When I was imagining what I would look like when I wore a green dress, I should be very good-looking, imagining that the young master would say that Qing'er was really good-looking, and wear it in front of Sister Hua Niang, so that she would know how good I am now.

Wang Po suddenly said: "By the way, don't make a green hat for the young master in the future, the young master will be very unhappy, I did it once, and the young master didn't wear it once, so he threw it away."

I don't understand, the young master likes to wear green shirts, but why he doesn't like green hats.

What to say, a man can't have a little green on his head, I don't understand. ”

At the same time as Wang Po said, I was also imagining that the young master was wearing a Confucian green robe, with a white jade belt around his waist, and a bamboo green jade tied to the green belt, stepping on Cuiyun boots, holding a danqing fan in his hand, and green silk around his head.

That's the real son, the real gentleman, who can not say that it is the son is Junjie.

It's a pity that the young master's head will not be wrapped around green silk, and as for the crown, the young master is not yet sixteen, so he can't wear it.

As for why I understand this, it is because in the past three years, in addition to teaching us how to work in the house, my grandmother has also told us who should wear what clothes to conform to etiquette and common sense of etiquette.

As a maid, in front of the host and the host's guests, how not to be rude is something we have to learn.

Qingzhuyuan is a very strange place, the people here are different from the people outside, it is like a small world here, with its own rules.

There is no clear division between dignity and inferiority, as if they were all family.

And outside, the master is the master, the servant girl is the servant, although the two live under the same roof, but the status of the two is very different, and it is impossible for the handmaid to eat at the same table with the master outside.

And on the first day I came in, I realized that the rules that my grandmother had taught me didn't suit me at all.

But I like it very much, because here, perhaps, you will feel that being a servant girl is also a good choice.

Thinking of this, I laughed unconsciously, looking silly.

"What are you still smirking at here, wait for the quilt in the courtyard to be taken to the suit yard to dry, take advantage of the good weather, take out the young master's quilt to dry first, and then ours.

After drying, wash the pot for me with rice water and soaphorn in the morning, and take it out to the yard to dry after washing, when I cook at noon, you give me a hand, and then you learn how to cook, this is our ability to settle down. ”

"Huh?"

"Is it too little?"

"Mother-in-law, am I the only one?"

"Otherwise, do you want me to give you a hand?"

"No need, mother-in-law, I'll go now."

"Remember to go early, otherwise you won't be able to occupy a good position, remember not to use the name of Qingzhuyuan for your convenience, it's too late."

I smiled wryly and said, "Understood, mother-in-law." ”

"Later, I'll go out of the house to buy, I'll go to the tailor's shop, tell the boss your size, and then ask if there's anything ready-made.

If I come back and find that you can't even do this little thing, I know that the laundry room in the backyard is very short of people, and it would be nice to have you more, and then I will find an obedient girl. ”

After saying that, I smiled maliciously, it was a familiar feeling, because this kind of smile was only used by the grandmothers in the past when they scared me.

What Wang Po said made me feel scared, if she kept emitting black gas, she would definitely be an old monster.

It also makes me constantly vigilant, diligent work is the right way, and the rest depends on fate.

Hope I'm really a lucky person.

The quilt wasn't too heavy, but it was still hard for me to pick it up, and my view in front of me was partially blocked.

stumbled all the way, either almost hitting someone, or the quilt almost fell to the ground.

And when I think of this situation, there are two more times, and I have to collect it before the sun goes down in the afternoon, and I feel that I will definitely be exhausted.

I finally got to the drying room, the best position has been occupied, and I have to choose a slightly better position to dry clothes.

But I found a serious problem, I wasn't tall enough, the shelves were seven feet high.

Although I am ten years old, I am only more than three feet tall, and the height of the shelf is almost two of me.

And the quilt is so heavy, not as light as the clothes, you can throw it up.

What should I do?

It's looking for Sister Hua Niang to help, no, Sister Hua Niang is still busy in the kitchen.

Looking for Sister Xinlan, it's not good, she's not much taller than me.

Hey, how come there is a bamboo basket, which is still in the corner of the wall.

It should be left over from drying clothes, so it shouldn't matter if I use it a little.

Walk over with the brocade quilt, then gently put it into the bamboo basket, and then pick up the bamboo basket with both hands and walk to the previous position.

Then carefully took out the quilt, kicked the bamboo basket over with his feet very reluctantly, turned it over completely, and then stepped on it with the quilt.

After barely standing up, I threw the quilt onto the pole when I was about to spread it.

The bamboo basket couldn't bear my weight at all, it collapsed and broke.

Pull your foot out of the basket and fortunately not hurt.

After completely spreading out the young master's quilt, I put the basket back in its original position and tried my best to restore it to its original state.

Then he left very weakly, and when he left, he looked to see if there was anyone around.

When I returned to Qingzhuyuan, my heart relaxed, and then I couldn't help but worry that I would not be in the future, and I had made so many mistakes in this day.

First I got up late, and now I broke the bamboo basket that I don't know whose it was, and if the bitter master came to the door, I would definitely be driven away.

Hey, what do you want to do so much, let's keep working.

After the lesson just now, I finally found a stool with thick legs, moved it first, and then came to hold the quilt.

After the quilt was all dried, I brought the stool back.

Then the pot is washed, three small soup pots are washed with soap, washed with water several times, and then put in the yard to dry.

The two cauldrons are washed with rice washing water first, and after washing, the used water is put up with a scoop, put it in a dirty bucket, and it will be poured out later, and the cauldron is finally washed with bamboo to wash the remaining water.

After that I went back to the West Wing, which had two compartments.

The one on the east side is the house of the princess, and the one on the west side is mine.

Lying in bed, I was busy for half a morning, and I felt very tired.

I took out the pillow and gave me the cuijin this morning, hugged it tightly with both hands, and then slowly put it on my chest, carefully smelled its faint fragrance, and fell asleep unconsciously.

And so it went on for a long time, until.

"It hurts, it hurts, my ears!"

"You dead girl, have you forgotten the rules that those old women taught you?"

"I didn't dare to forget, the master didn't sleep, and the maid couldn't sleep, but I was too tired this morning, so I couldn't help it."

"Also, take it first, see if it fits."

The mother-in-law threw it over, a new green dress.

I'm not in the mood to try on new clothes now, and I think more about the incident in the morning, although I don't want to talk about it, but sooner or later it will still be exposed, so I confess to Wang Po.

"Mother-in-law, when I took the young master's quilt to dry in the morning, I was not tall enough, so I found a bamboo basket to pad my feet, but it was broken, and the bamboo basket seemed to be loaded by someone else."

"It's okay, although there are few people in Qingzhuyuan, no one dares to trouble us, and those who use bamboo baskets to pack clothes are not favored people, what are you afraid of."

The image of Wang Po in my heart has become tall and very domineering, and I can do this when I can.