Xu suddenly fainted, but Shen Zhonglei didn't bother to take another look, and walked away angrily.
It seems that this kind of quarrel is not the first time today.
Seeing the chaos among the servants in the house, Shen Tianshu had no choice but to stay and take charge of the overall situation.
Not long after the doctor was sent back, he was invited over again. After checking the pulse, he sighed helplessly: "I have already said that Mrs. Shen's illness needs to be rested and not angry. How can it be cured like this?"
Although Shen Tianshu did not diagnose the pulse, he still took a closer look while the doctor was prescribing the prescription.
In fact, Mrs. Xu didn't have any serious problems. It was just that the death of Xu Yihao was such a heavy blow that she was depressed and unable to express it.
To put it bluntly, this problem is as the saying goes: to untie the bell, you must tie the bell.
Medication, acupuncture and moxibustion are secondary. They can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. At most, they can only make her feel better.
In the final analysis, she still has to figure it out on her own and let go.
Shen Tianshu stayed in Xu's room until she regained consciousness and drank the medicine, then returned to his room.
"Are you tired, girl?" Aunt Yang had already asked someone to prepare hot water. "Why don't you take a bath to relax yourself and let Minghui massage it for you."
"Just in time, I just broke out in a sweat in the main house."
It was so hot in Xu's house that even someone like Shen Tianshu, who was usually afraid of cold but not hot, was sweating all over and his inner clothes were soaked through.
She was just about to take a bath, but Ping Niang came over earlier than she expected.
Seemingly understanding Shen Tianshu's surprise, Ping Niang said as soon as she entered the room: "Miss, I am here on the order of the master."
"If father has anything to do, he can just send his servants to tell him. Why do you bother my aunt to make a special trip?"
Shen Tianshu had no choice but to sit back on the chair and finish receiving Ping Niang first.
Ping Niang said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my servants can't explain this clearly, so it's better for me to come here.
"It's not like my wife is sick now and there is no one in charge of the family. During these days when the eldest daughter is not at home, the master will temporarily leave the household affairs to my concubine.
"That day when I heard that the eldest lady was coming back, I immediately told the master that it would be safest to leave the general affairs in the house to the eldest lady. I am not a serious master after all, and I can only take care of it temporarily. Time After a long time, the name will eventually become unjust and unjust..."
Ping Niang smiled and said a lot of things, secretly trying to take credit for herself.
It's a pity that Shen Tianshu sat on top and just listened indifferently without any reaction.
Ping Niang was a little embarrassed, and she changed the subject with a sarcastic smile: "I forgot to mention that this time I went to Wuchang Mansion, thanks to you for taking care of the third girl, I can't thank you enough..."
Shen Tianshu was even more impatient than usual because of the sweat sticking to her body. She was too lazy to talk to Ping Niang anymore and directly interrupted her: "Yunhui is my sister. It is natural for me to take care of her. I don't know. How can I express my gratitude to my aunt?"
Ping Niang had previously thought that Shen Tianshu had never managed a house and should not understand these general affairs, so she wanted to show her merit in front of her, but Shen Tianshu did not believe it at all.
At this time, Aunt Yang, who was standing aside, said: "Aunt Ping, our girl has been riding back for several days and waiting at Madam's bedside. We are already very tired. If you only have these words to say, then what? Sometimes they say they are all the same, don’t you think so?”
Seeing that Aunt Yang's words were equivalent to an eviction order, Ping Niang had to say truthfully: "Miss Mingjian, the Flower Festival is about to come, and the master will go out to the city that day to encourage farmers to pray for good harvests. There is nothing else at home." Not prepared.
"The master asked me to look at the account books from previous years and follow the rules. But I don't know what kind of virtue the servants in the family have.
"I'm just an aunt, and I don't have a son. In this family, who can I control? Who would ever take me seriously?
"To be honest, I'm not afraid of girls' jokes. It's been more than half a month since I took over the general affairs, and I haven't even seen a single page of the account book. Tell me, how does this make me follow the example of previous years?
"Fortunately, the girl came back before the Flower Festival. I have to worry about all these things inside and outside. It just happens to scare the ladies in charge who almost regard themselves as their masters."
"Flower Festival?" Shen Tianshu was stunned when he heard this, "Isn't this year's festival celebrated yet?"
The Flower God Festival, as the name suggests, was originally a festival born to commemorate the birthday of flowers. It is also called the Flower God Festival among the people.
This festival does not have a fixed date, but it is basically held in February. It is determined every year according to the early or late spring in various places.
It is mostly held on February 12th or February 15th in Huguang area.
Originally, the Flower Festival was not a big festival, but a day for people who had been stuck at home all winter to go out to the countryside to enjoy the flowers when spring came.
However, since the founding emperor of Da Qi added activities to encourage farmers and pray for good harvests during the Hua Chao Festival, this festival has become more and more important in Da Qi, and has even surpassed the situation of the Dragon Raising Its Head in February.
Agriculture is the foundation of the world.
This is not only a matter of farmers' livelihood, but also the foundation of officials' annual performance.
No matter how many cases you have solved this year, no matter how many Jinshis you have produced under your rule, and how many filial sons and wives you have touched the world, as long as there is a bad harvest and famine spreads without a legitimate reason, then what will happen to your head? The black gauze hat may be in danger.
Therefore, gradually and subtly, the annual Flower Festival has become the first major event after the beginning of spring.
Not only do officials and farmers pay attention to it, but urbanites also gradually regard the Flower Festival as a serious festival.
On this day every year, people go out for an outing and go to the market in the city. Various flower appreciation parties and garden parties are not far behind.
The major guilds in Yongzhou City will also spend money to build floats and parade through the streets to celebrate. There will also be a lantern show in the evening, which is very lively.
"This year's winter has been cold and spring has started late, so after finding someone to figure it out, I decided to hold the Flower Festival on February 25th."
When Shen Tianshu heard this, he was already twenty-one now, so wasn't it imminent? He couldn't stop even after returning home.
"Mother Yang, please go out and spread the word. After dinner in each room has been eaten tonight, ask all the servants from the back house to come to our courtyard. I'll see what the regulations are first."
Seeing that Nanny Yang had gone out, Ping Niang immediately came closer to Shen Tianshu with a mysterious look on her face and said, "Miss, I'm afraid you don't know what's going on with my wife's illness, right?"
"Didn't you say that I was too sad because of the death of my young cousin?"
Shen Tianshu felt sweaty and uncomfortable. He moved uncomfortably and changed into a more comfortable position. He secretly thought to himself, if Ping Niang was so arrogant just to say that Xu Yihao died in a horse wind, she would immediately ask someone to drive her out. .