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Chapter 190: Roll my eyes (first update)
Xian Jin squinted his eyes and quickly read the list again. From the east wing, the mother-in-law and the little girl were chatting and laughing together in a low voice, which made Xian Jin startled. He quickly hid the cowhide bag and list under the sheets, and looked back warily!
no one!

Xian Jin took a long breath and called loudly, "Suo'er! Suo'er!"

Friend Wang Sansuo immediately poked his fat black head out from among the flowers, holding a large paper box of white sugar cornflowers, his mouth stuffed full, "What!"

"Did anyone come here just now?" Xian Jin asked urgently.

Suo'er thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, Zhang Ma came here to ask if you would like tofu, fruit and Houttuynia cordata as a snack for dinner? I think the smell is too strong, so I don't want it."

Xianjin didn't have time to investigate why Zhang's mother arranged such a heavy midnight snack for her, so she could only purse her lips tightly and nod randomly.

After the lock was gone, Xianjin closed the doors and windows, and even blocked the papered window lattice with a flower pot, then he took out the cowhide bag and the list, and after thinking about it, he took a half-person-high camphor wood box out of the bed. After pulling out the bottom and taking out several small boxes, the last long, narrow wooden box was revealed.

There is also a small copper lock on this wooden box.

Xian Jin took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, opened the wooden box, took out a well-rolled long scroll, and unfolded it bit by bit while holding his breath.

It was the "On the Great Way of Business" signed by Baoyuan.

The article that Master Qiao showed her for the first time.

Xianjin knelt in front of the bed, placed the list and the scroll side by side, and nervously compared the brushstrokes, strokes and writing.

After a long time, Xian Jincai raised his head with a sour nose but couldn't help smiling.

It's Qiao Hui's handwriting!

The tip of the pen is sharp, the stroke is elongated, the stroke is casual, and the stroke is finished neatly.

Baoyuan, Qiao Hui, Qiao Dashangming, Qiao Jieyuan are still alive!

Even now in Xuancheng Mansion!

Xianjin's eyes were filled with tears. He suddenly remembered something, put the two scrolls in the wooden box and put them away, turned around and ran towards the west wing of Yiyuan.

Three or four candles have been extinguished in the west wing, and the whole room is covered with water. Little Fatty Baozhu Huahua is sitting in front of the bronze mirror with wet hair, yawning muffledly. Behind her, Xiaoyan and Dayan are holding fluffy and soft gauze. The towel is wiping her hair.

The little chubby Huahua's eyes shone brightly when she saw her, "Sister!" As soon as she finished speaking, her head arched up.

Her wet hair rubbed against her golden gown, and there was a light fragrance of gardenia.

Xianjin smiled and took the gauze scarf from Xiaoyan's hand, indicating that they could go to rest. He pulled up a stool and sat behind Baozhu, and helped the little girl dry her hair seriously, "Why can't you afford the charcoal? It's so late. , dry it by the charcoal fire, your hair will dry quickly, and you can sleep better."

Bao Zhu raised his face comfortably and squinted his eyes, "Everyone hasn't used charcoal yet."

Charcoal fire is actually not a rare thing.At the end of October and the beginning of November, Xuancheng Mansion gradually turned cold. Last year, the Chen family only opened the charcoal account in mid-to-late November.

In the Qiao family, who cares when they start using charcoal at home?

It’s not just a sentence, you can use it if you want.

Xianjin's chest felt tight and he just said, "The Chen family is the Chen family, and you are you. Your charcoal money, hair oil money, soap, and even bamboo salt, clothing materials, tailoring, and embroidery... all did not come from the Chen family." Just use it as you please, my sister is so poor that she only has money left."

Little chubby Huahua covered her face with a big gauze scarf and laughed wildly.

Xian Jin continued to wipe the little girl's hair without hesitation, thinking a thousand times in his mind: Since Qiao Hui chose to walk over the eaves and walls into the inner courtyard of the Chen family to see his sister, he probably had something to do and was unwilling to reveal it to the public. Baozhu was hiding something in his heart. It doesn't matter, most likely Qiao Hui is here with Baozhu and has never shown his face.Xian Jin wanted to tell the little girl loudly: Your brother is still alive!Live well!

But
Xianjin took a deep breath and looked at the little girl's hair flowing down like a waterfall of black hair. Xianjin touched the top of Baozhu's head softly and lovingly, "Are you happy at the Chen family?"

Baozhu hugged the big gauze scarf, looked up at the oil lamp, and answered the question, "The old lady is very good to me. From time to time she asks me to come over to eat something good. Ask my dad, ask my brother, ask my uncle, ask me. My mother who died young——"

I mean, I just never asked what the orb was like.

Xian Jin was speechless and choked.

Mrs. Qu, through the little chubby girl, is taking a sneak peek at the life and class she has always longed for but has not yet achieved.

Xian Jin paused and took a comb to comb the little girl's hair from beginning to end. The tips of her hair were still dripping with water. Xian Jin turned around and told Suo'er, "You still have to go to the kitchen, make some charcoal and add two flowers." Dried gardenia flowers, dry them well before you can sleep."

Suo'er returned quickly.

The whole room was filled with a fragrance that lingered on the tip of the nose but could not be ignored.

Xian Jin's mood slowly calmed down with the fragrance, warmth and the mechanical repetition of combing his hair, "Su Ri, if you find it enjoyable, do it. If it makes you uncomfortable, let's not endure it - you are here The benefits to the Chen family outweigh the disadvantages. Although we should not be arrogant, we must remember not to feel like we are relying on others. When your brother comes back and Master Qiao is rehabilitated, there will be great benefits for the Chen family."

Little Fatty Huahuamu was stunned for a long time, then hesitantly whispered, "...Can they really come back?"

Xianjin said in a determined tone, "Yes! Why not?! What kind of figures your father and brother are, you must never forget them!"

The little chubby little fat girl grasped the corner of Xian Jin's clothes tightly with her paws, tilted her head back, and fell lovingly on Xian Jin's lap. She squinted her eyes and grabbed the hem of Xian Jin's clothes, like a nestling returning to the nest, and spoke in a loving tone. Nostalgic, "My sister and my father and brother are the same beautiful and outstanding people."

A hazy warm light rippled in the room.

Xianjin kept trimming Baozhu's hair, and from time to time he talked about the Mid-Autumn Festival lanterns and moon cakes a few days ago. The October sky entered the Longchuan River, and the rocks on both sides were covered with wet bark dried in the air, and some Zhang Ma Recently, there has been a resurgence in craftsmanship, and a little Houttuynia Cordata should be added to all dishes.
Baozhu felt sleepy, and Xianjin returned to the room quietly.

This night, I slept extremely well, without even turning over.

The next day, Xian Jin named Jiang Tuzi by name, "Qiqiqi——"

Qi Qiqi trotted forward.

"You will be my deputy." Xian Jin said directly.

Qi Qiqi said, "Huh?"

Tuesday Dog said, "Huh?" Then he raised his upper body with great sadness and anger, "You really think my left leg is injured!"

Xianjin frowned, "It has nothing to do with your left leg."

The innocently happy muscular man began to roar, "Then do you think I rolled my eyes at you?"

Xianjin:?You rolled your eyes at me?
This account will be settled later.

Xianjin shook his head patiently, "Not really."

"That must be because they think I'm illiterate!" Tuesday Dog said sadly, "In order to encourage you, I even painstakingly composed a quatrain!"

(End of this chapter)