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Chapter 43 The Letter I Received Suddenly
Early the next morning, Yang Zhiyuan went to the county government office in good spirits.

Now that he had surrendered at the county magistrate Fang's birthday banquet, and he had received the appreciation and suggestions from the county magistrate, he had to work hard and not lose face.

After Sanskrit sent his father away, he planned to tidy up the yard, but before he could do anything, there was a sound at the door.

It was Erpang and Liu An who came.

"Sister Huailiu!" Er Fatty was very cheerful and enthusiastic today, and before he even entered the door, he heard a loud voice shouting outside.

Sanskrit looked over with a smile, but opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

Not only did Liu An bring a few boxes full of daily food, but he also brought a little girl and two women...

"What's going on here?" Sanskrit asked standing at the door, Liu An didn't have time to explain to her, he just managed to move people inside.

Er Fatty walked over with a grin and said:

"Sister Huailiu, these are sent by my mother, and she also said that she would make some beautiful clothes for Sister Huailiu."

Er Fatty is young, and many things cannot be explained clearly. A woman came forward and saluted first, and then explained things clearly:
"...greetings to Miss Yang's family. The old servant's surname is Zhao. He has been working in Zhang's mansion since he got married. Mrs. Zhang sent someone to summon the old slave and Caiyun, that is, this little girl, and let the old slave In the future, I will follow the young master to help you with some chores, so that the young lady of the Yang family will not be too tired to teach the young master homework and take care of the housework."

Sanskrit looked at the colorful cloud, that is, at the age of eight or nine years old, it looks pretty delicate...

"Mrs. Zhang also ordered that the two old slaves come with the young master in the morning, and go back with the young master at night. They only help you during the day. You don't have to prepare a residence for the two old slaves." Mrs. Zhao said, leading the back A woman came forward:
"This is the embroiderer of 'Liangxiu Zhuang'. Madam sent an old slave to invite her early in the morning."

"I've heard of Ms. Yang's name a long time ago, and I'm really surprised to meet you today, and it's also an honor for my family." The woman's greetings for the first time made Sanskrit's mouth twitch, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Then please lift yourself up so that the servant can measure your body, and you also need to know the size of my master..."

Sanskrit didn't slow down for a long while in a daze, and the embroiderer had already measured her up and down.

There was a wry smile on his face, Sanskrit was a little helpless, Er Fatty was joking aside, and Liu An kept baring his teeth in joy without closing his mouth.

This was the first time I saw Miss Yang being instigated to be stunned and unable to speak, and the embroidered lady never stopped talking from the beginning to the end.

Whether it's flattery or sweet talk, people can make everything fall to the ground... This is also a skill!
Fanyin sighed, and Xiu Niang asked Yang Zhiyuan's clothes and figure, "I will wait for Master Yang to come back and then measure him. I will return it for now, and I won't bother Miss Yang here, but I don't know when the master will return? Nujia Also came early and waited..."

"You don't have to wait. There are clothes that fit my father at home. You can make them in that size." Fanyin didn't want to see her again at night, because even she couldn't stand the tenderness in this woman's eyes. Come back tonight to meet...

"The size is really suitable?" Xiu Niang was a little worried.

Sanskrit quickly replied, "It fits, absolutely fits!"

"The size of the sleeves is not short?"

"no!"

"Won't the waist size lose weight?"

"will not!"

"Is the length of the placket just above the feet?"

"Just right!"

"Among the embroidered villages in Qingcheng County, my family is not only the most accurate in size, but it can also be ranked among the top five. It is better to wait for Lord Master Yang in person. Otherwise, it is not that my family is negligent and has failed the county captain. A wish with Mrs. Zhang?" Xiu Niang still insisted.

Sanskrit looked at her, and said seriously: "I said that it fits well, Mama Zhao, please go into the house and take out the clothes from the third compartment in the cabinet on the left. It's my father's favorite outfit, so I'll ask Mrs. Just follow the measuring stick," she said, then turned to look at Er Pang, "Don't waste time, come study with me."

Before Er Pang's smile could subside, Fanyin dragged him into the room by his collar.

It was a bit embarrassing for Xiuniang to be left in the same place, so Mrs. Zhao went directly into the house and took the clothes from the place pointed by the Sanskrit tone, without saying much, just three words: "Let's measure it."

After all, Mrs. Zhao is from the Zhang family, and she is also an experienced woman, Xiu Niang dared not open her mouth to refute, so she had to take out a ruler to measure the size and leave first.

Knowing that Xiuniang had left, Sanskrit left Erpang's words behind, she walked out of the room and talked with Mrs. Zhao in a corner.

"...It's Zhao's mother who got out of the siege. I haven't dealt with such a person before. I don't know what to do." The meaning of Sanskrit's words is obvious. She felt that the embroiderer just now had a lot of thoughts. Although it was only later that he realized it, he was really full of helplessness.

Mrs. Zhao was a little surprised that Sanskrit could see this clearly, and then said with a smile:

"She is a widow. The man joined the army and died in the early years. With this skill, she can't starve to death. She is notoriously broken-mouthed. Madam specially ordered her not to see Mr. Yang. It is the fault of this old servant." , Miss Yang didn't step forward to block her back just now, don't blame her."

