Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 68 Souvenirs

Fortunately, Shen Hui was good at her workmanship, she embroidered the patch like a flower, if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to find it.

The two stood in front of the red-lacquered gate, and even the two little stone lions beside them seemed to be laughing at their shabby clothes.

This is what Huo Lin thought in his heart. He felt a little inferior, squatting beside the stone lion and refused to get up again.

He turned to look at Shen Qing and found that she looked calm and natural.

The gatekeeper flew all the way into the main courtyard to report the news, but because he ran with his head down, he plunged into the courtyard and almost ran into a person.

"You're going to die! Why are you running? If you bump into the young master, see if you can save your life!" Hong Xiang was wearing a red dress today, his eyes were fiery, and his temper seemed to be even hotter.

"Yes, I'm sorry, the villain didn't mean it."

Servants can also be divided into high and low. Like him, he is just a rough envoy to guard the door, belonging to the lowest class, and usually he can't even get close to the son.

Although Hongxiang is a maidservant, she is a first-class servant girl who serves the young master closely. Now that the young master's back house does not have a mistress, she can be half of the master, and her status is extraordinary.

Bizhu held the tray and stood in the corridor, saying displeasedly: "Hongxiang, ask him what's the matter, please keep your voice down, the young master has just gone to bed."

Hongxiang asked him impatiently, "Tell me!"

"The younger ones don't look for the son, but the house manager."

Hong Xiang frowned even deeper, "If the young master does not leave the mansion, the house manager will naturally be in the front yard, don't you even know this?"

"Little crude benzene, don't be angry, sister, I'll go to the front yard right now."

When the doorman ran away, Bizhu scolded Hongxiang in a low voice, "He's just a doorman, you deserve to be angry with him!"

Hongxiang said angrily: "Sister, don't talk about me, you are not feeling happy either. The young master only ate two mouthfuls of rice at noon. He also said that the food cooked in the small kitchen is like pig food. Just looking at it makes you unappetizing. This, this What should we do!”

Bizhu sighed, "What can I do, I can only ask Xing'er to go to the town to ask to see which cook is good, and I don't hesitate to pay, as long as I am willing to try it, I can talk about it."

"It's easy to say, this small broken town is only a little big, and there is no good cook. If I knew it, I might as well write to Madam and ask the cook from the mansion to come and serve you, so as to save us from going to the house in a hurry."

"Let's talk about it!" Bizhu knew the master's temper well, she had tried it before, but the master ignored it, that meant she disagreed, and she dared not ask again.

In the front yard, after receiving the report from the boy, the house manager knew that Shen Qing was here and hurriedly asked him to bring the person in.

Shen Qing and Huo Lin were so bored waiting in the alley, what's worse, the sky became overcast and windy, and dark clouds came with the wind, and soon covered their heads.

Hollin wailed, "It's over, it's going to rain."

Shen Qing was also troubled, "The spring rain comes in waves, and it won't last long. Let's find a place to take shelter from the rain, and then go back when the rain stops."

Huo Lin asked: "Sister Qing, don't you still want to find your eldest cousin?"

"Well! It's not too late to go after the rain stops."

Just as he was talking, the door behind him opened, and the boy just kicked roughly and waved at them, "The room manager told you to come in."

"Let's go!" Shen Qing got up and patted the ashes on his buttocks.

Huo Lin also stood up, holding the bundle into his arms, like holding a baby.

The boy on the road was still curious about what he was holding in his arms.

Shen Qing smiled and said perfunctorily, "It's just some local specialties from home, brought to honor the house manager."

The servant looked at her again, and felt that she was full of femininity, "You look young, but you know how to give gifts and flatter your ass."

Shen Qing wasn't angry either, "Even a three-year-old kid knows that being sweet doesn't hurt you. My little brother, if you know how to flatter, you will definitely get a lot of rewards. Isn't it much better than simply earning money for a few months?" The little fellow stared She said, "How does my young master do things, and you, a country boy, need to teach you?"

Shen Qing stopped smiling and stopped flattering her. She didn't have any masochistic tendencies.

After walking for a while, the young man saw that she was silent and his face was a little cold. He also thought that she was looking for the house manager, so he didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore and didn't say anything.

When we arrived at the front yard, in a side hall on the side, we found the house manager.

"Girl, what good things did you bring me?"

Shen Qing was surprised, "You always know I'm a girl?"

Manager Fang stroked his smooth chin and said with a smile, "As long as you are not blind, how can you not recognize it?"

It can also be said that the craftsmanship of her men's clothing is too poor, or that she is too beautiful to look like a boy.

Shen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then next time I'll put some black charcoal on my face and draw a beard, maybe it will look like it."

The house manager was amused by her, so he stopped talking and stared straight at the things in Huolin's arms. "Open it quickly and let me take a look."

Shen Qing hurriedly signaled Huo Lin to put the burden on the table, and she stepped forward to open it, "There is nothing good, just the free-range roosters at home, which are killed and fried now, green peppers from this year, and fresh sweet potatoes, It’s cooked in one pot, I’m not good at it, and I covered it all the way, the color may not be that good, so you have to worry about it.”

Manager Fang came up and sniffed it vigorously, "It smells delicious, what is this?" He saw a bundle of green things tied with straw ropes beside him.

Shen Qingdao: "This is sweet potato vine, peeled, fried or boiled cold, it's fine, it's crisp and refreshing, if you don't have an appetite, it's better to eat this." She just said it casually.

The house manager suddenly thought, "Girl, can you please fry this sweet potato vine now?"

"sure!"

The house manager looked into her bright eyes and explained: "My master has been ill again since he came back from the temple fair. He is in poor health and has poor appetite. He has lost a lot of weight right away. I am in a hurry." I wanted to get him some fresh food, and you just happened to be here."

An incomparably handsome face appeared in Shen Qing's mind, and he smiled again, "Okay!"

Huo Lin was very confused. Sister Qing was too talkative today, right?

So, the house manager ordered his servants to hold the casserole, took the sweet potato vines, and led them to the main courtyard.

When they entered the yard, they saw Hongxiang and Bizhu guarding the door, with sewing baskets on their knees and the door behind them closed.

"Housekeeper!" The two of them stood up and turned to him.

Manager Fang placed his hands alternately on his lower abdomen, with a calm expression on his face, "Have you got up yet, my lord?"

Bi Zhu replied: "Woke up in the morning, read a book, and dealt with business in the study for a while, then rested again."

Manager Fang asked again: "What did you use in the morning?"

"Half a bowl of goat's milk soup, a piece of wishful cake, and nothing else."

"No lunch?"

"Master said you're not hungry, so you can use it when you get up. There are small mats and noodles prepared in the small kitchen."

The manager of the room said sternly: "If you don't like the food cooked by this cook, you should pay him the wages and send them away as soon as possible. Don't raise idlers for nothing."

Hong Xiang pouted, dissatisfied, and said: "Young master doesn't like anyone, only the snacks I bought from the temple fair that day tasted the most delicious, but unfortunately those things were not clean, and they were spicy, my master has a weak spleen and stomach, so I can't eat more. "

(End of this chapter)