The affairs of the Yu family are not a secret in the village, and almost all the elderly people know about it, but the Xiao Yu family has not been in contact with each other for many years, and many people ignore this relationship.

Listening to the proud show-off that could not be concealed in You Shi's words, Wanqing secretly rolled her eyes, she was the maid of the Xiao family and not the Yu family, and she didn't know where You Shi and the honorable superior came from.

She handed the wooden box in her hand to the old lady and said with a smile: "This is a congratulatory gift specially prepared for the old lady by my little lady." ”

You Shi's eyes lit up, she had seen the grandeur of the Xiao family, and the gift was definitely not far off, she reached out to pick it up, but she saw that her fingers were about to touch the wooden box but someone cut her beard.

Huang smiled and took the box to the old lady, "Since it was specially prepared by my niece for my mother, it is better for my mother to open it herself." ”

You Shi raised his head and glared at Huang Shi, just as he wanted to say something, the next second he reacted that there were still many people around him, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "That's the reason, I just wanted to take it and open it for my mother, but I was preempted by my younger siblings." ”

Old Mrs. Yu, who was surrounded by people in the middle and became the center of sight, coughed lightly, stretched out her hand to open the box, and paused when she saw the contents of the box.

You Shi frowned, and turned his gaze to Wanqing, "What are you giving here?" ”

A book? Although there are scholars in the Yu family, they are not angry, what is the use of giving this thing that cannot be eaten or drunk?

The more You Shi thought about it, the more angry he became, remembering Xiao Jingshu's lukewarm attitude towards her, and his tone became bad, "Didn't you change things halfway?" ”

Old lady Yu's face was also a little unsightly, she didn't suspect that Wanqing was secretly changing congratulatory gifts, but she was just a maid, where did she have the courage to do this?

The eldest son sold his sister to study, what does it mean for her to give a book to her birthday party? Grievances for her mother? Although Yu Da is not kind, isn't her mother also a blessing in disguise?

At the beginning, she didn't want to buy her daughter back, but the Xiao family's price was too high, and she really couldn't come up with so much money, and she saw that her daughter was doing well in the Xiao family.

Old Lady Yu stood silently to the side, looking at Wanqing's eyes with a bit of sharpness.

In the end, he is a person who has lived most of his life, and the oppression in his eyes is still obvious.

The corners of Wanqing's mouth twitched, and she was helpless, "This is the "Amitayus Sutra" copied by my little lady, copied for more than half a month, and put it in the temple for a full eighty-one days, praying that the old lady would live a long life. ”

It's true to copy it by hand, it's true to copy it for more than half a month, and it's also true to worship it. It's just that the little lady likes to practice calligraphy with Buddhist scriptures, and there is a box of such Buddhist scriptures at home, and they are all enshrined in the temple, after all, the price is higher, who made her little lady have a hobby of burning money?

Yu Dawenyan, who was originally drinking with others, couldn't sit still, walked to the old lady in three or two steps, took the book and flipped through it, and couldn't help but praise when he saw the hairpin on it: "Good words!" ”

Soft and beautiful, clear and smart.

He claims to be a scholar, and he loves to dance and write on weekdays, Xiao Jingshu's gift can be regarded as sent to his heart, although it was given to her mother.

The old lady's face softened slightly, and she thought about Xiao Jingshu's loss of her mother when she was young, her father was a showman, and he definitely didn't know how to do general affairs, and he must have taken care to send the Buddhist scriptures he copied by himself.

Maybe those people in the county are the ones who give these gifts?