It was not early, and in the afternoon the weather began to turn cloudy, and thick clouds accumulated.

Lord Guo glanced at the sky, "Oh, today I promised my wife to go back early." Today's youngest daughter has a birthday. At this time, it will be too late for the person to be arrested and retried, and it will be easier to be tried tomorrow morning. ”

An Ying was still waiting to sort out the confessions, and when she was ready to leave, the rain that had accumulated for a long time was poured down from the sky like this.

An Ying, who didn't bring an umbrella, stood at the door a little worried.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on her head, and she looked to the side, where Yun Pingshi was standing on the side with a black oil umbrella.

"Yun Comment, do you have an umbrella?"

"yes, you don't have an umbrella?"

"Uh, yes. That ......" An Ying looked at Yun Pingshi, who was standing in the heavy rain with a black umbrella, thinking that Cao Niangzi's vision in the dining hall was indeed good. "In such heavy rain, you will get wet when you go back with an umbrella, right?"

"My family has a car to pick me up." Yun Pan glanced at her.

Oh, yes, An Ying thought in his heart, I'm a turtle, I forgot that he was the eldest son of the Yun family!

"Can you lend me an umbrella? You have a car to sit in. ”

"Oh, no. You also have to hold an umbrella when you get on the bus. Besides, you have to get wet when you go back with an umbrella. My family's carriage is coming. I'll go first. Yun Pan held his umbrella, got into Yun's carriage, and left.

An Ying was speechless, no matter how the scumbag princess could survive back then, she should have let the emperor cut it.

At this time, there was another shadow overhead.

"Ah, Master Su, are you going back too? It's raining too hard today, do you have a car to pick you up? ”

Su Huangzhe nodded and glanced back at her, "You didn't bring an umbrella?" ”

An Ying forgot what Su Huangzhe's family was from, anyway, they are all big families and have cars!

"If you don't have an umbrella, you'll be late, it's raining too much. If you get wet, you will get sick. Su Huangzhe boarded his carriage and left.

If you're sick, you can't work. If you leave later, you can work for a while.

An Ying instantly grasped the point of Master Su's speech.

Okay, An Ying is going to go to the canteen to eat casually first, and then go home when the rain is a little lighter. turned around and met Xiao Yi, who was dressed in a cloth.

Xiao Yi was surprised: "Why are you going back?" ”

"I didn't bring an umbrella. Have dinner before leaving. ”

"Why don't you bring an umbrella this weather? There's nothing left in the canteen. Xiao Yi, who was wearing a robe, rushed into the rain all of a sudden and left.

Why do they all know it will rain on days when there is no weather forecast?

There was really nothing to eat in the canteen, only hard steamed cakes.

An Ying asked for a bowl of hot water and sat at the table to nibble on steamed cakes.

"Hey, Miss Ann. You didn't go back so late? ”

An Ying looked up and saw that it was his old friend Yang Ye.

"Ah, Young Master Yang, long time no see. It's not raining heavily, so I'll have a meal first and go back when the rain is lighter. Are you too? ”

Yang Ye also nibbled on steamed cakes, "When I was working in the Criminal Department, I always ate dinner before leaving, unless someone invited me to eat outside." Do you have an umbrella? ”

An Ying nodded.

"Nowadays, umbrellas are getting more and more expensive, and the Wangjia oil umbrella on Mashi Street has cost half a penny, but the quality is really good. Hey, by the way, I know there's a place where you can sell clothes for a bargain. I'll take you to buy it later. Let's buy together, and it can be cheaper to buy two sets, fifteen coppers. ”

Eh, An Ying swallowed the steamed cake with difficulty and said, "I don't have an umbrella, I don't mean I don't have an umbrella, it's not that I don't have an umbrella." ”

"You don't bring an umbrella on a day like this? Tease me. What's embarrassing with me, everyone is poor. Yang Ye waved his hand, "Really, you consider buying that robe, practical and cheap." ”

Can everyone here predict the weather? It's a sunny morning sky, why does everyone know it's going to rain?

An Ying was speechless.

"I know you girls don't look good. Seriously, it's much more useful to keep out the rain than an oil umbrella. Yang Ye ate the third steamed cake, "My sister too, clamoring to buy an oil umbrella, I think the clothes are too ugly." It doesn't make sense. ”

Big brother, that's not the point. I really didn't know it was going to rain, and I had an umbrella. I can't afford a car, but I can still afford an umbrella.

