Walking into the Red Mansion starts from the maid

Zhao Lu would not meddle in the Qi Fang family's nieces and nephews.

Therefore, Qi Fang sighed over and over again that Jia's good land could not be taken out for a long time, but Zhao Lu still held back. Forget it, it was safer to go back and ask Qingwen.

There is no airtight wall in the world, and there are several masters in the Jia Mansion who are quite petty. What if they feel unhappy and cause trouble to others.

By the time she and Qi Fang returned to the government office to collect stamps and go through the formalities, Mrs. Hu had obviously finished her own affairs.

Mrs. Hu was an old-fashioned and warm-hearted person. Anyone who fell in her eyes would tear her heart out, but Zhao Lu couldn't stand it because of his enthusiasm.Seeing someone waiting at the door, she stepped forward with a smile and said, "Didn't we agree to meet at the vegetable market? Why did you come so far?"

It takes five or six miles to walk from Yushu Hutong to Hubu Yamen.

"I wanted to wait for you at the gate of the city, but I was afraid of missing it. Our family has never dealt with buying land. Today, I met an old neighbor who showed you the yard. It was only when we talked about it that we learned about many ways. What? When is the time to rent it out? Is there anyone available?"

How could it be rented out? Zhao Lu was determined to build an industrial demonstration park and had no intention of renting it out at all!
"The autumn harvest has just finished, and when I went there, there were people picking ears of grain in the fields. I just had some thoughts. I'll wait and see."

Mrs. Hu nodded thoughtfully. Her family almost fled with her whole family. Now she is satisfied with having a stable yard to live in. She has no money left to buy property.It is precisely because of this that the couple decided to work steadily in Taiyuan Hospital after discussion.

I saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl behind Mrs. Hu who was hesitantly stepping on her left foot and right foot when she saw Zhao Lu, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

"She is?"

The girl's clothes were ragged, and her hands and feet looked freshly washed, but she had no shoes on her feet, and gray-yellow dirt clung to her bare feet, adding to her embarrassment.

"Quick! Your boss, kowtow to her, and you will be hers from now on." Mrs. Hu turned to look at her, urging with a smile.

Before Zhao Lu could raise his hand, he saw the girl bend her knees and hit the ground with a thud. Everyone else felt pain for her when they saw her.Zhao Lu was stunned, God, there is such an honest girl in the world.

"No, no, no, no, don't kneel, get up quickly, what's going on?" Zhao Lu hurriedly pulled her up and looked at Rong's long face, thin body, withered yellow hair in a bun, and the clothes on her body were indistinguishable. He showed his original color and was a real poor person, comparable to the refugees outside the city.

She didn't need to ask, Mrs. Hu explained herself, "It turns out that this girl was recognized by your Uncle Hu when he was in the hospital. She is the daughter-in-law of the Chen family in Dongguo Village, years ago..."

As she was talking, Mrs. Hu suddenly leaned into Zhao Lu's ear, "Her husband drowned while fighting floods last year, and her child couldn't be saved. Oh, you evildoer. The Chen family is not a thing. They said she would die..." Hey, well, well, tell me why I’m telling you this!”

So he pushed the girl in front of Zhao Lu and said, "I'm pretty good at cooking. If you don't want to go to my place to eat, she will cook for you from now on."

With that said, she stuffed a piece of body deed into Zhao Lu's hand. It felt so weird. It took her five years to break free from the shackles of this piece of paper. Now, the same piece of light paper has trapped another person's life. Jingren couldn't help but ask, "Death contract? Is she willing?"

"It is said that she is willing. After all, if you don't accept her words, then the Chen family is afraid that she will be dipped in a pig cage." Mrs. Hu said leisurely. Of course, the pig cage dip was to fool Xiao Liu'er, but marrying her brother-in-law and eldest brother-in-law and so on. , probably can’t run away.

After all, who cares about the personal wishes of a purchased daughter-in-law.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hu couldn't help feeling cold, feeling that she had done a great good thing, "Don't worry, your Uncle Hu has seen it, he is indeed mute, and he will not take your story out to others. "

No wonder he didn't say a word to her for such a long time, with only a pair of eyes darting around the two of them, with a kind of dull longing and fear, as if Zhao Lu would die if he didn't want her.

Zhao Lu helped her. She really hadn't thought about buying herself a servant or something.Although she knew that officials would give servants to each other, there was a hint of peach in them. Now that Mrs. Hu really gave her a servant, all she wanted was: "How much?"

How kind of a person it is to have only one thought in your head.

"How much does it cost?" Mrs. Hu began to act stupid, obviously not intending to let Zhao Lu pay the money.

Although Hu Junrong said that finding a daughter-in-law should not only depend on her own wishes, but also the wishes of the other party, she felt that she could still work harder, just in case.

