Poor Lady

"Are you going to recruit another batch of embroidered mothers?" Mother Qi looked at her daughter in surprise.

Qi Surong nodded: "Nowadays, there are not many big clients in Xiuzhuang, but with the rise of fame, we may not be able to handle it alone. So I want to put down two nearby houses for the embroiderers to work, and in the future, the mother will also It doesn't have to be so hard."

"But do we still have money to buy a nearby house?" Although the neighbors are all ordinary houses and the houses are old, but after all, it is the capital, the house price will not be too low, and people may not be willing to sell it.

"Don't worry, mother, since my daughter brought it up, she is naturally prepared." Not only did Su Bao go to Mr. Xu's door the day before yesterday, but also did not ask for the 2,000 taels of repair as Qi Surong expected. This amount of money alone is enough to buy two small houses.

"Then you can figure it out, mother listens to you." Mother Qi was not an opinionated person. Now that her daughter took the initiative to seek her opinion, she would not object to her gratification.

With the approval of his mother, Qi Surong began to deal with the matter.

She didn't plan to recruit too many embroidered mothers, and she couldn't recruit them in the name of Qi's family, otherwise it might cause unnecessary trouble.

After thinking about it, only Zhuang Qiao'e and Gu Jinyun can help her now. After all, Aunt Qiao is the wife of Zhongcheng, so it should not be involved too deeply. And Gu Jinyun is a businessman, so it is not unreasonable to put Xiuzhuang in his name. It's just that I don't know if Gu Jinyun will be implicated in the future because of this, which is the last thing Qi Surong wants to see. But she is really weak now, unable to develop the family business by herself. As a woman, there are too many rules to follow.

Women...what if they weren't women? A flash of light suddenly flashed in Qi Surong's mind, and he brought the bronze mirror over to take a closer look at his facial features. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, his appearance has not yet been completely finalized, and his delicacy is somewhat immature.

Qi Surong parted her hair, and then casually pulled a man's hair into a bun. Without makeup, she looked like a 12- or 13-year-old boy at first glance, but she still couldn't hide the unique beauty of a woman.

She picked up the eyebrow pencil, thickened her eyebrows, made her eyes slender, and looked a little smaller. She darkened her complexion with powder and added a few blemishes... After some treatment, she looked at the person in the mirror again, and she was already seventy percent young. phase. If you don't look closely, it's hard to recognize her at a glance. She is also a woman who has lived in a deep boudoir for a long time. It is impossible for ordinary people to know her, and other noble girls will not contact men at will, so the possibility of her being exposed is greatly reduced.

The rest is sound.

It's not difficult to change her voice. When she was with her master in her last life, she knew a lot of strange herbs, one of which was a plant called "Qihe", which made her voice hoarse and deep after drinking it. , like the voice of a teenager in the period of voice change. To restore the original sound, just drink a bowl of specially brewed mint water.

Qi Surong looked down at her chest again, it was quite plump, wrapping it with a cloth strip should be able to get away with it.

Fortunately, she is only sixteen years old now, and in another two years, I am afraid that no matter what, she will no longer be able to cover up the appearance of a woman.

However, this matter must be kept from the family, otherwise, with her father's temper, she will be reprimanded and then forced to be grounded.

Qi Surong, who has experienced one life, has long lost the idea that women cannot show their faces at will. In the last life, in order to make a living, she did almost all the dirty and tiring work. She lost the elegance and restraint of a famous lady, and she was confident that she would not show her little daughter's tenderness and act sloppy.

"Miss, come and see..." Ping'er walked into the room, her excited voice muted when she saw Qi Surong.

"You, who are you? Why are you in my lady's boudoir?" Ping'er pointed at Qi Surong and asked in shock. Immediately, she noticed that the clothes on the other party's body were exactly the lady's usual dress, so she made a "huh" and stared at Qi Surong's face hesitantly.

Qi Surong smiled and said, "You're right, it's me."

As soon as she made a sound, Ping'er breathed a sigh of relief, walked to her side, and said angrily, "Miss, why are you dressed in such a weird way, looking at men who are neither men nor women."

Qi Surong whispered, "I plan to show people like this when I go out in the future."

"Little, young lady, you...you are a lady, how can you be like this, like this..." Ping'er didn't know how to describe it. In front of him, Qi Surong's facial features are still delicate, but a little less beautiful, a little more heroic, his skin is slightly darker, and he looks like a 12- or 13-year-old slender teenager. Dressed in this way, even the girl who has been with the young lady for ten years can't easily recognize her.

Qi Surong smiled: "I will go out often in the future. There are too many restrictions on the identity of a woman. This is also a last resort."

"You can ask someone to do what Miss wants to do." Ping'er didn't agree with Qi Su's easy-going move.

"What I want to do can't be faked to others at will." Qi Surong said seriously, "The situation in Beijing is complicated, and it's not a good idea to stay behind closed doors. My father is inconvenient to do things, but I don't need to worry too much."

