In March of the sixth year of Daming Jingtai, Yuanbao Ah Xian was eleven years old, six years old, and Wen Wan wore this other world for 12 years.

"Miss, Miss, you are slow...... Slow down, slave...... The slave can't catch up! The little girl Chuncao took the wooden comb and followed her head behind the bend, her cheeks were so red that she couldn't breathe, and the yellow girl's bun was shaky on her head.

At this time, I really couldn't run, so I could only bend over and wipe my sweat with a wooden comb in one hand, and hold my leg with the other hand to "snort" and pant.

The pink and white doll covered her sparse hair with her lotus-like tender hands, and drilled around the yard briskly and dexterously, like a delicate pink butterfly.

At this time, seeing that Chuncao was no longer chasing, he stopped and glared at her with the flickering grape beads, and his voice was like a clear spring dingdong: "I don't want you to comb, you play by yourself, what about Mama Song?" ”

This little girl Chuncao is a country girl who can't eat enough and is sold, her hands are very rough, and every time she combs her hair, she always has to tear off a few yellow hairs.

Wanwan inhaled in pain every time, and when the people saw her in pain, they also cried and wiped their tears: "Ah, Miss! Do you hurt? Woo, I'm sorry, it's all to blame on the slave and maid for being careless! Ah, rip off another one! Haruka is such a stupid girl! Ah, I also ripped off one. ”

Bend was soft-hearted, didn't like to embarrass her, and didn't like to sue her mother, so she endured it. From then on, as long as Chuncao combed her hair, she avoided it like a snake and scorpion, full of fear. No, the master and servant rested for a moment and caught up like a cat and mouse.

Mrs. Song, who was shopping for vegetables, happened to come back with a few fish, and when she saw that there were such chickens flying and dogs jumping in the yard, she immediately roared and put down the basket and picked up the cloth shoes and threw them at Chuncao's face: "You have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, dare to pick up Miss!" Look at her hair that has done you a scourge, and look at how I beat you up now! ”

The sole of the shoe is very full, and it is slapped on Chuncao's face, right in the red heart. Chuncao didn't take a chance to bite the gold halfway, and staggered for a moment before he confessed to Mrs. Song with a shoe print: "Mama spare your life!" Mama spare her life! Chuncao doesn't dare anymore! ”

But Madame asked her to serve the young lady well, she can't even comb her hair badly! The young lady doesn't like her anymore, if the lady sells her again...... No, no, no! Practice makes perfect, and a few more times of practice will definitely be good!

Mrs. Song picked up the bend and gasped in distress: "Sister Duojun, let you be so bad!" Since she was born, no one has been willing to touch a single strand of her hair, and she will let you be blue and white! ”

When I was about to scold again, a woman in her fifties came out of the main house, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, tall and tall, but there was a scar on the right side of her face that was extremely hideous: "Silence! Madame didn't sleep well yesterday, don't disturb Madame's purity anymore. ”

Mrs. Song saw that it was this rigid mother-in-law and knew that she would give her face, so she no longer scolded Chuncao, but only turned her head and hugged the porcelain doll-like bend to comb her hair.

Chuncao just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up, but the woman standing at the door of the main house looked at her coldly, and there was no trace of fireworks in her cold voice: "Go to the corridor and kneel for an hour, when will you know how to respect the master and servant, and then talk back." ”

Chuncao Na Na Yes, secretly glanced at the cold woman, and shrank away. This is Mrs. Fang, who is more terrible than Mrs., and when Chuncao sees her, it is like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Chuncao made a mistake again?" Wen Wan yawned and got up, letting the woman comb her hair and wash her face.

"The little girl has to be trained for a few more months, and the slave and maid look at it and think clearly, but the vision pattern is a little smaller, at most she can only be a loyal servant." The woman took her by her arms and brushed her hair, smiling in reply.

"Loyal servants are rare, our family is simple and doesn't need to be so thoughtful." Wen Wan looked at herself in the bronze mirror, still looking forward to the brilliance, but with less youth and more mature charm.

"You only slept at midnight yesterday, so you should sleep more! The left and right masters were not at home, and the eldest young master and the second young master also went to the house. Mrs. Fang looked at the tired face on her gentle face, and couldn't help but say more.

Her life was given by Wen Wan, her husband and in-laws were also buried at Wen Wan's expense, and the enmity with the former master's family was also avenged by Wen Wan, so she naturally hoped that Wen Wan would be good.

"Can't sleep well! The food boys in Fuxue don't like to eat, the shopkeeper of Longfeng Zhai will come to get the drawings later, and the promotion ceremony of the second brother-in-law, all kinds of things! "Besides, it's time for the green ducks to come over these days.

When Mrs. Fang heard this, she finally pursed her lips, straightened her clothes for Wen Wan and stopped talking. There are a group of children, and the family is in charge of such a big business, so it is impossible to be idle. In this life, a woman is either a husband or a son.

After Mrs. Fang finished combing her hair, ordered the begonia rouge, and inserted the lifelike butterfly winged golden hairpin, Wen Lan pushed open the window and walked out. But the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the blue sky is like washing.

Mrs. Song was carefully combing her double buns, and her tender yellow hair was not suitable for her hands. The little girl squinted comfortably and sat in the sun enjoying it, and from time to time handed a hair rope to the mother-in-law behind her.

Seeing that it was Wen Wan who got up, he hurriedly raised his head and smiled at her, with a shallow pear vortex on the side of his mouth: "Auntie, when I finish combing my hair, I will go to deliver food to my brothers." ”

Wen Wan dipped her toothbrush in green salt and smiled at her: "Don't go, as soon as you go to the school, the boys will be beaten by the master, it's so pitiful!" ”

Her daughter is extremely pretty, and she is more gentle than her. Every time she goes to the school to deliver food to her brothers, as long as she stands at the door and calls gently, the boys in the school who shake their heads and study seem to have exploded, scrambling to squeeze into the window with red faces to look at her. For this reason, Yuanbao Axian was reluctant to let his sister go to school.

Wanwan didn't care: "You can't just stop going out because of a good birth, I'm not an official lady." Besides, I was depressed at home every day, and my brother's classmates were all good, and they gave me milk and fruits to eat. ”

Wen Wan is still not at ease: "If you get lost or abducted by human traffickers, your mother won't be able to live!" Let Chuncao go, you stay at home with me, is it feasible? ”

Wanwan shook his head with a resolute expression: "I'll let Uncle Dumb follow." ”

Since the Feng family wrote a letter saying that the dumb man would have some skills, Wen Wan took him to Beijing. On weekdays, he follows Lin Yuan to do things, and if Lin Yuan goes out, he will follow Wen Wan.

Wen Wan nodded and agreed with her to go. It's just that I don't understand why she, a young girl who doesn't leave the door and doesn't step out, suddenly has to go to school.

If she thinks of her two brothers, the ghost will believe it! The three little overlords got together, and their faces could be purple!

No matter what Wen Wan thought, Wanwan still took the spring grass dumb to the house where Ah Xian Yuanbao was located to send a love lunch. It was recess and meals, and the boys were playing together in patches.

When he looked around, he saw three bamboo-like young boys, who were reading a book in one place with their shoulders on their backs and smiling obscenely.