When the duty was down, the sun was still very poisonous, and An Ying walked to the shop step by step against the wall.

The business of the shop in the summer is better, so she has to go to the shop to help for a while after the next duty.

As soon as I entered the shop, I felt a burst of coolness. Icebergs are placed in the four corners, which Daddy bought back from the ice cellar with a lot of money, and it costs two taels of silver to use ice a day, but the effect is good. Many people can sit in the shop for a day just for this cool breath, and they can't spend more money to buy food and drink.

She went in to change her clothes and came out to work, and just wanted to dispose of some leftovers, a wind master greeted her: "Miss, come back from the next duty, rest first." Let me do this first. "These windmasters are homeless and jobless idlers in the city. In the summer, he fanned rich customers in the tea shop, and was nicknamed "Fengshi". Guests will leave them a small amount of money or kindly order them a cheap meal.

There are a few fixed people who come to Anjia to look for work, and everyone is familiar with them. This wind master is a foreigner from the south, named Jiang Acai, he came to the capital for a while and did not find a job, so he first became a wind master to fill his stomach, and it is easy to heat stroke on a hot day, and the tea shop is cool, he plans to wait until autumn to go to the dock to see if there is work.

"What's new today?" An Ying was not polite, he was really tired this day, so he sat aside and rested, and listened to some gossip by the way, these wind masters are the distribution center of gossip information in the city. They naturally listen to a lot of news, and they will tell the news, and even spread the news.

"The eldest lady must have more news than us in the Criminal Department." Jiang Acai said while cleaning up, "What I talk about the most now is the death of Cheng Shilang and the death of Qi Guogong. It is rumored that both of them were killed by the enemy's meticulous work. ”

Another wind master named Cao Meng, he took the remaining half bowl of noodles from the guests, hid in the corner and ate, and raised his head when he heard it: "Is it the waiter of the Ministry of Rites?" I used to work in Cheng Shilang's mansion. ”

Jiang Acai and the guys in the shop all stopped what they were doing, and Jiang Acai said with a smile: "Yo, you are still working as a wind master in Cheng Shilang's mansion?" That's remarkable. Cheng Shilang will also give you half a bowl of rice. Hahahaha"

Cao Meng was not angry, and ate noodles by himself.

An Ying was a little surprised and asked, "Are you really doing things in Cheng Shilang's mansion?" What are you doing? ”

Cao Meng saw An Ying's seriousness, so he replied: "I turned out to be a painter. Originally, it was to accompany Cheng Shilang to paint. Cheng Shilang is obsessed with painting, but his skills are average. ”

"Yo, you can still comment on Cheng Shilang's painting skills, just like you. You don't even know how to hold a pen, do you? Jiang Acai saw that An Ying listened carefully, and couldn't help but stab Cao Meng a few words.

Cao Meng ignored Jiang Acai at all, and continued: "I am the Shilang Mansion that Yongkang entered in the fifteenth year, and I have been in the mansion for three years. In the past three years, I have eaten and lived in Chengfu, so the eldest lady can naturally go to investigate. ”

An Ying nodded, thinking that this really can't be bragging, otherwise you will know it when you check it.

"Then why didn't you do it later?" An Ying was curious, no matter what, a painter in the Shilang's Mansion would not be reduced to being a master of a tea shop.

Cao Meng sighed, "In addition to me, there are three painters who have been in the Shilang Mansion for three years. I was staying well, but I don't know why suddenly in the summer of the eighteenth year of Yongkang, Cheng Shilang was so angry at a few of us. scolded us for not being grateful, but secretly spying on his privacy, which harmed him a lot. ”

"Then do you know who it is, what secrets are being spied on him?" An Ying asked

Cao Meng shook his head, "I don't know anything. Then Cheng Shilang not only kicked a few of us out of the mansion, but also forbade other art galleries to recruit us. Gradually, I lost my livelihood, but I was good at drawing people, and I often painted some Menshen New Year paintings to make a living. It wasn't until the winter of the twentieth year of Yongkang that I was beaten with my head covered, and the group of people seemed to know that it was a painter, so they put a force on my right hand......"

An Ying also sighed, this kind of thing is also difficult to deal with by the official, basically he has suffered this dumb loss, but for Cao Meng, this loss is basically his life, but why did Cheng Shilang take revenge on a few painters?