So they were extremely eager, and the three of them returned home.

Fortunately, the yard Zhao San bought had five rooms, large and small, and it would be easy to free up the wing room to sleep alone.

Thinking about the time when I entered the Rongguo Mansion, I was turned over and over again with such anxiety, for fear that parasites would be brought to Jin Gui's master's house.

At present, there was no time to prepare the anthelmintic medicine, so they could only boil a large pot of moxa leaf water, mix it with the alkaline water extracted from plant ash, and rub their heads over and over again. The lice removed from the grate were soaked and rolled in the water. The two of them stared curiously at the lice as they died. , just in the girl’s embarrassed eyes.

cough cough.

Zhao Lu had been running around for eight acres of land for most of the day, and the excitement of buying a property had never passed. The consequence of the continuous high spirit was that after cleaning up the girl's personal hygiene, he heard a series of bowel sounds and loud gurgling sounds. .

"..."

It's okay, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed.

Zhao Lu looked at Mrs. Hu and the girl nonchalantly: "What do you call this sister? Let's have hot and sour noodles for lunch? Can I clean up your place for you after eating?"

Zhao Lu saw her eyes light up for a moment and then dimmed again. He just nodded vigorously and got up to boil water before her hair was dry.

The shrunken back showed loneliness, and even Mrs. Hu couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know what her last name is. The Chen family said that her mother-in-law is a refugee, and they can't find anyone for a long time. Her man is the second oldest, and everyone around her Just call her second mother."

Unfortunately, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, she might not have graduated from high school yet.

Zhao Lu's eyes never strayed from her. All he could think about was how much it would cost to feed such a big person a year. Did he have to pay some wages?Sure enough, she was not destined to be wealthy and could not handle the sudden appearance of a 'servant' in her life.

Especially when she mentioned Erniang, the girl trembled. She was obviously afraid of this title, a mute servant who might have psychological trauma... Zhao Lu sighed again.

She sighed more frequently today than in the past year. She couldn't sigh anymore because it would hurt her liver, so she got up and went into the house with a pot of soaked sweet potato vermicelli that turned gray.

Coincidentally, her letter was sent out half a month ago. Just when she was wondering whether Zhao San had received the letter, she suddenly received a letter belonging to Zhao San from the escort agency.The letter contained only a few words, but the package was bulging. When I opened it, I realized it was a large package of corn seeds and sweet potato vermicelli.

Zhao Lu didn't think about it. He only thought about how fast the ancient inns were. It only took more than half a month to go back and forth between the capital and Jinling. He thought he was lucky enough to catch an official ship.

"What kind of hot and sour rice noodles is it?"

There was no way to explain this to Mrs. Hu. With doubts, the whole yard was filled with the burnt aroma of spicy food mixed with the sour aroma of mature vinegar, which made the three of them eat happily.

"It's delicious!" Mrs. Hu was sweating while eating, but she was very interested. She loved eating sour food, but she didn't know that hot sour food was more delicious. "With your skills, you can open a food shop."

Throughout the ages, when it comes to praising the deliciousness of a person's cooking, the highest level of praise is that you can open a restaurant.Zhao Lu laughed so hard that he said yes, he could set up a stall in front of his house during his vacation. Anyway, we lived near the street, so we didn't have to rent a separate stall.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Mrs. Hu squinted her eyes and thought about the possibilities, and unknowingly drank all the soup in the bowl.

Erniang couldn't help but turn her back and lick the edge of the bowl.

Zhao Lunu pursed his lips and wanted to add another bowl, but thinking that he had made two meals for one person in the morning, there really was nothing ready to add another bowl.

However, the new vermicelli has been soaked, and it will be filled when we have another meal in the evening, so Zhao Lu asked calmly: "The name Erniang is not good, how about we change it?"

Mental illness means staying away from all sources of stimulation. If the name makes her feel uneasy, then change her name.

"Yeah." Er Niang didn't dare to sit on the chair. She squatted on the ground and stacked Mrs. Hu's empty bowl with her own. She turned around and rinsed the bowl and put it aside. She stared at Zhao Lu eagerly, obviously waiting. The last bowl in her hand.

Zhao Lu was so stared at by her that it would be rude to eat any more, so he handed over half a bowl of soup. Just as he was about to throw it away, he saw his second mother picked up the bowl and stood up, and drank it all with a faint slurp. A look of disgust.

"Eh..." Zhao Lu was worried, thinking that if his heart ailments were cured, his body's problems would also be cured. It was too rude.

Er Niang cherishes food very much. Not to mention that when her family was in exile, she was hungry for nine meals in three days. Even after she got married, she never lived a good life for a few days.