Ping'er's face was a little confused, and after struggling for a long time, she said, "What should Ping'er do?"

Qi Surong put her finger on her lips: "help me keep it a secret."

She didn't plan to let Ping'er also pretend to be a man, so it's easy to reveal her identity. It is not surprising that a teenager who looks like Miss Qi appears, but it is no coincidence that there is also a book boy who looks like Miss Qi's personal maid next to this teenager.

She plans to hire another boy, who will not be brought into the house, but will be placed in a house purchased separately, and will be responsible for taking care of Xiu Niang on weekdays.

Be careful, she began to plan secretly, taking all possible situations into consideration, and be sure to be foolproof.

She couldn't pretend to be a teenager for a long time, and at most two years, she had to restore her daughter's body.

These two years, she must make good use of it.

The next day, Qi Surong sent someone to send a letter to Gu Jinyun, asking him to help buy two houses near Qi's house and hire about ten embroidered maids.

But within three days, two house deeds and fifteen work contracts were given to Qi Surong, along with two nurses, two cooks and two girls.

Qi Surong pondered that the cost should be reduced by four or five thousand taels, and he did it for her without blinking an eye.

So she wrote another contract to repay in the form of revenue sharing, but did not mention Gu Jinyun's real name, but used Songyue instead.

"Why don't you use the name of Jinyun?" Gu Jinyun asked in a letter.

"Prevent it before it happens." Qi Surong replied.

Gu Jinyun: "Defend who?"

Qi Surong: "Little man."

Gu Jinyun: "Do you need help?"

Qi Surong: "Not for the time being."

Gu Jinyun: "Well."

After a few simple conversations, the two actually used four or five pieces of rice paper back and forth. Especially the last one, only one word was written.

Gu Jinyun, do you dare to write a few more words? Qi Surong was a little speechless.

Gu Jinyun helped her buy a house adjacent to her house. She had someone secretly open the firewood house next door and made a secret door.

She entered the house next to her through the secret door, and then changed her clothes in the room, pretending to be a teenager.

For the first time appearing in front of people as a teenager, Qi Surong was still a little nervous. After meeting the embroidered girls, her mood gradually stabilized and she became calm.

The embroidered girls did not expect that their owner was actually a handsome young man. Seeing him with bright eyes, white teeth, and elegant temperament, he looked like a noble boy, and he felt good about him unconsciously.

Qi Surong went by the pseudonym "Zhuofan" and claimed to be the son of a businessman.

Although "he" is young, his words and deeds are quite common, which is not surprising.

After getting familiar with the embroidered girls, Qi Surong took a nursing home and left the house, went to the market, and planned to buy a thirteen- or four-year-old servant.

Walking on the street dressed like this, you don't need to be concerned about the identity of a woman and the eyes of others, you can look at people, objects, and scenery in a generous way, with your head held high, your eyes seem to be open and unfettered in an instant.

It feels so good.

Qi Surong smiled, and her originally handsome appearance became more eye-catching, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"Little son, what kind of servant do you want to buy?" Qi Surong, led by the tooth seller, came to a slightly dilapidated yard. There was an unpleasant smell here, Qi Surong frowned unconsciously, not wanting to stay longer.

"I want to buy a 13- or 14-year-old boy to be a servant. He must be healthy and have no bad habits." She replied.

"Okay, the little man will take the little son to see, there is definitely someone that the little son wants." The tooth seller has a roe-headed and rat-like appearance, and his smile is a little wretched.

"Little son, it's a mess inside, you better not go there. The villain will help you bring out the right person," said the nursing home.

Qi Surong thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and stayed in the hospital alone, waiting for the nursing home and the tooth dealer to bring people out.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden noise outside the door. Qi Surong looked at the prestige, and saw a few people dragging a young man in, and the man at the head looked like the steward of a wealthy family, bossy and arrogant.

"Hey, it's Director Zhao. I wonder what you want to pick this time?" A tooth seller greeted him and asked flatteringly.

"Today, in addition to buying some good-looking boys and girls, I also want to sell this kid to you." Manager Zhao grabbed the boy's collar and rudely pushed him to the ground.

"This is..." The tooth seller pulled the boy up and saw his thirteen or fourteen-year-old appearance. Although there were scars on his face, he couldn't hide his outstanding handsome face. His deep eyes shone with cold light, like a wild wolf. It was a little intimidating when he got up, "Mr. Zhao, isn't it a pity to sell such a handsome appearance?"

"No matter how handsome you are, it's useless if you don't have a likable temperament." Director Zhao seemed to be reluctant to explain, and said, "The price is whatever you want, and the right to be sold as a cheap slave."

Qi Surong looked at the young man, just in line with his line of sight.

What a pair of sharp eyes! However, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he has such a fascinating aura.

Although he was embarrassed, there was no sign of cowardice. How could such a young man with extraordinary temperament become a slave?