sweets, and Lu Jiuer only preferred the fire sickle cake made by Ziqian Niang. From then on, every time the Wei family made fire sickle cake, they would be reminded by the five sons of the Wei family to make an extra copper basin for Wei Ziqian to feed and coax.

Lu Jiuer was very satisfied with the "tribute" she received, although her stomach felt full, she still couldn't help but throw a piece into her mouth and chew it, and slowly feel the long-lost glutinous taste and sweet taste.

Unfolded the thin letter, there were only three inexplicable words:

I'm here too.

Wei Ziqian is coming to Dacheng? When? What are you here for? Where to stay? How long will you stay?

Lu Jiu'er frowned sideways and in the blink of an eye, a series of questions came overwhelmingly. But then he reached out into the air and waved a few times, and then threw it away.

That kid had always been very suspenseful, and she didn't bother to bother to think about it.

Since that time, Ouyang Zhai has personally gone out to visit the Six Banyan Bookstore every once in a while. Lu Jiuer did not follow the fourth floor, but consciously stayed in the tea room on the first floor to listen to the commentary. After many times, she became familiar with the Dr. Wen in the bookstore, and set up a round stool in the corner for her to sit and listen to books to pass the time.

My heart has been enlightened, and I have paid more attention to the people around me.

Whenever Master Ouyang arrived at the bookstore, there would occasionally be a few romantic figures dressed as literati coming back and forth, and finally a few people went downstairs together, bowed to each other and said goodbye before waving their sleeves and leaving.

From their speech and demeanor, as well as their casual conversations with Dr. Wen, we know the identities of several of them. Among them, there are academicians and professors of Yide Academy, and one is said to be a master in the county government.

In the days that followed, I saw the Seventh Young Master Qi Bowen every time in Cai Lixuan, I didn't know why he was unhappy, he always looked at her sullenly, and then he was angry and went away.

Originally, she and Umei could also chat for a few words, but the other party didn't know when to start, with a polite smile, distancing and guarded.

Lu Jiu'er faintly felt that the plan that Qi Dashao said in the sunset pavilion had been slowly moving according to the predetermined trajectory under the traction of a certain force.

As for Ouyang Zhai, out of admiration for the Great Confucian, and also out of the careful thinking of the teacher, Lu Jiuer served him more and more flattering and hardworking, and changed his ways every day to do what he liked, so that his body and mind were comfortable and leisurely. Ouyang Zhai saw that she was smart and capable, and she was comfortable with her hands, so he put more thought into guiding her.

Under the guidance of the Master, Lu Jiu'er learned more and more, and her reading and literacy made rapid progress. But because the practice of words is still short, the skill is insufficient, only better in the diligence to make up for the clumsiness, patience to make up, the font is quite upright between strokes, and can still see some rules. So at Jiu'er's initiative, Ouyang Zhai slowly handed over some handwritten finishing work to her.

In the past, Ouyang Zhai was only responsible for the well-being of the Wen Si Spring, and after the Six Banyan Books won the manuscript, he also needed to ask someone to sort out and copy it into a book.

Usually on the premise of profit, the words and sentences will be different depending on the knowledge of the organizer, and the finished manuscript effect is not satisfactory. Ouyang Zhai has long complained about this. Now the people who have been trained by him are going to complete the draft, which is convenient for the two to communicate, and the text of the handwritten text is closer to what he thinks and the style of writing, Ouyang Zhai can't help but become more and more satisfied.

After all, Ouyang Zhai is a romantic scribe who has been immersed in ** volume for many years, and he has had ups and downs in officialdom, and he has a high realm of seeing things and things, and he can often find another way when he is insightful and explaining. Therefore, Ouyang Zhai's handwriting passed through the mouth of Mr. Storyteller of the Six Banyan Bookstore-

Of course, there may be some secret promoters who have set off a wave in the literati circle of the big city.

The event of the next month was the lively prefectural examination.

It is estimated that Wei Ziqian said in his letter that he was coming to Dacheng, so this is the matter.

I heard that two sons of the Qi Mansion participated. At that time, there were nervousness, ridicule, cold-eyedness, and anticipation in the whole house, and rumors and gossip spread like the wind.

Qi Boyu, the son of the second aunt and grandmother, the third young master, originally stayed in the house to prepare for the exam, and one day when he passed by the garden at school, he heard the whispers of his subordinates, and when he returned to the room, he was so angry that he smashed the four treasures of the study and tore up some calligraphy and paintings.