Chapter 379:

"Yeah, grandmother, my wife-in-law has received a lot of flower feast posts recently, all saying that I have to invite my aunt!" Su Wan'er could not hide her feelings, and had to respond truthfully.
Lao Taijun glanced at Yang Zixuan, a young couple sitting in the west and bowing her head silently, sighing in her heart. Her two sons who were born in the past did not stop, let alone a layer of belly!
"No more, no more, and let her out. You will ask her to put in an aunt in the palace after the New Year." Speaking of this, she stopped again, suddenly remembering that Mu Rouzang's foster aunt came out of the palace. Yes, now look again, but really compare Su Waner and Yang Juaner.
"I'm not afraid to spend more money and ask people to inquire more. I must find a good one."
Mrs. Hou rarely agrees with Mrs. Yang's thoughts, and responds in a hurry.
Seeing that it was not too early, this sent everyone out to do their own work.
Laotaijun sighed as she looked at the departing backs. Hanxiang took warm sleeves and handed it to her, and asked, "Why did the old lady sigh?"
"Do you look at my sons and grandchildren?"
Han Xiang laughed: "Old lady, you're stumped by slavery. Master Hou needless to say. It is not difficult for the young master to inherit this position from the young master. The remaining three masters are said to have something. It ’s true that from studying to being an official, it ’s not his own business that depends on his own strength!

Lao Taijun leaned on a soft pillow, and also called Han Xiang to push the carbon basin closer, before she said, "You don't even tell me the truth, do you bully me?"
Han Xiang didn't dare to say anything. She dared to tell the truth, and her sons and daughters were left and right.
"Old lady, do you bully slaves? Look at the masters and masters of Houfu, which is not a promising future."
Mrs. Yang waved her hand and said, "Well, let's just, my wife is also fainted. Why do you force your girl to do it?"
"It's the old lady who cares for slaves!" Han Xiang replied obediently.
Mrs. Yang thought for a moment, and then said, "Han Xiang, go and get my private house account book."
"Will the old lady want to check the accounts?" Han Xiang wondered.
She cursed with a smile: "I'll ask you to pick it up and pick it up, where there are so many shit!"
Han Xiang quickly took his life and asked Nuan Xiang to fetch the private treasury book.
Mrs. Yang took her glasses out of her arms and looked at them with a smile, "I didn't expect it. For most of my life in Yang House, I've accumulated a few books when I get old."
"Old lady, slaves looked at the old filial piety of Grandma San, but she really meant it." Han Xiang couldn't help but say good things to Mu Rouzang.
Mrs. Yang reached out and took the postbook with a smile and cursed: "Is it because she lost the card to you in the past, it is all about plugging your money, now it is time to talk about her good words."
Han Xiang was anxious when he heard it, and said, "The old lady sees what you said, it seems that slavery has gained a lot of benefits. Obviously, you win the grandma three times each time, and you laugh very happily. Come on, come, slaves stew the bird's nest every day with this black pot. "
Nuanxiang came out from the inside and laughed: "Old lady, you are wrong to have fragrant. Previously, Grandma and Grandpa came to please An Shi, her girl-in-law walked to the end, but later she saw this and passed it over. Therefore, Han Xiang said that Grandma San was most interested. "
Mrs. Yang held the reading glasses and said, "You are standing a little farther away. Hurry up and show it to me. What's black?"
Nuan Xiang pouted with a smile, held the thing and even brought it to her, and said, "Slave is standing in front of you now. Can you see clearly this time?"
"Yo, what's this skin? It feels soft and soft. Why haven't you seen it in Da Zhou?" Mrs. Yang arrogantly knows what she knows. She can't boast about her. Wuquan.
"I don't know the slaves. I heard Chunfeng said that he would climb trees, but he is not a monkey. In short, slaves have never heard of it, and they feel better than first-class leather when they touch it." Nuanxiang said aside.
Han Xiang muttered, "Old lady believes this time?"
"Uh, uh, the golden sapphire inlaid sapphire flower above is very beautiful. I was different from the girl next to me when I was younger. I only love this blue gem." Yang Taijun was so happy, what happened to the old lady? Old lady likes to be pretty.
"Old lady, please show me the slaves?" Han Xiang also thought that this warm hat did a good job for the old lady.
"Okay, okay, huh, let me have a look. I haven't worn such a fancy warm hat for years." Mrs. Yang couldn't keep her mouth closed.
Han Xiang took the warm hat and said to the side of the warm incense: "Hurry up and get the mask and take a picture of the old lady."
I helped the old lady to put her hat on, and straightened the brim again, and laughed, "Looking at this hat, the slaves remembered an incident more than a month ago. The old lady was there that day. Taking a nap in the room, the spring in the third grandma's house came to look for slaves and asked for the size of the old lady's warm hat. I never thought that it was the third young lady who sewed the old lady a warm hat. "
Han Xiang waited for the old lady at the age of six. Now it has been ten years, but she has never seen Mrs. Hou personally taking care of a warm hat or a pair of shoes and socks for the old lady.
