Zhen Zhiwen took care of the outside, and then he had the leisure to visit his daughter.

He didn't have a son, so he had to find a way out for his daughter.

When Zhen Lian woke up, Zhen Ying had a book in front of her, her right hand was holding her cheek to read the book, and her left hand was on the vein, slowly conveying spiritual power.

Zhen Lian has a wound on her forehead, and she has to use spiritual power to nourish and speed up the healing, so as not to leave a scar in the future.

When Zhen Zhiwen came in, he saw such a scene of sibling harmony.

The daughter is older, even if Zhen Zhiwen is the biological father, he has to wait outside for a while, let the maid go in and report before he can enter the house.

Seeing Zhen Zhiwen coming in, the sisters jumped off the kang one after another and performed a blessing salute, and Zhen Ying hid behind her sister.

The matter of her throat recovery, now only the eldest sister knows, but she must not make any more extraneous branches.

It was Zhen Zhiwen who stepped forward first and pulled Zhen Ying up and pressed her on the second seat.

"It's uncle, I'm sorry for you."

Zhen Ying looked frightened, his face was full of suspicion, pointed at himself, and then pointed outside.

"In the future, you won't have to do these things."

As he spoke, Zhen Zhiwen took off the waist card and stuffed it into her hand: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to the public middle school to get a sum of money, what I want to buy, what I want......"

Halfway through speaking, I remembered that the girl couldn't speak, so she beckoned again, and called the little girl: "Go and ask Mama Shen to pass the word to the eldest lady, just say that the fourth girl is older, and there is no one to serve around, let her pick two good ......"

Zhen Ying looked at the uncle in a daze, and from the helpless sigh, she felt a little bit of family affection.

Zhen Zhiwen has been away all the year round, he hasn't seen his niece for a long time, he was speechless for a while, and at the end, he patted Zhen Ying's back: "You go back to the room first, tomorrow..."

"Ying'er doesn't have her own room yet." Zhen Lian saw through the guilt in her father's heart, although she was a little unbearable, but in the end, she wanted to win her father's support and add a handful of firewood to the struggle for power between herself and the Hu family.

"A few days ago, when Ying'er washed her hair, she had to look at the eyes of the maid under the stove. It was her daughter who happened to bump into her, and she was afraid that her subordinates would bully her fatherless and motherless, and she was mute, so she was placed in her own room. ”

Zhen Zhiwen smiled bitterly, Yunyang Zhen's family is a scholarly family, but the young lady in the family has never even been to the county seat.

The orphan girl in the side branch is not even as good as the maid of a large family.

Although she knew in advance that Zhen Ying would be difficult, her real situation was even more difficult than she expected.

Zhen Lian pretended not to know what he was planning, first took her father to sit on the kang, then personally held the tea, and then took out the notebook on the table, and unfolded it as if offering a treasure: "Father, look, my daughter has been enlightening Ying'er these days, although Ying'er has never been to school, but this handwriting has been written a little decently." ”

Zhen Zhiwen took the copybook, although it was also a decent handwriting, which was different from what was sold outside.

Zhen Lian first dyed it with pale red impatiens juice, copied it according to other calligraphy first, and then asked Zhen Ying to draw red on the dry paper.

In order to let her sister know and practice words, Zhen Lian did spend a lot of effort. Although it is best for children to learn characters, it is expensive to draw red characters, and Zhen Lian acts like this, which consumes a lot of time, just to save money.

Thinking of this kind of trick, Zhen Zhiwen's expression was also a lot lonely.

Zhen Lian pretended to misunderstand what he meant, and flipped out another booklet: "It didn't take much time for my daughter to enlighten Ying'er." She only wrote the 'thousand-character text' once, and she was able to write it silently, this is her own writing, you see, this place outlined in red circles, is it very well written? ”

"Yes, it's very well written."

The second booklet was even more unbearable, it was the rice paper used by Zhen Lian, which was re-cut with a knife and asked Zhen Ying to write on the back.

It's not called thrift, it's even a little shabby.

Zhen Zhiwen sat on the kang and looked at his daughter's bedroom.

The early spring was a little cold, and the kang was not very hot, but the house was very warm. There are a few paintings of flowers and birds hanging on the four walls, looking at its brushstrokes, it is not painted by a famous artist, but the interest of the daughter of the boudoir. At the position of the big kang sticking to the window, there are seven or eight pots of impatiens, smoked by the heating, but they are not lively, take a closer look, the flowers were pinched by the owner, and I knew at the moment where Zhen Ying's red brochure came from.

The fragrance of impatiens is not strong, and Zhen Lian has never burned incense, it is the fruit of the flowers and plants outside the window in the cold winter, and the faint fragrance is handed over.

Although there are some calligraphy and painting things in the room, they are all ordinary goods, Zhen Zhiwen was slightly suspicious: "The big Ru kiln vase I gave you last year, as well as where is the calligraphy and painting kang screen given by your second uncle at your ceremony?" The boudoir of the little girl's house, the incense is not burned, and the flowers are not arranged. ”

Zhen Lian pointed to the rouge mark on her forehead and replied with a smile, "What bodhisattva?" My daughter lives here, and then she puts some flowers, and the fruit really makes me a bodhisattva? ”

Saying that, he waved his hand and let Ning Lu come over: "Where is the big Ru kiln vase that Daddy gave me last year?" And the little tripod that my uncle gave me, find it out, find some osmanthus and lily incense and put it in and burn it, lest my father say that I deliberately put it in plain and clean place, and it was to fight the autumn wind. ”

Ning Lu's face was embarrassed, and he was blessed: "Back to the old man, the young lady, the Ru kiln vase, and the makeup in our house does not match, a few days ago, the old lady said to the former mother He that the little girl can't use large things, so she moved over." The tripod sent by my uncle is still there, it should be in a box in the backyard......"

Zhen Zhi's text is said casually, and the tone is slightly narrow, only as a joke between father and daughter. But after listening to Ning Lu's words, the original good nature was gone: "It's all about the elders and giving things to the juniors, what does the surname mean?" I'm old, and my eyelids are still so shallow! Over the years, is our family short for her to eat or short for her to wear? The autumn wind has hit the young lady of the main family! ”

Zhen Lian's intention was achieved, and she began to add fuel to the fire: "Mother He is an old man next to her grandmother, not to mention a bottle, it is a lesson for a few of our juniors, how can you not make it?" My daughter is just missing some foreign objects here, but Ying'er has several marks on her. ”

Since Zhen Ying began to cultivate, the wounds on his body have been so good that nothing has come out of his experiments. But Zhen Zhiwen is a man and an uncle, so it's not good to really look at it, just listening to what his daughter said, he suddenly became angry: "No matter how Zhen Ying is, the size is also a master, and if you do something wrong, it's just a matter of persuasion, how can you still do it!" This yard full of maids and daughters-in-law, can't make up half of the word 'reason'? are all thrown out, and the people in the group who don't like the food can't even protect the master! ”

This is said seriously, not to mention condensation, even the two sprinkler maids outside are scared out of their bodies. Zhen Zhiwen paced back and forth in the room for a few steps, and said hatefully: "The evil slave bullies the master, it's not her own master, who else can you rely on?" It turned out that my mother was not holding her body properly, and she was able to raise such slippery things. ”