Chunqin was telling the truth.

She just has a prejudice against the play.

Because she also has relatives in the second grandfather's Yuquan house. According to what the relative said: Those little plays, looking delicate and weak, actually have a big temper. If you eat and drink poorly, and if you are sluggish, you will hang up your eyes and curse. The loss is singing, and those scolding words are not spoken by ordinary people.

Once or twice, Chunqin didn't see the play, but she really didn't have a good impression in her heart.

She's actually a generous person. Compared with the sweeping girl and the play, although they are both lowly, the girl's reputation is a little better. Chunqin thought that when Ying'er heard this, she would immediately kowtow to the uncle to thank her.

Unexpectedly, Ying'er didn't know where she got the courage to shake her head like a rattle.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Uncle, this sister, the slave just wants to repay the uncle, just want to serve tea and pour water for the uncle, and serve the saddle before and after...... Although sweeping the floor is good, but in the end, you can't do a slave's heart! ”

Ying'er's voice choked again.

Chunqin frowned and looked at Ximo. "Uncle, what do you say?"

Ximo has something to do today, and he really doesn't want to waste time.

"The new consul in the small kitchen must be busy. How can a fire girl be enough? And add another one. ”

Chunqin immediately understood the meaning of the uncle. "Master, you mean ......"

Ximo bowed his head and looked at Ying'er again: "I don't need you to serve." If you want, just go to the kitchenette. You don't know anything, so you go there and practice. ”

After that, he walked straight ahead, and the little girl Qing'er went over to lead the horse.

Ying'er can't.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, he still entered Uncle Shi Ximo's house. Whether it is sweeping the floor or lighting a fire, they are all people in his yard. Thinking like this, Ying'er's brows stretched a little more.

Chunqin called a mother-in-law to come and give advice.

The mother-in-law looked at Ying'er and asked suspiciously: "Girl, she is a dramatist, dressed up as a demon and delicate, go to the small kitchen...... Will it succeed or not? ”

"This is what the uncle ordered."

"Yes."

Ying'er followed her, carried a burden, and went into the small kitchen without hesitation.

Zhen is auditing. Leng Buding saw a mother-in-law leading a brightly dressed woman, so he raised his head.

The woman stepped forward and told the story.

Zhen was bland: "I am serving the uncle." Whatever the uncle says is what it is. The stove room also adds a fire girl to make. You go and call Akira over. ”

Zhen is neat.

In a few words, the matter was explained. Ying'er and Qiuwen sleep together in the building. Ying'er didn't understand, Qiuwen taught her.

Qiu Wen is not recuperating in the house, she is tinkering with the rockery.

The bush leaves are plucked and pounded into green thick juice one by one.

Looking for someone, look for a circle, and Fang found autumn patterns in the willows. Autumn Pattern hurriedly hid the mortar and other utensils aside, wiped his hands, and hurriedly stood up.

"What are you doing? Isn't there a wound on your body? ”

Qiu Wen smiled: "Mama, I'm ...... I'm bored in my sleep and come out to blow the wind. ”

"You, you're free. Let me tell you, the consul has added another fire girl today, and you can be more leisurely from now on. "This mother is still kind.

It's just because Liu Jianzhi treats autumn patterns well. The people under this are willing to give Autumn Pattern three points of smile.

"Really?"

"Let's go. Now that you've got a new one, you're an old man. Some don't understand, just discipline her. ”

In that case, Zhen still has something to do.

When the autumn pattern passed, only Ying'er was left in the hall.

Qiu Wen looked at Ying'er, feeling familiar, as if she had seen it anywhere.

Ying'er also looked at Autumn Pattern.

The two men looked at each other for a moment.

Or Qiu Wen opened his mouth first: "My name is Qiu Wen, and I am the fire girl in the stove room here." What's your name? ”

"My name is Ying'er."

"What did you do?"

"Singing." Ying'er doesn't shy away from it, anyway, the uncle's house knows about it, and within a day, the people in the small kitchen will also know.

Qiu Wen thought for a while, then smiled: "I know who you are." You are the one who committed suicide by hitting the wall in the Plum Blossom Temple that day......"

Ying'er was stunned.

"Sister, how do you know?"

Qiu Wen sighed: "Because on that day, I was also just bought by Ya Pozi, waiting for the inspection of the head of the Shi Mansion." I am far away, but I see you. ”

Ying'er lowered her head: "That day, I was just doing stupid things." Such a stupid thing will not be done in the future. ”

What Ying'er thought was: When she entered Shi Ximo's yard, there would always be a chance for her to perform as long as the days went by. She browsed it, and her appearance and figure were the best in the uncle's yard.

Now, though, she doesn't think so.

Unexpectedly, the maid who was doing the same errand with her in front of her was better than her. She hasn't sung or fallen, but she still looks good. The voice of the speaker has not been specially trained, but it sounds tactful.

Ying'er's heart is a little vinegar.

But she still smiled on her face: "I'm clumsy, I haven't touched the stove for more than ten years." In the future, I will ask my sister for more advice. ”

Qiu Wen only said this time, she was enlightened: she realized the preciousness of life.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the house and pack up."

On the first day, Ying'er just rested and didn't have to work.

Autumn patterns don't have to work either. In the end, she was officially granted a month off.

Ying'er went to the stove room, and it was not Qiuwen who worked together, but several daughters-in-law on duty.