After hearing these words, what else can't you understand in Sanskrit?
I'm afraid Mrs. Zhao didn't come forward just now, but she deliberately wanted to see what she would do, right?

But this is probably not Madam Zhang's order, but Zhang Xianwei's. Even the people who sent them to work are eight or nine-year-old maidservants and elderly women, not girls who are of the right age to serve men...

"In any case, I must thank Mrs. Zhang. I will come to the door some other day to express my thanks. Mother Zhao has to worry about family matters. I will definitely take care of Wen Gu. Please rest assured, Mr. County Captain and Mrs. Zhang."

Sanskrit made a promise, and Mrs. Zhao smiled even wider, "You don't know, the master and his wife were very happy when they went back last night. The young master got a lot of praise, and the master also promised to give the young master more monthly money. The beautiful young master didn't sleep all night. To be sure, even the servants like the old slave have also been rewarded, and it is all thanks to the master and Miss Yang."

"I said how he was listless when he was writing today. We should stop the limelight to prevent him from being too complacent. When I teach, you can praise and praise, and you can be happy, but when I punish you, you can't stop it." Seriously, that was also on her mind.

Both Erpang and Liu An are used to her style, Madam Zhang suddenly sent a maid, if she interferes with her style, it would be a bad thing!

"Miss Yang, you can rest assured that the old slave has been called to discipline by the master before coming here. If the young master is not good at schoolwork, even if you beat the young master, you will not allow the old slave and others to say anything more." Mrs. Zhao said so , couldn't help but waved his hand timidly, "The master always says one thing, think about it, how dare this old slave?"

Fanyin was surprised!
She didn't expect Zhang Xianwei to be so cruel to Er Pang. No wonder Mrs. Zhao and Caiyun looked for work everywhere when they came, and they were extra polite to her, probably because of Zhang Xianwei's words.

Although the rank of status is the most important these days, there are not a few philistines who praise the rich and trample on the poor. Even if Yang Zhiyuan is the magistrate of the county, looking at the small rented courtyard and the humble furnishings at home, you can tell that they are not rich people. How can servants from rich families be willing to do more menial work?
Moreover, Mrs. Zhao is very particular about her words and deeds. She is not just arbitrarily messing around with her. She must be able to do the work, and she must be able to know the inside and outside of the Yang family without annoying people. I am afraid that this was specially arranged by County Captain Zhang. .

This thought passed quickly in Sanskrit's mind, and after exchanging greetings with Mrs. Zhao and Caiyun, she went back to see Erpang.

Er Fatty has been in the limelight at the county magistrate's mansion yesterday, and after returning home and being praised a lot, she is always absent-minded today. She started looking around after writing two strokes. , tell me a story?"

"Have you finished writing?" Sanskrit walked over to take a look, and found that one third of the page was not completed.

Er Pang didn't care too much, "I want to hear stories more."

"Writing." Sanskrit refused very simply, "I'll talk about it after I finish writing."

"Can't I listen now? I'll write after listening?" Er Pang muttered, Fan Yin glared at him, Er Pang was startled, Liu An peeked at Fan Yin's face in a muffled voice, "Miss Yang..."

"Shut up!" Sanskrit did not turn around, still staring at Erpang.

"I'll write, can't I write?" Er Fatty clicked his lips, and although he agreed, he was obviously full of reluctance.

Fanyin paused, and said, "Do you know how Mama Zhao told me the order of the county captain?"

"Father? What did he say?" Mentioning Captain Zhang, Er Fatty shrank his neck a little. He was the person he was most afraid of.

Sanskrit's words were very calm, and he said slowly: "Lieutenant Zhang said that if you dare to fail in your studies and beat you up, he has no objection, let alone Mama Zhao's intervention. Do you want me to invite Mama Zhao to come in and give you a hand?" Tell me again?"

Er Fatty's eyes were as big as a cow's, and his legs felt weak even when he was sitting...

"Sister Huailiu, I will write, and I will definitely write seriously!" Er Fatty promised to pick up the pen, but because his heartbeat was so frightened, he wrote horizontally and curved twice, as if he had drawn a worm.

Sanskrit snorted coldly, he quickly changed a piece of paper and rewrote!
You are still young, you have to scare me!

Sanskrit stared at Erpang from afar, and also looked at Liu An. Liu An had already shrunk into a corner and started to learn how to read.

Regardless of whether he is really learning in his heart, as long as he knows that he is afraid, it is enough.

Sanskrit touched her bald head, why didn't it grow faster?
The lunch at noon was still made by Fanyin himself, because Zhao's mother made a dish at first, but Er Fatty strongly protested that her cooking was not delicious.

Since she was able to study steadily, Fanyin was also willing to cook a delicious meal to appease her, but before she could cook, she heard someone knocking on the door again, "Is Miss Yang here? The little one is from the Wu Mansion The servants I sent here are here to send you invitations!"

Wu Mansion?Sanskrit did not react at first, the surname Wu?Who could this be?I haven't heard from my father that I have to socialize and participate in who's birthday celebration?

Zhao's mother suddenly booed and reminded, "Could it be Wu Xiancheng's wife?"

Sanskrit could not help but frowned, Mrs. Wu?What is she sending invitations for?
(End of this chapter)