Also, you can be a good citizen in these years, who is willing to go to someone else's house to be a servant.

Lan Erlang could only think of so much, so he said to Song Liang: "Then just let Meizi come back, why bother staying in the Lu family." ”

"I can't help it," Song Liang said helplessly, "The five children in the family have to pay a poll tax of two dollars of silver every year, and when the year is not good, there is no food to live on after paying the two taxes." I can only grieve Meizi to serve people, and I can still earn two dollars of silver every month. ”

Speaking of this, Lan Xiaoqing suddenly thought that the injury on the corner of her forehead when she saw Song Meizi once was smashed by the lady she was serving.

She frowned slightly, but she could only sigh secretly in her heart.

It's really a scripture that is difficult to read.

But the Song family is good to the Lan family, and if she can help in the future, she must help her.

……

The next day, when the sun rose, everything was going in an orderly manner in the kitchen of the Lan family and the homestead of the new house.

Only Lan Xiaoqing is going to go to the Lu family in the town alone today.

Since Song Xiaohua came to help, she has less work to do every day, and she slept well last night, so she is in good spirits this morning.

She walked away without meeting a car to the town, and when she walked out of the village about a mile, she was suddenly overtaken by an acquaintance.

It's Mu Ping.

Lan Xiaoqing saw that he was holding something in his hand, so he asked, "Are you also going to the town?" What to do? ”

Mu Ping shook the things in his hand in front of Lan Xiaoqing's eyes, and sold it: "Guess it." ”

The things in his hand were rolled into a scroll and wrapped in cloth, and Lan Xiaoqing said without thinking, "Painting." ”

"Okay." Mu Ping didn't expect Lan Xiaoqing to guess it at once, she just guessed that it was a rolling pin or something, and it was interesting to guess it after struggling.

He pursed his lips: "Hmph, there is no reward for guessing correctly." ”

"Who wants your reward?" Lan Xiaoqing was funny, but she was still quite interested in that painting, "It should be Brother Mu Xian who asked you to come out on errands." ”

"Yes, I have great news, do you want to hear it?"

Lan Xiaoqing glanced at the painting in Mu Ping's hand again, and her mood gradually became depressed: "I'm afraid I knew what you want to say before you." ”

Mu Ping thought for a while and said, "That's right, you accompanied your cousin to the poetry meeting that day, you must know everything." ”

When Lan Xiaoqing heard Mu Ping say this, she knew that her guess was right.

"Then this painting should be given by Brother Mu Xian to that lively and lovely Miss Jiang."

"Yes, you also think Miss Jiang is lively and cute, right?" When it comes to Miss Jiang, Mu Ping obviously has a lot to say, "The first time I saw Miss Jiang was at the gate of the academy, and that day was the Double Ninth Festival, and Miss Jiang ......"

"Stop," Lan Xiaoqing was in a bad mood, "I'm talking to you about painting, what are you talking to me Miss Jiang, I don't want to hear it." ”

Mu Ping glanced at Lan Xiaoqing: "Oh yo, oh yo, with your bearing, you deserve to be inferior to Miss Jiang, but Miss Jiang is very generous." ”

"You know if it's big or not?"

"How I don't know, once"

"Okay, don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it."

"What, you're still angry with me? I can't speak yet? ”

Lan Xiaoqing took two steps forward and ignored Mu Ping.

Mu Ping chased after her to please her: "Okay, don't be angry, it's still far away from the town, how boring I am if you don't talk to me along the way." ”

“……”