Night.

Ying'er couldn't sleep in the bunk. Because she has a habit of choosing a bed. It took a month or two to get used to. There are three people in the shop. In addition to the autumn-striped warbler, there is also a rough girl who takes out the garbage. Originally, there were four people. The maid's mother died in her family, and the chief manager Yuan promoted her to half a month's bereavement leave. Now that the bereavement leave is full, there may be other allocations.

The rough girl sleeps and snores, and the autumn lines are used to it.

Ying'er pinched her ears and complained non-stop. He also said that there were mosquitoes in the house, and no amount of mosquito coils and cattails would work. Autumn Pattern was a little confused. Could it be that the life of a drama is much better than that of a maid?

Autumn pattern does not understand.

Although Ying'er is a ninth-rate actor, she eats and drinks well, and her clothes are not bad. The boss of the troupe is not stupid. The front façade must be well supplied. In the end, those who listened to the drama under the stage were all rich and noble.

When he first learned drama, he was naturally beaten. But when it's older, it's time to be on stage. The head of the class also treated them as if they were treasures. Why were Ying'er and that little drama sold? It's really that the owner of the class is addicted to gambling and has lost a lot of money, and the troupe can't run anymore, so he has no choice but to come up with the idea.

Ying'er has never suffered hardship. If you haven't cut the onion or peeled the garlic, how can you use a stick to light the fire?

Qiu Wen comforted her: "It's better to take some cotton and stuff it in your ears." ”

She had something else to do, and she had to take a trip to the bushes with a lantern. Cool nights. The leaves of the bush have been pounded, and when she drains them, she pours the juice into a basin, puts bee candy on them, and after a few hours, they solidify and are ready to eat.

She didn't want to tell Ying'er about these things.

Even if she looks kind, she can only talk to people for three points.

"I'm going to relieve my hands, and I've had an upset stomach all day. You don't have to follow, I'm carrying a lantern, it's cheap. ”

Autumn Moon smiled at her and gently closed the door.

The moonlight is just right tonight.

Autumn went to the bushes behind the kitchen, tied the lantern to the trunk of the tree, smoked out a dry of utensils, and continued to work. In a few moments, she drained the juice. When I looked at the hole in the tree, there were two white bottles of honey inside. One is a bottle of bee candy. The other is hot water. The bottle for storing hot water has a special structure, and when you unscrew the cork, it is still hot.

This is what Liu Jianran instructed her during the day. If he doesn't come, he will put the bottle in the hole.

Akimoe pours hot water into the basin. Twist the cap of the bee candy bottle again, and the honey is fragrant. The golden bee candy was poured into the emerald green juice, and it immediately made a wonderful change. Gold and green blended, and the juice turned an agate-like red.

Qiu Wen secretly claimed to be surprised in his mouth, but he didn't call out.

She covered her mouth and crouched on the ground, staring blankly at the steaming heat in the basin. After a few hours of hot air cooling, the fairy grass shell that Liu Ye had in mind was ready.

Autumn Pattern is very excited.

She didn't know that she wasn't alone.

Behind him, a man stood under a tree, frowning as she acted.

The person who came was Shi Ximo.

Unlike Liu Jianran, who lies down early in the morning, Ximo has the habit of walking at night. It is best in the middle of the night, when the breeze is gentle and the moon is shining, Shi Ximo wants to practice his sword near this rockery for a while.

Liu Jianran took a fancy to the tranquility of this place.

Shi Ximo also took a fancy to this.

He's been practicing swordsmanship here for ten years.

Ximo didn't pity him in the end. Because he saw a hazy red shadow beside the rockery. Don't want to be alarmed. Sneaking closer, someone tied a lantern to a branch, and I don't know what to do.

Autumn Pattern was so focused that she didn't know what was going on behind her.

Through the light of the lantern, Ximo saw clearly that this person was actually a maid Qiuwen who was burning in the small kitchen. Looking at her sneaky but serious appearance, Ximo was even more puzzled.

Endured and endured. Endured and endured.

Ximo didn't hold back, but stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Autumn Pattern was taken aback.

The light of the lantern beckons a few fireflies. One flew into her face. It made her face look rather bizarre. Ximo stared at it inexplicably.

"Uncle...... Slave ......"

Seeing that it was the uncle, Qiu Wen was so panicked that he couldn't stand steadily, and a bottle in his hand rolled on the ground with a clatter. She wanted to pick it up, but was too late. The honey bottle was picked up by Ximo.

He looked at it, and only thought the bottle was familiar.

Ximo sniffed again, but still asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Uncle is the master of Autumn Pattern.

Autumn Pattern respects the uncle in his heart.

Liu Jianran told her that no one would say anything before the fairy grass shells were made.

But this is the uncle. The uncle asked, did you reply with a lie? Since you have responded to Liu Ye, you must keep it secret for him, which is the way of life.

Qiu Wen twisted her eyebrows and thought for a moment: "Uncle Hui, slaves don't do anything." If you sleep more during the day, you will not be sleepy at night. I want to walk around the house, but I'm afraid of alarming others. So I carried the lantern to find a quiet place and take a few breaths of fresh air. The night passed. ”

Autumn patterns are nonsense.

But she said it without hurry, neither humble nor arrogant, her expression was as usual, and Ximo actually believed it.