Chapter 201: Often a person

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It was night, Minglan sleeped very unreliable, half dreamed and half awakened, the old felt that there was a sight looking at himself, and stunned his eyes, but he saw Gu Tingwei slightly sideways, half squinting at his side; Minglan sleepy However, vaguely said, 'How can I still not sleep?', Gu Tingzhuo passed a half-sound, and said lightly: "You should sleep well, these days are exhausted."
The tone is full of deep pity and pain, as well as a faint apology.
The girl's long eyelashes fluttered.
She is really tired.
It’s very tiring to manage a big house. It’s very tiring to send gifts to people. It’s more tiring to watch other people’s calculations all day long. I have to say three times in my stomach. I have to think about it seven or eight times before I dare to do it. I am afraid that people will blame, and even more afraid of being caught by people and causing trouble for him. If she goes on like this, she can fly directly to the madhouse.
A long time ago, she had vowed in front of the Buddha, she will work hard to live well.
Every day, no matter how busy, she has to take time to rest, enjoy flowers, read books, play chess, draw pictures, and do the secrets of the 'back-back mountain series' needlework, facing the empty lakes and mountains, and silently repeating the sutras. Those fascinating poems, the mountains and rivers of the vast sky, the pleasant breeze blowing over the ridges, are singularly soothing.
Smiling, praying, hope that the Buddha is pitiful, only wishing peace and joy, the heart is like a mirror.
She is blessed by everyone - but at least, this man knows her fatigue and hardship.
Ming Lan's reluctance to lean on himself, like a small dog, twisted into his arms, cold early summer night, it seems that only the man's arms around him is warm.
After breakfast, the three of the incense gardens are as usual.
Qiu Niang’s eyes are swollen like big walnuts. It’s obvious that she cried all night, her expression was languid, and she was still smiling, but she didn’t know what happened. As for Rong’s sister, it’s delicious. There is a bit of a clean look in the end, but there are still words or phrases in the mouth.
Ming Lan had a cordial conversation with them. Each of them had three active voices, and the rest let them play each other. Usually, Ms. Hung Hom played the leading role, but today, Ming Landuo said a few words.
"This afternoon, I often come, and I will ask my mother to bring Rong’s sister."
Qiu Niang’s lips moved and did not speak. Rong’s sister also lifted her lowered head. Hung Hom’s face was a surprise:
I often come here. I used to listen to the old man and talk about this embarrassment. Now I live in the capital, I can often come and go.
The tone is very much looking forward to.
Ming Lan glanced at her and lifted the tea pot. She said faintly: "The lord told me that Chang Yi had looked after Rong Jieer. It was called Rong Jieer who came out to see him."
Qiu Niang’s face became more and more ugly. Rong’s sister looked down on her little head and seemed to think of something. The red eyes were slightly stagnation, and immediately the face was filled with a smile. Minglan let her play for five minutes freely. The tea is delivered to the guest.
After the people left, Ming Lan looked up and looked at the framed beams of the brocade, and stayed out of the air; it is also a strange person to say that this is often.
After she lost her first daughter, she went to Baijia to be a milkmaid. She was very careful. The old man proposed to accept the couple’s husband and wife. Who knows that Chang’s would rather lose some benefits and refuse to do so. As the white old man became more and more prosperous, Chang Hao was very valued because of his loyalty. His family was getting better. When Mrs. Bai was married, how many slaves were rushing to go to Houfu’s 'Fufu', but she did not Go with it, but go back to your hometown to run your own small family.
After Gu Tingyun’s Qingyun went straight up, Chang Hao still did not rush to attach, but was determined to continue to be a free Pingtou people. Even when Chengyuan was first established, she should also ask Gu Tingyu’s request to help the house to rectify for a while. After Mr. Gong Sun came from the south, she went back to her own home.
Even this time, she also explained that it was only in the afternoon.
This is very interesting. In ancient times, when I went to other people's homes, most of them were in the morning. Minglan secretly considered the situation: I came to the door in the afternoon and the possibility of hitting Gu Tingyu was higher. Second, if the morning came, the main house Will inevitably leave guests to eat.
Chang Hao has a decent seniority. In the end, she has been a white-headed mother. She has lost half of her servant status. Therefore, she refuses to go to the table to eat with her family, but if she really wants her to speak out clearly. The servant does not want to share the table with the Lord. She seems to be reluctant to be self-sufficient.