An Ying looks up to the sky.

"Okay, it's going to be dark, and if you wait any longer, you'll have to stay up until tomorrow, and your dad should be in a hurry. I'll send you back. Yang Ye said to An Ying after eating the last piece of steamed cake in the dining hall with the big eyes of Cao Niangzi.

"Aren't you wearing a cloak of scarf? How to send me? ”

Yang Ye smiled smugly and took out an oil-paper umbrella with a red handle.

"You're in luck. I went to the umbrella shop this morning to buy it and gave it to my sister. Yang Ye himself put on a robe.

An Ying took the umbrella in surprise, and the two walked slowly in the rain.

"You're so nice to your sister. It's not easy for you to save money now, just wait until you finish the Jinshi exam. An Ying said.

The rain has become lighter, and there is no steam from the first rain, only a cool show.

"Well, maybe. If you are admitted to the Jinshi, you have to wait for the award. Conferring officials is also a skillful job. If you are sent to a poor country, it will be difficult. Yang Ye looked up at the sky, "But the days are always getting better and better." Think about the poor way you just came, now you are all high-level adults in the Criminal Department. ”

"Hey, forget about others, you still make fun of me, but you still have a great future, I will probably be old from the position of the eighth grade. If you are developed in the future, remember to carry me. ”

The two laughed and arrived at the door of An Ying's house. An Ying returned the umbrella to Yang Ye, covered his head and rushed into the house. Yang Ye put away the umbrella with a smile and went home whistling.

The family's dinner was brought back from the tea shop, a few flax cakes, and some fried fish, fried sausages, and some vegetables.

An Tong and An Lan both flipped through their books while eating.

An Ying angrily pulled away the books in their hands, "Eat well, read books while eating, what is it like." ”

An Lan and An Tong reluctantly put down the book, An Tong ate fried fish, and said: "Sister, I borrowed this book from my classmates, I have to read it tonight, and I have to return it tomorrow." Said well, one person a day. ”

An Lan also took a big bite of the cake and said, "Sister, I want to see it too." Our academy is also watching. Renting a book for a copper a day, I rubbed my brother's book. ”

An Ying curiously flipped through the book and looked at the cover of "The Story of Peach", "This is "The Story of Peach", I went to the Mansion of the Duke of Qi today, and they invited a hundred opera workshops to perform this miscellaneous play. I heard that people are watching this now? Why don't we ask someone in the tea shop to play this? ”

An Tong ate quickly, his cheeks bulging, "Sister, you are too bad in the market." Do you know how hard this is? ”

An Ying asked curiously, "Isn't it okay to invite some small theaters?" The people in our shop are ordinary people, and we don't need famous characters. ”

"Hey, it seems that Sister doesn't understand the market. I'll say. An Lan finished eating, took a handkerchief and wiped her mouth carefully, ""Peach Red Story" is a book written by Qingluan Gongzi, and Chengbitang will publish new books every day, and the books will be published to the tenth issue. Every morning, there is a long queue at the door of Chengbi Hall to buy a book. We're only in the ninth issue, and the latest one has to wait for my brother and classmates to finish reading it. ”

An Ying was shocked, the book of feelings is still being serialized.

She lowered her head and flipped through the book, oh my god, this update speed is scary.

"Although the script is not finished, there are already miscellaneous dramas. I heard that the repertoire of the Hundred Opera Workshop was written and rehearsed by Qingluan Gongzi himself. Ordinary people can't afford it. An Tong was like an adult, sighing as he spoke.

An Lan grabbed the book in An Ying's hand, "Sister, I'll take it and read it first." ”

Before An Ying could speak, An Lan ran back to the room.

When Yang Ye returned home, Yang Yuan ran to see the umbrella in Yang Ye's hand, happily took it and opened it, and suddenly collapsed his face again, "Brother, this umbrella has been used, and the umbrella surface is wet." ”

Yang Ye replied: "It rained so heavily, I held on for a while on the way back." What does it matter if the umbrella is used for a while. ”

Yang Yuan pouted: "You're wearing a robe, why do you want to hold an umbrella?" ”