Jiang Acai, who was still a little jealous of Cao Meng and An Ying's conversation, easily remembered some of the gossip he heard, "Miss An Jia, I used to beg for food in the Chengdong Sect Division. Cheng Shilang is a frequent visitor there. ”

An Ying simply asked the back kitchen to steam a large pot of meat steamed buns, scooped a few large bowls of rice soup, and called a few wind masters to the back yard to eat and chat.

"Hehe, the eldest lady is really a good person." Jiang Acai hadn't eaten such a good meal for a long time, and rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Cheng Shilang wasn't a squire before, what is it, it seems to be a deputy commander or something. At that time, I often went to the Workshop Division. ”

"Then Mrs. Cheng didn't make a fuss? In the past, several officials visited the teaching department, but they asked the wife of the family to clean up. ”

Jiang Acai ate four large meat buns in one go, wiped the oil on his mouth, drank a mouthful of rice soup and smoothed it out, before he said mysteriously to An Yingshen: "I used to beg for food at the back door of the Teaching Workshop Division, and I squatted behind every day, and I could hear a lot of news. Cheng Shilang likes to order the red Xiaoer there. Hey, Hong Xiao'er is not the top brand of the Teaching Division, but she is good at drawing. ”

An Ying thought it was funny, and even had to find a prostitute who could draw, how much Lord Cheng loved to paint.

"The weak willow of the red Xiao'er supports the wind, and he has to take a breath every step he takes. Tell me what kind of paper beauty is playing, and it will fall apart after tossing it. Jiang Acai felt that he was a little rude, and scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Miss, you are used to coarse words, please forgive me." ”

An Ying waved his hand disapprovingly, letting him continue.

Later, Master Cheng hired a few prostitutes one after another, all of whom had the same style as Hong Xiao'er, small and small. The turtle of the Teaching Workshop Division laughed behind his back, and Lord Cheng liked the little beauty with a few taels of meat. Hey, hey, hey."

An Ying couldn't help but think of Mrs. Cheng, who was like a door god.

A few guys next to him and the wind master interjected: "I heard that Mrs. Cheng is behind the door, why haven't you heard that there is trouble?" ”

"Well, when you say that, I really remember one thing." Jiang Acai said mysteriously: "This thing is true, I didn't hear what those turtles said, I heard it with my own ears." ”

The others held their breath and listened to him say: "I was sleeping under their back kitchen, and I heard a woman crying and saying, You negative man, you married a noble lady in the capital and forgot about my bad wife." I'm going to go to the capital government to report and see if there is justice in this world. ”

Then a man said, "I can't help it." Take the money and find a place to live. Then the woman ran away crying.

Everyone inhaled and said, "Who is that man?" Could it be Cheng Shilang? ”

Jiang Acai said: "Hey, I haven't seen the process waiter, and I haven't listened to the process waiter, how do I know." ”

Everyone sighed, "You old man with a hanging appetite, you have nothing for a long time." ”

Jiang Acai raised his eyebrows slightly proudly: "Listen to me." I don't know Cheng Shilang, but I know Hong Xiao'er. ”

The guy on the side snorted, "You are a beggar begging for food, and you still know Hong Xiao'er, you lied to the ghost." ”

Jiang Acai scratched his head and smiled, "I don't know Hong Xiao'er, but I've heard Hong Xiao'er's voice." ”

"I've also worked as a wind teacher in the Workshop Division. I once fell asleep in a room with ice, and then I heard a voice next door, hey, it's not what you think. is to speak, the old bustard Qin Niang is training Hong Xiao'er, and Hong Xiao'er responds while crying. ”

"Okay, what does that have to do with that man." The guy is impatient with Jiang Acai's betrayal.

"Then a man came into Hongxiao'er's room, and his voice was exactly the same as the voice of the negative man I heard in the back kitchen. So that negative man is Cheng Shilang. Jiang Ah looked around proudly.

An Ying hurriedly asked, "Did Hong Xiao'er call him Cheng Shilang?" ”

Jiang Ah thought for a long time, "It should be." At that time, it was the time when Hong Xiaoer was chartered by Cheng Shilang. Except for Cheng Shilang, he does not accept other guests. ”

Everyone sighed, "I didn't expect the waiter of the hall to be a negative man." Hey, it's the same story as in the book. ”

The young man listened with relish, "Yes, yes, this is also being performed in the tea shop for the past two days." The negative heart Lang is treacherous, and the little peach is looking for a husband for thousands of miles. ”