The old man is very disciplined, but he is also very proud.
About two o'clock in the afternoon, Ming Lan wakes up in the afternoon to wash his face. When he is dressing up, someone outside reports: Chang Hao’s family of four came. Ming Lan immediately let Xiao Cui sleeves go to the Xiangxiangyuan to teach Rong sister, and when they are properly dressed, they will wait in the small flower hall; after a while, Liao Yong’s family will enter the hall.
I saw that the head was a gray-haired old woman, dressed in a dark blue embossed brocade with wide black velvet, a wrinkled face, not laughing; followed by a four A woman who is less than ten years old, a long scorpion with a rust red, thin satin and dark smear, and then a pair of children, a girl wearing apricot yellow embroidered flowers and plaques around the age of fifteen or six years old, a boy on the side Looked at the age of ten years old, light pigmented net small Confucian growth gown.
This dress is very familiar to Ming Lan, and the younger brother in the family is also used to doing this, but the embroidery of the material is much better.
Ming Lan slowly got up, smiled and went forward to give Chang Fu a blessing: "Hey, I can look forward to it for a long time, the master does not know how many times to mention it."
Chang Hao slightly sideways, avoiding Minglan's courtesy, and bent his knees, and gave Ming Lan a serious blessing, and said: "The wife has seen her wife."
While saying that she was also looking at Minglan, she saw that the young lady in front of her eyes was just as old as she was, a light purple moiré, a lotus-like gauze, a shackle on her head, and she simply licked a white jade. The lotus flower's wishfulness, such as the dewdrop in the morning, is clear and bright, not square, laughter, attitude and warmth, good-looking eyes, and high temperament.
When I met, Chang Hao could not help but secretly nod.
She turned slightly and pointed to the human being behind her: "This is my daughter-in-law, my mother's family name is Hu." The middle-aged woman lowered her head and went to Minglan to bow her knees. Minglan smiled and gave a half ceremony: "Changzizi it is good."
"Mrs. Ann is good." Chang Hu's slightly raised her head, she was still a bit of a child, but the skin color was black, and the old man hanged his mouth, it looked like a bitter face, she opened her mouth to please, full of faces Dao, "I remember that I want to come to see my wife. I said that my wife is a fairy-born student. I didn't believe it. I saw it today. Hey, how can the Queen Mother give her wife to the mortal world!"
When Ming Lan just saw Chang Hu’s dress, he couldn’t help but lick his mouth. The dark-skinned person dared to wear dark red. It was enough to be courageous. After listening to this statement, he couldn’t help but rush out:
Changzizi Good fun! Please sit down."
Chang Hu was not in a hurry to sit, looked at his mother-in-law, and saw Chang Hao pointing to the next two children: "This is my granddaughter Chang Yan, this is the grandson of the year; the swallow, the younger brother, still not seeing the ceremony."
The younger brothers and sisters immediately stepped forward, and they went up and bowed to the ceremony. Minglan could be safely polite this time. When the younger brother came up and looked up, Minglan could not help but see.
The two brothers and sisters are quite similar, all of them are black and black, with a delicate eyebrow, but the temperament is quite different. Chang Yan is just an ordinary Xiaojiabiyu. In the past few years, he lived in the countryside of the suburbs of Beijing. He also brought a few villages and villages, but it was a long-standing book, and his speech was clear, his manners were clear, and his manners were not generous. See the constraints of wealth.
Everyone sat down and talked, and even the younger brother of Changjia also called the scorpion to sit.
Chang Hu’s mother and son seem to be the first to come back. After they are seated, they can’t help but look around in the hall. Especially Chang Hu’s, the room is quiet and elegant.
A sheep's fat white jade bottle with a high head is clean and flawless. It is simply placed in a treasure chest. Two sleek carved rosewood chairs are dark and lustrous. She can't hold the chair under the Capricorn. , constantly praised: "Mrs. This is really a good place, I actually feel that I am in the head of Xianfu; oh yeah, squatting on the bonsai... Oh, it’s not made of jade, there is this mat, what is this bamboo? Yeah..."
The woman’s words and deeds had a sub-city atmosphere, and she did not get a tabletop. The Changyi on the side frowned slightly, looked at her, and did not open her mouth. She looked at Minglan again, and she did not show her disdainful look. But I didn't deliberately please myself. I only laughed and teased, as if Hu's words were really interesting.
