The little servants in Zhuangzi had never treated Ran Yan as a green onion, not to mention that she was weak, but they said that they had all fallen to this step, and their eyes were still on the top of their heads, as if saying a word to them would insult her dignity.

Ran Yan is no longer favored, and she is also the daughter of the Ran family, and the Ran family only claims that Ran Seventeen Niang is recuperating in Zhuangzi, so although the little servants don't like this master from the bottom of their hearts and never take her to heart, they don't dare to make things difficult, and at most they ignore it. However, the day before yesterday, they all saw the incident that brought Zhou Lang back to life, and this incident caused a sensation not only in Zhoujia Village, but also in Zhuangzi, and everyone in Zhuangzi immediately looked at Ran Yan with admiration, and their attitude was much more humble than before.

After reading the letter, Ran Yan casually threw the letterhead in the baggage, "Wanlu, give him the half-run money." ”

Wan Lu was stunned for a moment, even if she was unwilling to do so in her heart, she couldn't brush her lady's face in front of outsiders, and handed over the things in her hand to Xing Niang at the moment, untied the heavy half-money from her waist, and sent it to the little guy with a smile, "As long as you help my lady, the lady will definitely not be disadvantaged, and you will help this time." ”

The little girl was surprised at first, and after he really touched half of the money, he woke up like a dream and said busily, "Thank you for the lady's reward, in the future, if the lady has something to say, the little one will definitely do her best." ”

Ran Yan nodded slightly and said, "There is labor." ”

It was just a polite word, but it was surprising enough, the little girl knew that she was euphemistically evicted, so she hurriedly stuffed the money into her sleeve pocket and bowed back.

"Hmph, what a face!" Evening Green snorted under his breath.

Xing Niang and Ran Yan didn't answer, Ran Yan, as an unfavored concubine, was reluctant to spend money, who would run over to offer courtesy! What's more, Ran Yan in the past, if it sounded good, it was the empty valley Youlan who didn't eat fireworks, and if it was unpleasant, it was poor and faceless, and she was obviously even more depressed than the maids in the main courtyard, but she felt that she was superior and couldn't see the reality clearly.

Today's events made Ran Yan realize the importance of money, if she had to survive in Datang, she would definitely have to think of ways to make money, but now the appearance of this Fang Cheng mud inkstone made her unsettled.

"Let's go visit Mr. Sang first." Ran Yan grabbed the inkstone and hurriedly went out.

Wan Lu hurriedly stuffed the two taels of silver, and left the rest of the things to Xing Niang to dispose of, lifted the skirt, and rushed to catch up with Ran Yan.

Xing Niang looked at the letter that had not yet been folded, there was not much content in it, it was just a polite greeting, and then she said that the two taels of silver in the burden were the consultation money given to the doctor the day before yesterday, and they had not received it, so they asked Liu to return it, but Zhou Lang's body was still extremely weak, and Liu couldn't do without it, so he transferred it to Tuo Sangchen and brought it by the way.

Ran Yan suppressed the waves in her heart and tried her best to make her steps the same as usual.

It was early in the morning, on both sides of the riverbank crisscrossing the village, the houses had opened their back doors along the river, and the stairs made of bluestone slabs led straight to the river.

Another canopy boat with a small amount of goods slowly sailed through the river, asking the women who were washing vegetables if they needed to buy or exchange goods.

Looking at such a quiet and peaceful picture, the restlessness in Ran Yan's heart gradually calmed down, but his pace never slowed down at all, just like when solving a murder case, the forensic doctor needs to rush to the scene of the crime in the shortest possible time, Ran Yan is used to this way of doing things.

Wan Lu knew that the Mengguan was in the east of the village, so he helped Ran Yan to go there.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and before I saw the Mengguan School, I already heard the crisp sound of children reading.

Listening to the voice, Ran Yan can tell the difference, there are not many students, only about fourteen or fifteen, the ages are also uneven, the small voice is vague, the milk voice is milky, and the big one already has the characteristics of a teenager.

In the alleys of the village, I occasionally bumped into a few villagers, and saw Ran Yan holding an inkstone in his hand, his steps were hurried, although he was full of doubts, but he immediately retreated to the side of the road and saluted respectfully.

Medicine has been respected since ancient times, who is not afraid of old age, sickness, and death? A person like Ran Yan who can "come back to life" will naturally make people feel awe-inspired.

The Mongolian Pavilion in the village is just a two-foot wide house, just like a dwelling, built along the water, there is no yard in front of the house, and there is no staircase leading to the river behind the house, but a water platform about three feet wide stretches out, and there is a poplar fence on the water platform, which is nailed in the past two days.

The houses of the Tang Dynasty were generally low, but this Mongolian pavilion was slightly higher than the private houses, and the construction was passable, which shows that the villagers attached great importance to education.

Evening green probe looked into the house, rows of neat rows of children kneeling behind, large and small, were shaking their heads and reciting a thousand words with Sang Chen, the youngest child was afraid that he couldn't even walk steadily, let alone sitting, even standing there, just enough to use a short one. But the one with a serious face holding the book, because his hands were too small, it was very difficult to hold it, the child wrung his small brows, and his small mouth moved with the voice of the big stream, quite a look, although the book in his hand was reversed.

And Ping Xiaolang, who was crying by the evening green that day, was lying on the mat and falling asleep, saliva flowed to his cheeks, and his small mouth was not clicking, I am afraid that he dreamed of delicious food.

There are also three and a half children holding small branches, and you poke me in private, and I poke you. From time to time, a girl peeked at the boy who was seriously endorsing, and another boy doll puffed up her hair......

In a small Mongolian hall, chickens and dogs are jumping, so lively.

But Na Sangchen didn't seem to know at all, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and was more serious and intoxicated than anyone else.

Wan Lu covered her mouth and snickered, and said in a low voice, "I didn't know, it turns out that the most lively place in the village is the Mongolian Pavilion!" ”

Ran Yan stood outside and waited quietly, looking at Sang Chen's intoxicated appearance, he felt cruel when he interrupted. Even though Ran Yan was anxious in her heart, she had always been principled in her work, so she stood outside the door and waited until their morning reading was over.

A thousand-character text, as the name suggests, is only a thousand words, but these children are not of the same age, some have finished learning, and some have only learned a few sentences, so Sang Chen led them to recite the whole text twice, and then recited the first half twice, and finally only memorized the first few sentences.

After memorizing it all, Sang Chen focused on the first half.

During this time, the front of the Mongolian Pavilion is also very lively. A few fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls arched their bodies and drove along the wall lightly, quietly going to the window, which seemed to be a flick, but in fact, it was not, because Ran Yan found that their small actions were often full of hostility, either I "unintentionally" stepped on you, or you "accidentally" kicked me.

The girls obviously came over often, and when they were about to reach the window, they suddenly saw Ran Yan standing at the door, and they all looked stunned, and then there was contempt or hatred in their eyes.

As soon as the sound in the room stopped, Ran Yan faintly withdrew his gaze, and asked Sang Chen to come out with evening green.

Wan Lu was dissatisfied with the girls who didn't know the etiquette, and they were disrespectful to their own mothers, and they also had a joking heart, and their hands and feet were very fast, almost as soon as Ran Yan signaled, she was already standing at the door, stretching out her hand and knocking lightly, "Mr. Sang, the slave maid is the evening green of Ran Mansion, my lady has some important things I want to ask Mr. Sang, please make it convenient." ”

The girls' faces turned red, and they glared at the back of the evening green hatefully, and then jumped like a nest of rabbits and ran around.

Ran Yan looked at a few lively girls and couldn't help but smile, it seems that this Mr. Sang is extremely popular!