Seeing the little man standing up in embarrassment, not caring about the mud and water stains on his robe, he went to pick up the bucket on the ground. Wen Xiaoyun also rolled up his sleeves, lifted the corners of his robe, and stepped forward to help.
"After all, I bumped into you. If you don't need my help, you just don't want to forgive me and don't give me face!" She deliberately emphasized her tone and said without any doubt.
Hearing Wen Xiaoyun suddenly speak so seriously, the young man hurriedly waved his hands and explained, "I don't mean that. Brother scribe, please don't think too much about it."
Suddenly hearing such a strange title, Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help laughing, and laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, I don't think about it too much. Don't call me brother scribe either. Which one of us is older?"
Maybe. I am the new scribe in the execution room, my surname is Wen, you can just call me Xiaoyun."
As Wen Xiaoyun spoke, she bent down to pick up a bucket, but she almost stumbled as she was carried by the bucket.
It was wet, hot and bulky, far beyond her imagination.
The little boy on the other side successfully picked up the pole and put it on his shoulder, then picked up a bucket and hung it on the pole. He turned around and picked up Wen Xiaoyun again.
He smiled with crooked eyes, showing his neat little white teeth, and said with a smile: "My name is Yang Zhilan. I have been helping the couple's house for more than half a year. You can just call me Xiao Yang."
Wen Xiaojun waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Zuo to hang the bucket in the middle of the pole, "Brother Yang, as I said just now, I have to make up for my mistakes no matter what. You hang the two buckets in the middle of the pole, and I will be with you.
On one side, go together and then fight back."
No one has ever called him that. As soon as he heard the word "Brother Yang", Yang Zhilan's face turned red.
She couldn't help but grabbed the bucket from Wen Xiaoyun's hand, and explained with an awkward smile, "You can just call me Xiao Yang. This bucket is dirty and heavy. Don't stain your uniform. The cloth of scribes is precious."
Wen Xiaoyun simply stopped grabbing him and stood still, looking at him coldly, insisting on his own method with his eyes.
Seeing that Wen Xiaoyun suddenly became unhappy, Yang Zhilan panicked a little and subconsciously gave in and rearranged the barrels according to Wen Xiaoyun's method.
A satisfied smile appeared on Wen Xiaoyun's face, and she followed Xiao Yang Wuzuo carrying one side toward the kitchen.
"By the way, Brother Yang, if this hot water is not for making houses for widows, what is it used for?" Wen Xiaoyun finally couldn't help but asked curiously before taking two steps.
"It's the bath water for the two eldest brothers who live together." Xiao Yangwu answered without thinking.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned, "Give them bath water? Why don't they drink it themselves?"
As if he was afraid that Wen Xiaoyun would misunderstand, Xiao Yang Wuzuo hurriedly explained: "This has always been a custom in the yamen. You are respected by your elders. The brothers who live together are the younger ones who help their elder brothers, uncles and elders to fetch bath water. But although
The younger ones have to come when fetching water, and everyone helps each other when taking baths and other things."
Wen Xiaoyun:···
She was really afraid of what would come. She had just worried about this problem at noon, and now she had the opportunity to face the answer head-on.
If all the roommates living in the Li's residence were like this, then she and Yin Nuo would never be able to escape this pattern in the future.
Xiao Yang Wuzuo didn't pay attention to the beads of sweat flowing down Wen Xiaojun's forehead.
He was afraid that Wen Xiaoyun would misunderstand that he was being bullied by others, so he continued to explain to himself: "Actually, it's cold now, and we don't usually take a bath. It's just a special situation today. At noon, they came to help Hu Xingfang work,
Hu Xingfang thought they had fleas on their bodies.
Like us little handymen, the masters of the Sixth Ward would not talk to us at all except when we were working. Moreover, outsiders were not allowed to interfere with the official documents and files of the execution room at all.
This time, Hu Xingfang was able to single them out to move the Xingfang's official documents, maybe because he wanted to transfer them out of the handyman class."
The corner of Wen Xiaoyun's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
This world is really small, but in just one day, she witnessed one thing from three different perspectives.
As if thinking about the meeting in the morning, Xiao Wuzuo turned to look at Wen Xiaoyun, "By the way, I almost forgot, brother, you are the person in the execution room. I have to thank you for helping me out in the morning."
Wen Xiaoyun raised her hand and scratched her hair in confusion, "Relief? What rescue?"
"If you hadn't reminded me in the morning why I had time to go back to the official's house, I would have been taken to the second hall for questioning. Later, after Hu Xingfang listened to my explanation, he didn't find me wrong anymore. Although those
The human bones were given to me by my master, but we are just little handymen, and we must not commit such crimes.
If I was really taken to the Second Hall by Hu Xingfang to be punished, even if they found out in the end that they had misunderstood me, I would still be punished. Because it was for no reason, there was no reason to offend Master Liufang. At that time, I was also punished
I was so frightened that I didn’t even grasp the key point of my nonsense. Thinking about it afterwards, in fact, I just had to tell Hu Xingfang from the beginning how I came back from the team that accompanied the barracks."
Hearing this, Wen Xiaoyun opened her eyes in surprise.