When farming is busy, brown rice with rice bran is added with beans, sorghum and mixed vegetables, and it can be stewed in a pot. It is already the best day.But if there was no such good food left by the Chen family, she wouldn't be able to eat it.

What I ate the most was adding a ladle of water to the stew pot, digging out the remaining rice particles on the steamer, adding wild vegetables, and living in a muddle day after day.

She smiled flatteringly at the two of them, her mouth opened but no words came out.

Zhao Lu was inexplicably sad, but he asked Mrs. Hu to slap her thigh and shouted: "Yes!"

"Scared me!" The two of them trembled, and Er Niang hurriedly turned around and picked up a broom and began to clean the yard. When she saw a few red jujubes scattered on the jujube tree, hidden in the yellow leaves like lanterns, Erniang suddenly stood still under the tree.

Zhao Lu asked her to knock it down with a pole and eat it. At the beginning of the year, he ordered people to loot the jujube trees. There were only a few crooked melons and cracked jujubes left on the jujube trees. She didn't even notice that it was already the ripe jujube season.

Mrs. Hu pulled her and said that she wanted to start a joint venture in the hot and sour rice noodle stall business. "If you want to be on duty on weekdays, then you will provide the recipe and I will contribute, and we will split the money [-]-[-]."

Seeing Zhao Lu's complicated expression, Mrs. Hu reluctantly gave in: "Four six, I'll be four and you'll be six."

There was a rustling knocking sound from the jujube tree, and Mrs. Hu said tremblingly: "You can hire me."

She had a silly son who couldn't rest assured when he wanted to go out and do anything. The first time he was detained in Jia Mansion, her heart was almost broken, and she secretly made up her mind never to do such laborious things again.

It is better to make less money and take care of your own heart.

"Auntie, do you have experience in opening a store?"

"No."

"Do you have any experience in settling accounts?"

"No, but who still doesn't understand small accounts? Let's learn now!"

Mrs. Hu vowed to set up a pot stall at the door. A steaming bowl of hot and sour noodles in winter would definitely be popular. She even saw herself counting the money.

"If Auntie wants to do it, I'll take [-]% of the profit. The recipe doesn't have any technical content, so I'll give it to you." Zhao Lu thought to himself, people in the capital are very particular, and most people won't eat sweet potatoes. If he knew that this vermicelli is made from sweet potato powder, I'm afraid it's time to gossip.

"W-how does this happen?"

"Auntie, you can take care of it yourself. I definitely don't have time to set up a stall with you for the time being." A sample of the bicycle has been sent to Baoyu by Qingwen. He is the most playful person and will definitely let all the young masters know about it. , there will be business no matter what.

"By the way, I'm going to buy a mattress set." He said, pointing to Erniang on the jujube tree, "In two months, the weather will get colder and the price will become more expensive."

There weren't many people brought out from Jia's house. After all, there were so many people watching eagerly that she wouldn't be allowed to take more.Now if she were to give out another set, she would not have enough to change.

Half a piece of Songjiang cotton is expensive but durable, just right for making clothes for Er Niang.

That’s what’s great about Beijing. Life is extremely comfortable. In this era, there is already a complete home delivery service, and the threshold for delivery is extremely low.

For example, her order cost only three coins, so she left the delivery address with a smile, and then hesitantly went out.

Doing business is also difficult. Not only do you have to be good, but you also have to be able to take advantage of the situation.

When it was dark, Zhao Lu rode her bicycle out of the carpenter's shop and looked at the sparse streets. She felt a little scared. It would be great if she could only grow up a little bit. With such a small body that she had deliberately cultivated, she would have to grow up when she grew up. It is first-class solid.

"Taking care of two street gangsters is not a problem." She hummed softly to encourage herself.

The weather in autumn is so unpredictable that it can change at any time. It may be sunny when you arrive, but it will rain heavily before you get home.

She and her car and people were leaning under the eaves next to the restaurant. Seeing that there was no one around and it was a bit dark, she took out Zhao San's bone-cutting knife from the space, took a look at it, and then put it back.

Ironware is expensive, and knives and guns are not something you can just buy if you want, so she always keeps the kitchen knives on her body for self-defense when going out.

Secondly, I am afraid of being stolen.

Although the old lady next door collected ten kilograms of sorghum and promised to help look after the house when she was away, it was better to rely on herself than on anyone else, not to mention that she was used to relying on herself.

When the kitchen knife was put back into the space, the place where it had been was now lying on top of the brocade box that Jia Mu rewarded. Hiss... it seemed like there was a space as big as a palm.

"Uncle Lai, please respect yourself!" A clear voice stopped him from immersing himself in the fiddle. Otherwise, the voice was too familiar, it belonged to Qixi.

It was definitely Qixie's. She looked around for the source of the sound. Why did she come out if she didn't stay in Jia's house during such heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)