Gu Sanniang's snow-white pet cat knocked over my freshly gathered Chunsheng again.

I picked up the bamboo stick that lifted the curtain, and stepped into the alley, wanting to scare Gu Sanniang's baby.

The cat stood on tiptoe, walking unhurriedly, turning back in three steps, with its tail raised high, and its eyes revealing disdain, as if the bamboo stick in my hand was just an ornament.

I was so angry that I chased after him as fast as I could.

The cat was a good one, and one jumped up the wall, and before disappearing, he didn't forget to look back at me defiantly.

Gu Sanniang happened to turn out from the corner of the wall, looking at the bamboo stick in my hand, her face instantly turned cold.

She took two steps forward, leaning against the big locust tree at the mouth of the alley, the corners of her mouth tilted to one side, the tails of her eyes raised, her arms wrapped around her chest, and the peach-colored handkerchief in her hand.

I was two feet away from her, and I could smell the balsam on her veil.

She is in the skin and meat business, and at night, she only needs to stand at the door of Furong Garden, and with a wave of the handkerchief, there will be business at the door.

I lowered my head and casually rubbed the tip of my nose, trying to slow down the discomfort caused by the balsamic smell.

I saw Gu Sanniang's hand holding the handkerchief tightened.

I'm a little weak-hearted, Gu Sanniang's cat ancestor can't be messed with, everyone in this Ye'er Hutong knows it. But I was so angry today that I thought about hitting it with a bamboo stick.

"I didn't really want to hit it, it knocked over my Chunsheng, I just wanted to drive it away!" I explained, the voice was too low for me to hear.

Gu Sanniang combed Suiyun's bun today, which was much brighter than her comb of the startling bun.

She held the emerald on the bun with one hand, shook the handkerchief, and walked back towards the Furong Garden.

I breathe a sigh of relief! That's all for now?

As soon as I looked up, I saw Gu Sanniang stop again.

I'm starting to get nervous again.

"In the coming year, this spring sheng will not be sold!"

After saying this, Gu Sanniang disappeared into the corner.

I'm dumbfounded, this is too overbearing.

But this is Gu Sanniang, she has domineering capital.

Gu Sanniang is twenty-seven years old, but she looks less than twenty years old, and she is extremely particular about dressing.

In this huge Lingshui County, more than half of the gentlemen have taken care of her business, and even the county magistrate has to redeem her and carry her back to be the twelfth aunt's wife.

But Mother Sheng was unwilling to give up the chicken that laid the golden eggs, and she didn't let it go. The county master had no choice but to go in and out of Furong Garden from time to time for fun.

Gu Sanniang won't let me sell it next year, so I can't sell it, otherwise she waved her veil, and the number of people who came to smash my stall would be uncountable.

"Alas!" I sighed, sat on the steps of the doorway with my hands on my cheeks, and didn't care about the crooked spring sheng.

The sun shone through the branches and leaves of the locust tree on my face, and I squinted and looked up.

Anyway, Gu Sanniang didn't say that she wouldn't let me sell it this year.

"Alas!" I sighed again, rubbed my numb legs, picked up the bamboo stick and placed it behind the door, and then straightened the crooked Chunsheng.

Spring is about to begin, and the literati and artists who enter and leave Furong Garden are the patrons of this spring. Whether it is practical or not, as long as you carry such a bamboo gift basket during the spring outing, it is a kind of style.

"Puhe!" Mother Sheng walked out of that corner, as if with light.

It's a strange thing, I'm a little tired of the meat business, but I'm sorry for being old. Bustard's mother Sheng has endless good feelings.

As long as she walks out of Furong Garden, Mother Sheng will never rub incense and powder, and will always dress up as a serious woman.

My parents died young, and my grandmother took me until I was 12 years old. In late spring last year, my grandmother died.

She left the small courtyard of Ye'er Hutong and the craftsmanship of weaving Chunsheng to me.

After my grandmother left, Mother Sheng almost became my elder. She came to my door every day and walked around, and from time to time she gave me some delicate food, as well as two seasons of clothes that she had sewn by herself.

She walked up to me and handed me an embroidered basket full of silk cloth and threads of various colors.

"Sanniang has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, don't blame her. She won't let you set up a stall because you are already thirteen years old, and your body is slowly growing, and it is not good to show your head again, and I will teach you embroidery in the future, and you will sew and mend clothes for the sisters of Furong Garden, which is also a livelihood. ”

I heard that the word "embroidery" was too big.

One of my hands is used to knitting the spring sheng, and when I touch the silk cloth with my fingertips, I can scrape a trace. The second is that I really can't learn this sewing job, so I sew my own pants. crotch, you can poke your fingers into ten holes.

I had to frown and tell my mother Sheng about my concerns.

Mother Sheng covered her stomach and laughed after hearing this: "Don't talk about pants anymore." Crotch this is true, if you are the widow of the door. When the woman hears this, she has to scold you for being immoral. ”

I scratched my head and said pants. How can the word crotch be ripped off against morals?

