In mid-August, Huo Roufeng had already traveled to Qinling and Daba Mountain, and returned to the racecourse.

She brought back 500 female soldiers, as well as more than 20 little girls, the eldest of whom was eight or nine years old, the youngest of whom was only five or six years old, and more than a dozen women who were over thirty years old, some of whom also carried small dolls.

Among these girls, some were beggars she met on the road, some were helpless orphans in the village, and even one was rescued by her and Hua Siniang from the hands of two big men.

And the dozen or so women, all yellow, hungry and thin, a few of them are still sick, most of them are manless, helpless and miserable.

Mrs. Zhong first looked at the five hundred female soldiers, and saw that they were all young women from the mountains, although some of them had vegetables, they were still young, and they could recuperate after a while.

Mrs. Zhong couldn't help but nod to Mama Ruoshui, and Mama Ruoshui hurriedly said: "It's the first time I've seen a female soldier for the slave maid, look at it, the spirit of the top one, the vision of the nine ladies is good." ”

But when Mrs. Zhong saw the pile of children and women, she couldn't help frowning, and when she entered the house, she asked Huo Roufeng: "Xiao Jiu, what are you going to do with these people, keep them in the horse farm?" ”

Huo Roufeng said: "There are enough people in the horse farm, I don't raise idlers." ”

Okay, Mrs. Zhong is going to let Mama Ruoshui send the living expenses to the account room for a while, so that her future daughter-in-law will not treat her as an idler.

"I asked, most of these women can spin and weave, and a few of them are popular, even if they are not as good as the needlewomen in the city, and they can sew and mend. I wanted to open a workshop where the women would spin and weave the clothes with the little girls, and they would make the clothes of the private soldiers for all seasons, and if there were not enough people, they could recruit them again. ”

There is another idea, Huo Roufeng didn't say it, she wanted to observe those little girls, back then Mrs. Gao had a female chazi cultivated since childhood, until now, Zhanhuai still uses female chazi, just like Hua Sanniang and Bai Shuixian.

The matter of the female chazi, Zhanhuai is not clear, Mrs. Zhong must know.

Huo Roufeng continued: "These little girls are all fatherless, motherless, and without clan protection, and some don't even know who their surnames are. I just like a blank sheet of paper, and I start cultivating them from now on, and maybe I can become a needlemaster in the future. ”

She glanced at Mrs. Zhong with the rest of her eyes, and saw that Mrs. Zhong's brow moved.

Huo Roufeng said everything she wanted to say, picked up a wisp of the ponytail at the back of her head, threw it around her fingers, and swayed away.

Seeing that Huo Roufeng was far away, Mrs. Zhong said to Mama Ruoshui: "It's not easy to settle so many people, Mama Fan and Cai Qin are going back to the capital in the next two days, you should go over there to see if there is anything you can help, especially those little girls." ”

If Mama Shui understood, she mumbled, and the master and servant bypassed the topic.

Two days later, Mama Fan and Cai Qin followed the Huo family caravan back to the capital, and when they left, the two of them told each other that Cai Qin hated to go back with her own nine masters, but after all, she still had to go, Huo Roufeng was also very sad, she knew that she didn't know when she would be able to meet, she hugged Cai Qin tightly and refused to let go, and whimpered: "Wait for the master to go to the capital, go to your house for dinner." ”

"The slave maid steamed mutton buns for you......" Cai Qin couldn't go on.

When will the ninth master return to the capital, Cai Qin doesn't know, and Mama Fan doesn't know, they don't even dare to think about it.

Huo Roufeng patted Cai Qin's shoulder, there were tears in her eyes, but her mouth was smiling: "Don't worry, the ninth master will definitely return to the capital, at that time, you remember to carry the mutton buns, go to the city gate to pick me up, the master smelled the fragrance of the mutton buns, and knew that it was my celery picking." ”

"Well, the slave and maid will steam a big pot of mutton buns and send them to the city gate for the ninth master."

"Okay, that's it, when your son gets married, the lord will send him the Zhuangzi in the capital, the lord will count when he speaks, don't forget to take a small notebook and write it down."

Count, of course count, the dowry that the ninth master promised to Cai Qin did not miss anything, and now that Cai Qin is married, it is Cai Qin's turn again.

After sending away Mama Fan and Cai Qin, Huo Roufeng received Zhang Shengping's flying pigeon message.

Zhang Shengping and his people had already received Xie Honglin, and the group was dressed as a merchant carrying a female dependent, and was heading to Yulin.

Huo Roufeng was overjoyed, her mother came, and she finally came.

After Zhanhuai learned about it, he immediately sent Hua Siniang with a team of people to answer, taking the road guide from the Yulin General Military Mansion, from Xuanfu to Yulin, all the way to buy it.

The house in the racecourse has been repaired, and Huo Roufeng has already invited Mrs. Zhong to live in it, but Mrs. Zhong refuses, and still lives in the small courtyard with Huo Roufeng.

Now that she heard that Xie Honglin was about to arrive, Mrs. Zhong agreed to move in.

Ten days later, Xie Honglin finally arrived at the racecourse, from last year to now, the mother and daughter have not seen each other for more than half a year, but this time, Xie Honglin is really in good health as the letter said.

When Huo Roufeng hugged her, although her right hand was struggling, she still patted her daughter lightly on the back.

She sat on the big kang near the window, although she was sick, she was still elegant and calm, not angry and arrogant, which was the heritage of the Xuanhe family from generation to generation, and it was also the innate momentum of the women of the Xie family.

Mrs. Zhong looked at the woman in front of her, and her heart was galloping like a thousand horses. There is a portrait of a woman wearing a dragon robe and a crown, sitting on a dragon chair, and a drooping girl standing beside her, looking innocent.

The portrait is treasured in the dark compartment of the study of the grandfather of the country, which is handed down by the ancestors of the Zhan family, and every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the husband and wife, together with their eldest son Zhanchen, have to kneel three times and bow nine times in front of the portrait.

This is a rule that has been passed down since the first generation of Min Guogong and Mrs. Gao.

Madame Zhong has been married to her family for more than 30 years, and she has been worshipping in front of that portrait for more than 30 years, but before receiving Zhanhuai's letter, she never imagined that one day, she would see with her own eyes the people who are connected to this portrait.

Huo Qingzhou and Huo Roufeng's appearance may be more with the Gao family, but Xie Honglin in front of her looks three or four percent similar to the empress in the portrait at first glance.

Mrs. Zhong exhaled and bowed her knees: "Zhanmen Zhong has seen Mrs. Xie." ”

Xie Honglin smiled: "I'm physically inconvenient, you don't have to be polite, I'm very happy that you can come here." ”

Huo Roufeng saw it, and hurriedly helped Mrs. Zhong to sit on the kang, Xie Honglin glanced at her daughter and said, "I have a homely conversation with Mrs. Zhong, you go out to play." ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhong also smiled and winked at Huo Roufeng.

Huo Roufeng immediately understood what the two of them were going to say, and ran out in a puff of smoke.