Chapter 597: Winter Thunder (Part 2)

On the eve of the 54th year of the Kangxi reign, the Cao Mansion was immediately deserted due to the acne.

The orchid courtyard cannot be placed in the table, and the table is placed in the flower hall in the front yard.

In addition to the Cao family, there are also Zuo Cheng, two brothers who attended the New Year’s Eve dinner this year. Tian’s name is Mr. Zhuang’s niece, who wants to keep mourning for Mr. Zhuang, so he eats meals in his own room.

The second wife of Cao's family was also spared due to Cao Shuo's sake. There was only one table for the female family. In addition to Li, Zhao Jia, Chu Yu and others, there was also Su Xin who had already returned from home.

Zhao Jia talked about a few things, but when she saw Su Xin quiet and refused to say a word, she was not interested.

However, the fourth sister and Wuer and two others learned the rules with Aunt Luo and Aunt Chang. Seeing that Su Xin's actions were taught by the aunts, they were not as strict as their aunts and became close to her.

Su Xin lowered her eyebrows and looked pleased with her eyes, and smiled slightly, but she felt quite sad in her heart.

After all, it was New Year's Eve, but she temporarily stayed in someone else's house because of her errands. In addition, there were gossips she heard when she returned home, which made her feel even more afraid and she didn't want to have any contact with Zhao Jia.

I miss my family more during festivals, and this sentence is true.

Even though his parents and sisters have passed away for many years and have never seen them, Han Jiang's longing for her remains.

She incense in front of the tablets of her parents and sister Wenxiu, and then sat next to the table and ran away.

On the table, there are authentic Huaiyang dishes, mostly Han Jiang's favorite food.

This was all arranged by her post by the maid Xiaoxi. Han Jiangshi looked at the delicious food on the table, but she had no intention of raising chopsticks at all.

It’s easy to say at other times, but I can’t remember anything when I’m busy with business; this is inevitable during festivals, I can’t help but feel touched, and I think of my parents and relatives.

Han Jiang hesitated for a moment and asked Xiaoxi to come over.

There is a Jiang Wu from a side branch in the Jiang family. It is said that he is the Han Jiang family's brother. He died of illness two years ago and left a widow to pull up his two sons.

In the bones of Han Jiang, he is a person who is pitying the poor and weak, and he cannot see women suffer. In addition, Jiang Wushao is an honest and decent person, so she has helped her over the past few years. Even if she moved to the capital, she has given some money there.

Jiang Wusao's second son is four years old this year. If she brings him to be her adopted son...

Han Jiang thought that he had already spread out the paper and pen and picked up the pen to write a letter to a clan uncle.

After writing a few lines, she stopped her pen, sighed, tore off the letter, and threw it into the paper bucket.

Even if Jiang Wusao is an honest person, who can guarantee that her children can grow into a kind person?

If the Jiang family opens the banner of their heirs in the future and plots against her, then she will not be hitting herself in the foot.

In fact, she really had no respect or feelings for those Jiang clan members in her heart. She still remembered the fact that those people united and wanted to divide her property.

If it weren't for the Cheng family's reliance, she would have been devoured by those people.

After waiting for the market to open and go to the "people market" to see it, Han Jiang made an idea in his mind.

In the Cao Mansion, everyone is not very interested. In addition, in order to avoid acne, the mansion cannot be fryed and fried, and even the food has been reduced a lot.

This New Year’s Eve dinner was so refreshed that everyone had eaten it and it parted early.

Cao Yong and Chu Yu were afraid that Rongyuan was in a cold and sad way, so they prepared the snacks that Niu Niu liked to eat to deliver them early.

Because it was late at night, it was a bit inconvenient for Cao Yong to go, so Chu Yu went there for a walk and talked for a while.

Cao Yong sent Zhaojia back to the East Mansion and said a few housework to Cao Song on the east mansion.

Whether it is to accumulate blessings or buy a good reputation, the land rent in this village cannot be too much. Every land has a charter for each land. If you collect less rent and offend neighborhood landlords, you will be forced to get rid of your backbone.

Cao Song is not a fool, so he naturally knows that people in the capital pay the most attention to face.

If this reputation of being "stingy" and "greedy for money" will become someone else's laughter in the future.

Therefore, when my brother talked about this, Cao Song nodded quickly.

In addition to rent, it is just a matter of avoiding acne in the East Mansion. Although the Cao Song brothers had planted acne several times, there were Tian Hu and other female relatives, so they had never produced flowers. We must be careful.

Especially Tianhu, who is less than a hundred days old, is Cao Shuo’s posthumous son, so there must be no mistakes.

In the inner house of the East Mansion, Zhao Jia returned to the house, took off her coat outside, crossed her legs to the kang, lit a cigarette pillow, and looked at Jinghui, who wanted to speak but stopped.

Because she didn't call her away, Jinghui stood with her eyes down, thinking that Chu Yu had mentioned something privately before, that her mother-in-law would be willing to open a shop, and she might have to ask her for a shop during the Chinese New Year.

She was a little nervous, afraid that Zhao Jia would take advantage of the shop to make her happen.

Zhao Jia didn't eat it happily today, so Jinghui saw it.

Zilan and Luju took two maids to serve Zhao Jia and ate cigarettes, and stood aside with their hands hanging down.

Zhao Jia took two puffs of cigarettes, raised her eyelids, and asked Jinghui, "Your shop is rented to the person before? How much is the rent? Has it increased?"

Jinghui was puzzled by the intention of the question, and thought it carefully, and replied carefully: "The rent is still in the past year. Because the contract was signed for a long time, it is difficult to raise the price at will. However, compared with the rent in Gulou, it is also considered to be of high quality."