Mother Sheng straightened up, and her expression returned to normal: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, when you first started to make up Chunsheng, didn't you also cut all your hands?" ”

This is the truth, at the beginning of the spring sheng, in addition to those openings, there are also some bamboo thorns on the hands, grandmother's eyes can't see clearly, how to pick out those bamboo thorns, left in the hands of the people who hurt people panic, and finally it was Sister Xiang'er of Furong Garden, who was particular about roasting the needles on the fire, and then sat under the big locust tree, one by one picked out the bamboo thorns on my hands.

Speaking of which, I thought about it, Sister Xiang'er has been ransomed for more than two years, and I don't know if she is doing well.

"Sister Xiang'er, has you brought any news? How has she been lately? "I sat on the bench at the door with the basket in one hand and Mother Sheng in the other.

"Alas! How can she live well with her background? When she was first redeemed, she was still glamorous for a while, and now that she has entered the newcomer, her indisputable temperament can only become a sunset......"

"I advised her earlier that it was not her lover, even if she had saved enough money to redeem herself, and she would go far away and pretend to be a widow. It's not difficult for a woman to marry a person, but she wants to be that person's concubine......"

Speaking of Sister Xiang'er, Mother Sheng has endless words, and the matter of embroidery work is also forgotten.

She didn't seem to think that these things should be told to a little girl.

I'd love to hear it anyway.

The sun was about to set, and Mother Sheng seemed to have endless words.

Gu Sanniang stood in the corner of the wall, and didn't make a sound, just glanced at Mother Sheng with her arrogant eyes, and listened to her talk about what she didn't have.

Mother Sheng was talking about it, and when she turned around, she saw Gu Sanniang, she let out an "ouch", stood up in fright, and then covered her heart, and said as she walked: "Alas, it turns out that I have been out for so long." Puhe, don't forget what I told you about using pork to moisten your hands! ”

She passed past Gu Sanniang, pretending not to see Gu Sanniang standing there.

I thought it was funny to look at her, but Gu Sanniang didn't leave, so I didn't dare to laugh out loud. I had to keep my head down and shrug my shoulders on both sides.

"Close the stall early, take this moistening hands!" Gu Sanniang handed me a box of tea oil, turned around and walked back.

I froze.

This box of tea oil is signed with the mark of the Imperial City Xiushui Pavilion, and I sell it for a year, and I can't earn money to buy this box of tea oil.

If I hadn't seen a farce of a wive-concubine dispute in this alley, I wouldn't have known the value of this tea oil.

Now it's not easy to catch up with Furong Yuan and return this tea oil to Gu Sanniang, so she has to catch Ming'er and ask Sheng's mother to bring it back to her.

Mother Sheng's words before have been echoing in my ears: "She won't let you set up a stall because you are already thirteen years old, and your body is slowly growing, so it's not good to show your head again......"

Is this concerned about me?

For Gu Sanniang, I have never been able to figure out what I think.

For as long as I can remember, Gu Sanniang has been in Furong Garden.

Her beautiful deeds have long been spread all over the streets and alleys, and when others talk about her, they are all in a joking tone, which is why I am ashamed of her livelihood.

She behaves domineering everywhere, as if everything is trampled under her feet, but her domineering attitude is not disgusting, and even makes me have a trace of admiration.

When the sisters of Furong Garden were eating melon seeds under the big locust tree, she never got together, only stood not far away, but she guaranteed to be able to see and hear, and when the sisters rose, she would pour a basin of cold water, which made the sisters raise eyebrows at her.

Despite this, she has never been heard of having a conflict with anyone. Even when the ladies of the copper peas came to the door, she just avoided them.

On the contrary, those sisters who were redeemed would say goodbye to her before leaving, but she was expressionless, and those who left cried profusely.

The first thing she gave me as I remember was a string of sugar gourds. Behind it are sugar people, bamboo dragonflies, and small windmills...... But when she sent something, she was still expressionless, silent, and stuffed the thing directly into your arms, which means that you want it, and you don't have to ask for it.

When I was seven or eight years old, Gu Sanniang began to make her own food.

The snow-white glutinous rice dumplings are placed on a plate with auspicious cloud patterns, which looks very good. She crouched on the ground and watched me pinch a ball and put it in her mouth, very satisfied.

But the moment the dumplings entered my mouth, I cried.

Not to mention the sticky teeth of the dumplings, the mouthful of beany smell, even a child of mine knows that the red beans are still half raw. How did Gu Sanniang have the courage to bring out this plate of glutinous rice dumplings? Didn't she taste it herself before it was served?

Gu Sanniang got angry and poured the glutinous rice dumplings on the old widow. In the dog's bowl in front of the woman's door, even the plate fell on the base of the wall and cracked into several pieces.

I thought that Gu Sanniang would never cook food for me again, but I knew that the more she fought, the more courageous she became, and the more tricks she came. I persuaded myself that even if the food she brought was unpalatable, she should not cry again, or she would harm the old widow again. The woman's big dog.

Thankfully, I didn't get anything worse than glutinous rice dumplings.

In the past few years, her craftsmanship has improved, and most of the exquisite food brought by Sheng's mother is from her.

I despise myself a little, receiving favors from others and disgusting them for their livelihoods.

If Gu Sanniang knew that I thought so, she would definitely say coldly: "Meat buns are beaten." Dogs, there is no return! ”

And I'm the dog who got beaten with meat buns.