After serving Jia Baoyu to rest that night, Jiang Yan returned to the house and patiently read a few Dayu regional chronicles, and found that this Yunzhou is really lackluster, except for being a border town, there is really nothing commendable, the only impression left on her is that she is poor, this kind of farming era, the land is basically barren land has no future, Yunzhou is like this, the local people grow food taxes every year are not enough to pay, and it has become a practice for the imperial court to give exemptions and exemptions. If you can't eat enough, let alone anything else.

In such a poor place, Jiang Yan really doubted that Qing'anhou was his father, how could he send his son so far away when he was angry, and the old lady of their family actually did not object, it was really strange and strange.

Xie Jingxing is only seventeen after the New Year, just a high school student, and he is about to leave his hometown alone, and this kind of second generation has nothing to do.

Closing the book, Jiang Yan began to think about what to give as a parting gift, Xie Jingxing should not worry about money when she goes to Yunzhou, she can naturally buy what she wants when she has money, and she has to give something that she can't buy.

I couldn't think of it for a while, Jiang Yan simply put out the candle, and the time was not early, so let's rest first.

The next morning, she heard the movement outside, and she was awake. In the past, she didn't sleep at night and woke up in the morning, but after the little maid did it in the past few years, the biological clock can't be changed.

Fortunately, she had put a stove in the house before, and the water was warm on it, so she didn't have to go out to fetch water on a cold day.

After Jiang Yan finished washing, she went out to pour water to wash her face, and saw that the little maid Liang'er was sweeping the floor with her head shrinking, Jiang Yan saw that her nose and ears were red from the cold, and hurriedly called her to come in to warm up.

Jiang Yan poured her a bowl of hot water, Liang'er took off her gloves, and sighed comfortably with both hands.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yan smiled and said, "I'm so afraid of the cold, I don't wear much when I come out." He reached for her gloves and put them on the brazier to roast them.

Liang'er took a sip of hot tea, "It's not good to move if you wear too much." ”

"Then sweep slowly, no one here is urging you anyway." Sweeping the floor in winter is not an easy job, Jiang Yan also came from a little girl, so naturally she will not be harsh on others.

Liang'er smiled and didn't speak, although Sister Danyu has a good temper, there is still a Sister Qingwen in this house, who dares to move her things back, isn't it uncomfortable to find herself!

She looked at the gloves on the stove, changed the subject, and said, "I heard that this glove was made by you first, sister, but we followed it and stained it, but it was much better than the bare cold wind before." ”

"It's something everybody can do, and it's nothing." Jiang Yan remembered what happened when she first entered Jiafu, "I also started as a little maid, and I had to wash rags on a cold day at that time, and I couldn't stand the cold to come up with such a method." ”

Four or five years have passed in a blink of an eye, Jiang Yan still wanted to make a woolen glove for easy use in the house, but she didn't find wool after looking around in the sewing room, only wool, Jia's mother's maid was well treated, and the charcoal per person was enough, so she gave up.

Jiang Yan was stunned, yes, there is no wool here, she can get a woolen sweater out, the cold close-fitting sweater is much more comfortable than the empty cotton robe and leather jacket!

Thinking of what to send, Jiang Yan felt a lot more relaxed, and after sending Liang'er out, she waited for a while to finish breakfast, and then went to the sewing room, and she didn't know if there was any wool there after the past few years.

Jiang Yan was very familiar with the people in the needlework room when she was still in Jia's mother's house, and Sango's mother was the manager of the needlework room, because of the reason for learning needlework from Coral, the people in the needlework room regarded her as their own, and later came to Jia Baoyu, because he didn't like the things made in the needlework room, and he didn't have much contact, but he went less, but the feelings were still there.

The sewing room is located in a small courtyard in the southwest corner of Rongguo Mansion, and is not only responsible for the clothes of the masters, but also the clothes of the subordinates for two seasons a year, so the fabrics and furs here are all from top to bottom. As soon as Jiang Yan entered the yard, she kept saying hello to people, and saw that Aunt He, the coral lady, was sitting in the house to check the work done by the embroidery girls, and hurriedly went in to say hello, and when she was done, she said what she meant.

Wool is not a good thing, as soon as Aunt He heard her ask, she turned out a bag from a corner of the warehouse.

Jiang Yan thanked Aunt He, and when she took the package, she handed her a purse.

Aunt He didn't take it, "This thing is still left over from the wool felt made in the craftsman's room, and you don't need it anywhere else, it's about to be ashes, if you want to take it, give it back some silver." ”

Jiang Yan stuffed the purse into her and said with a smile: "I know that my aunt is good to me, but one yard is one yard, how can I do it if I take something and don't give it silver, so many people are watching, I can't make it difficult for you, don't think you have less silver." ”

Aunt He pinched her purse, "This is too much, wool is not worth much." ”

Jiang Yan smiled, "If there is more, please help me find some more fine wool, I have other uses." ”

Aunt He patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, I can't let you suffer, just at the end of the year, the price of wool is cheap, so much silver may be a lot, I will pay more attention to the purchase at that time, but what do you want so much wool for?" ”

Jiang Yan said: "I just want to get something casually, and if I can't do it, I won't say it first, so as not to be embarrassed in the future." ”

Aunt He said: "You kid has always been clever, and you will definitely be able to do it." Then I'll let you know when I have any more wool. ”

Jiang Yan thanked her again before going back with her baggage.

After Jiang Yan returned to the house, she opened the bag and looked at the wool carefully, she felt that it was not good after a cursory look, and she was even more disappointed when she looked closely, such a small bag is only more than a catty, and it is mostly coarse wool, no wonder it is made of wool felt, and it can't be spun into thread at all. It's okay to use it as a doll.

That bit of silver should be regarded as an investment, I hope Mrs. He can really find a suitable one.

However, she doesn't expect people to find her on purpose, who knows when the next needlework room purchase will be, she can do it later, Xie Jingxing will leave in two months. You'll have to find another way.

Jiang Yan plans to go to the back door in the afternoon, I don't know if Wu Wenyuan will come today.

She had been looking forward to the time passing quickly all day, and she was a little absent-minded in doing things, Qingwen saw that she was pinching a needle and forgot to wear it, frowned and said, "You can't really be angry because of yesterday's events, why are you restless all day?" ”

"What?" Jiang Yan didn't react, "What happened yesterday?" ”

"It's just the little ones who asked you to make an extra trip." Qingwen reacted, "You forgot!" I'm going to say you're not going to be angry about it. ”