Nuanxiang took the mirror from the inside and said, "Old lady, the spring breeze asked the old lady's shoes and socks to look like it was ordered by the three young grandma. Seeing that the New Year is coming, she happened to sew the old lady of Zuofu Shoes and socks, thinking of having a longevity star to be respected this year, I have done it on both sides, so it is easy to save things, because I am afraid that the old lady is not good enough to abandon the three young grandma women. "
Mrs. Yang took a picture in the mirror, and Han Xiang flattered, "Lord, look at who is in this mirror, but you don't know it."
"Just you will make me happy, when I do n’t know, okay, you two or one do n’t have to say good things for her, anyway, I am too old, one day after another, do n’t say, my old lady His eyes are sharp. Whoever is good or bad has his own heart. "Mrs. Yang did not praise Mu Rouzang.
However, after that, she would often send the little girl to Mu Ruosang to send some snacks, or ask them to borrow a needle or something. When they returned, she asked the little girls, Mu Rouzang was doing very much. If she heard that she was sewing shoes, she would ask who it was for, and make the girls embarrassed. Later, they had to ask for Han Xiang, which would prevent them from continuing to run back and forth, which is later.
The two coaxed her once, and Mrs. Yang asked Nuanxiang to put away her hat first, and said, "Let's wear it after the Chinese New Year, and look at the leather transported elsewhere." She loved this rare thing. tight.
Mrs. Yang then put on reading glasses and turned up the account book, thinking in her heart that the New Year will be this year, what things to pick and give to grandchildren.
Her place was clean, but Mrs. Hou was so angry that she jumped on her feet, and Ms. Shen was soothing, saying, "Mrs. first drink tea, and you should not be so angry that you might pick up the cheap."
"Look at the dead old lady, who is in her twenties, and she is still holding on to the money in the house. She is willing to take it to the coffin!" Mrs. Hou pointed at Yang Taijun's courtyard and was so angry. trembling.
Mother Shen handed her tea: "My good lady, you can bear it for the first 20 years, but you can't stand it for the rest of your life? Besides, how many years is there for that person? I'm more confused with my eyes closed. , Mrs. will not be there ... "
She stretched out her palm and forced it into a fist, and then said, "Isn't the old lady also given a part in your hand?"
"There is fart, the idea is not enough to confuse the poor relatives in Backstreet. In the case of the dead wife, I just want to pay for my dowry to support this house and dream of her mother's spring and autumn." Mrs. Hou was at home, but Helping her mother to play the house, and also to dad's aunt, is a master of calculation.
"Mrs., please forgive me, this house is not our younger master. You still urge Grandpa Hou to petition quickly. Grandpa has become a son, and you can rest assured." Ms. Shen thought that Madam Hou cares about those What's the use of this seafood.
Mrs. Hou sighed and said, "He hated the death of the first sister-in-law that year. Who knew that the child was short-lived and fell into Hehechi." That's why the government called Yang Zixuan the third master. , Not the reason for the second master.
"How can you blame you, Madam? If you want to be a slave, your wife shouldn't call the aunt Laosh into the door, what cousin or cousin." Mother Shen looked disdainful.
Mrs. Hou waved her hand and said with a little annoyance: "Forget it, everything has passed, and the aunt has also gone with my eldest son for many years, no matter how strong the kindness is long gone."
Mother Shen said, "Mrs., otherwise you can talk softly. Lord Hou now has only a younger sister and a sister-in-law, but don't forget the wife. Master Three is also his biological son."
"Impossible, unless my child is not ..." Speaking of her gloomy face, she asked, "You mean Lord Hou ..."
Mother Shen sneered: "It may not be the original idea of ​​our Houye, but it ’s just the slave's sister-in-law's sister-in-law's sister-in-law, who just happened to listen to the master's study yard, saying that recently, Houye often asked the three young masters to discuss matters in the past.
"What?" Mrs. Hou couldn't sit still. She grabbed Ms. Shen's hand and gritted her teeth. "Cuihua, you are my marrying girl, you should know that if Zhier can't inherit the position, then. ..... "
"So after receiving the news, the slave first quietly handed the letter to the master, saying that the wife wanted to find a good aunt to teach the four girls."
After getting the news, Ms. Shen was afraid for a while, but she had learned Mu Rouzang's methods of torture, which would not cause death but would only drive people crazy.
Mrs. Hou asked eagerly: "You said that you knew me soon, but my dad sent someone to send the letter. No, if he sent someone to send the letter, how could I not know, could it be this?"
Because of this news, Mrs. Hou was a little bit confused, and Ms. Shen busily advised: "Ma'am, aren't you planning to marry the four girls to the East Palace? Not to mention the Prince East Palace ..."