"I don't know how much." Minglan tried hard to recall, "It seems that the bamboo in Chuanzhong, the towering big bamboo is cut into pieces, only pick the finest and toughest pieces of the texture inside, and then pump the length of the bamboo stick to grow. The thick and thin white stone is polished over and over again, afraid that it will be milled thousands of times, and it will be finely ground into bamboo silk, and then it will be compiled." The felt mat thus prepared will be soft and white as cotton satin.
Chang Hu’s breathe a sigh of cool air, and his eyes are fascinating. He called:
My Huang Tianzuzong, how much effort does it take! How much is it expensive? It’s so strange that it’s so slippery, oh, we’re flat people. The family used this blessing..."
This Minglan can't be modest. In ancient times, it was not a commodity society. Sometimes it was money and couldn't buy anything. Because in the imperial society, the really best top grades were Yugong, which was made by the court's specialized workshop craftsmen.
Since the beginning of summer, the summer items that are constantly rewarded in the palace, some things have not been seen before Minglan, like this bamboo silk mat, if you are not afraid of bamboo products to be moldy for a long time, Minglan wants to put things Hide in the warehouse.
Chang Brow's brows were all knotted, and I looked back and squinted at it. I successfully stopped Chang Hu's chatter. Ming Lan had nothing. After a few words, I turned to Chang Hao and said: "... I heard I live in the cat's ear alley now, I don't know if the house can live. Is it convenient to enter and leave the road?"
The wrinkles of the face are soft and soft: "Thanks to my brother, the house is very good. There are two hospitals in front and back. Not to mention that we are four orphans, that is, in the future, my brother will discuss the daughter-in-law. The woman is also enough. The neighbors on both sides are also good people in the rules. The hutongs are all leading the road, regardless of the carriage or the sedan chair. It is easy to come."
"That's good, lord and I are also relieved..."
Ming Lan picked up a bright fruit in the celadon dish, smiling and talking about it. Who knows that Hu often interjected: "Not all are good, the position is partial, and the place is deserted. If you want to buy some ink books for the younger brothers, or add some new clothes to the swallows, you have to catch up with the road for a long time, if you can..."
"Stop." Chang Hao's face began to look ugly, and the teacup was heavily smashed. "What nonsense!"
Chang Hu’s mouth immediately slammed, Minglan looked at the past very curiously, only to see that she closed her mouth, but it did not mean any shame, it seems to be thick and thick, very used to being reprimanded by her mother-in-law, not very much I am afraid of being looked down on in public; if I have nothing to eat, I will eat fruit.
After I finished my daughter-in-law, I turned to Minglan Road: "Mrs. Don't be polite, we have troubles my brother. I don't know how much. Hey... The wife is not afraid of shame, so let's talk." She sighed. The tone is low. "It’s all my son who can’t be a child! I can’t read a book, but I’m going to learn to do business. It’s a pit. It’s not enough to lose a house. People are also half-dead, and it’s going to be a disaster.
This is the old face, dragging a family to seek the capital, who knows that my big girl was gone more than ten years ago, seeing the mountains and waters, the loss is in the sorrow! Help us set the fields and the house, this Can live to the present day."
As soon as this was said, Ming Lan couldn’t help but be surprised.
She was not surprised by the words of Chang Hao, but often she would be so outspoken and ugly.
These things, Gu Tingyun never mentioned a half sentence with Ming Lan, but Ming Lan had already spent it.
In ancient times, it was about keeping the soil and keeping the business. The leaves fell back to the roots. They didn’t leave their homes. If they used to live in Haining, how could they suddenly drag their families to the capital? After nearly ten years of contact with the old family, it is not necessarily a sudden loyalty. It seems that the regular family does not have to go to Beijing to take the exam, or to open a branch business plan.
Then, there is only one conclusion. Changjia can’t stay in his hometown. He is going to the old home.
Since the marriage, Ming Lan has many incomprehensions in her heart, the death of blush, the ins and outs of Man Niang, and another child. If Gu Tingyun voluntarily said, she would listen, but she never asked anything. Even if it is a husband and wife, some of the hidden secrets of the heart are not convenient for the person to say, and Gu Tingyun obviously does not have any meaning.
Chang Hao has been in Beijing for almost ten years. She definitely knows all the insiders. She is a breakthrough. So from a long time ago, Minglan has deliberately tried to figure out the usual behavior.
So, what kind of person is she?