Zhao Jia put down her cigarette puff, nodded, glanced at Jinghui's stomach, and said, "You have been in the Western Palace for half a day, go back and rest."

Seeing her like this, Jinghui was a little surprised, but she didn't show any signs on her face. She bent down and responded.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard Zhao Jia say, "The Zhuangzi has little chance. I have sent someone to look at two shops. I have already paid the deposit. After the sixth day of the lunar month, I have to pay enough money. The money on the books in this house is worth a few. If you are cheap, I will temporarily move 1,800 taels of silver and let me use it.

If she said too much, Jinghui could still use it as a cheap one. Piansheng said it was a thousand eight hundred taels, not much, and Jinghui couldn't mention it even if she wanted to refuse.

Because before the New Year, when she was dowrying the farm to report the bill, the local food she sent was nearly a thousand taels of silver.

Although Jinghui didn't agree with her mother-in-law's snack shop, she couldn't resist her mother-in-law's intentions again and again for this matter. Zhao Jia looked at her. If she said the word "no", she still didn't know what would happen next.

Therefore, she responded: "It just so happened that my wife had paid a tight amount of money before the New Year, and she had 760 taels of silver. If the wife gave her, she would send her to her tomorrow."

When Zhao Jia heard this, she frowned slightly and said, "It's only seven hundred and sixty taels? Well, it's also a problem for you." Her expression was hard to hide her disappointment.

Jinghui sighed in her heart and turned around and went out.

Just when her back was far away, Zhao Jia took a bite of cigarette and asked to the maid next to her: "What's wrong with me? Have you cried today? How many times have you eaten milk?"

Zilan and Luju looked at each other. Zilan walked closer and said, "Reply to my wife, from noon to evening, I woke up four times and drank three times of milk."

"It's good to eat and sleep. This flower is not a joke. If it is transmitted to the house, it won't make people worry about death? No one is allowed to enter except you." Zhao Jia said.

Zilan bowed and responded. Zhao Jia nodded with satisfaction and said, "I know you are loyal and careful, don't worry. After these two months, I will lift you up."

Zhao Jia said more than once, Zi Lan's face turned red, lowering her head but she didn't dare to speak.

Lu Ju looked around, but couldn't help but be glad.

Shortly after Tianhu landed, Zhao Jia asked Zilan and Green Ju who was willing to share her worries and take care of Tianhu.

Lu Ju has always been smart and thought more, so she knew that Zhao Jia would not say this for no reason.

Cao Shuo, a branch of Cao Shuo, has no mistress. Even if his biological mother Tian Xiang is here, he is just a slutty house with a face and is not qualified to take care of her and educate Tian Hu. Not to mention, Zhao Jia didn't like her at all. If Cao Song hadn't pleaded with her, he would have been afraid that Zhao Jia would have found an excuse to send her out of the mansion.

Logically speaking, Jinghui, the eldest aunt, as the future hostess in the mansion, has the responsibility to take care of her nephew.

But she was busy, and she needed to cook all the housework inside and outside.

Zhao Jia also knew this, so she found someone else to take care of the guardian.

This kind of erection means to serve as a side room for Cao Song and serve as the heavenly care of his mother.

Before Cao Shuo's accident, Zhao Jia thought of giving the two maids around him one to one and one second son. The matter was delayed because Cao Shuo had an accident.

Now, because of taking care of the heavenly guardian, the old sayings are re-mentioned.

Lu Ju didn't want to do so, so she gave in.

She lit a good cigarette and was also working as Zhao Jia's inner accountant. Zhao Jia couldn't live without her for a while, so she followed her wish and asked Zi Lan to take care of Tian Hu.

Before Jinghui entered the door, Zilan knew that she would be a concubine for Cao Song in the future. Now that she was shy about this arrangement, she was happy.

Not mentioning Xiao Jiujiu, who was waiting for the people from the East Mansion, Cao Yong talked to Cao Song for a while, then came to the outer hall and persuaded the Cao Xiang brothers to say a few words before returning to the West Mansion.

He did not go back to the inner house immediately, but went to Zhiran's yard.

Although Buddhism emphasizes the purity of the six senses, it is a big deal after all, and living alone is always a bit miserable.

I had already sent someone to deliver the table here, but I didn't know how the little monk used it?

While thinking, Cao Yong entered the yard, but heard the sound of cups coming to the room.

"The Buddha sat in his heart, and the wine and meat passed through his intestines... The monk is the real free and easy person... he did it..." Who was not Li Wei who spoke with his tongue?

"Sincere, sin, brother Jie, please be careful and offend the Buddha carefully." This is more pious than the monk, and is naturally Cao Yong's aide Jiang Jian.

Although he could not hear Zhiran's movements, Cao Yong could imagine his appearance of watching without saying a word.

These people are not ordinary people.

When we got together, the mansion also added a lot of spiritual energy.

If Mr. Zhuang was still there... Cao Yong still felt very uncomfortable when he thought of this.

He picked up the curtain and entered. The servant who was on duty here was outside, staring at the water on the stove with all his attention. There was a tea set next to him, as if he was waiting for the water to boil tea.

Seeing Cao Yong come in, the servant got up and bowed to greet him.

Cao Yong waved his hand and told him to avoid it, so he made great strides into the inner room.

Li Wei and others were sitting on the kang, Jiang Jian was sitting in the south, Li Wei was on his left head, Zhiran was with the Prime Minister.

When Cao Yong went in, Li Wei held the wine pot and looked at Zhiran's glass of wine, and his mouth was not idle. He kept saying: "Don't do it! Good days and beautiful scenery do not matter to the sky, and sing with wine, how much life is, how good wine and food, and the bliss of life."

He has never been willing to study. Although he is very literary this time, he doesn't know where he heard the opera, and it is inappropriate to be involved.
To be continued...