Pomegranate was also sent out to do something. After Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan woke up, they found that there was another maid sitting at the door.
"I really admire your mother in this life. I take care of Zhuangzi's affairs, feed us milk, and can keep abreast of the situation around the child at any time. In our era, she is definitely a powerful woman." Wang Juan said with a sigh.
"That's, you don't look at whose mother it is. Don't always say this to your mother and your mother in the future. It's like cursing someone. You go to the countryside and call you father and mother. Which one is at the door? Can't make any more arrangements, or the family will Not enough."
Zhang Xiaobao looked at the maid guarding there, and an idea came to his mind. After thinking about it, he finally rejected it. Seeing Wang Juan looked over at angrily, he smiled and said, "I'm used to it. The people in the group."
"Then always warn yourself, especially when facing outsiders, go, go to the sand, take the time for the child to recover quickly, and seize the time to exercise."
As soon as Wang Juan's voice fell, the two began to kick the mattress on the ground. This was the only way for the two of them to get to the ground by themselves.
"Little son, are you up?" The maid walked over alertly as soon as he kicked a mattress down.
"I don't need you, let's do it ourselves, you call..." Zhang Xiaobao stopped her as she watched the maid stretch out her hand to hug herself and Wang Juan.
"When I go back to the little son, my name is Xiao Hong. Thank you for the little son and the little lady's plea. From now on, Xiao Qi and I will never talk too much." The person claiming to be Xiao Hong replied somewhat cautiously.
"Oh, you are Xiaohong. Work hard in Zhuangzi. You won't treat you badly. Get off." Wang Juan said to Xiaohong, urging Zhang Xiaobao to get off first.
Taking a deep breath and protecting their heads with both hands, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan rolled onto the mattress on the ground under Xiao Hong’s surprised eyes. Xiao Hong felt that it was not two children who were going down on the bones, but two big rocks. It pressed against her chest, so scared that she didn't know what to do.
"Go to the kitchen to get the water we need. As soon as you tell them, they will understand that they will find us in the sand in the backyard. Remember to bring two more of our clothes."
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan didn't care about the mattress on the ground. Xiaohong should be able to do this kind of thing. They staggered to the outside one after another.
Looking at the disappearing figures of the little son and the little lady of the Wang family, Xiao Hong was there in a daze, and it took a while to react, and muttered, "It's not a monster, I don't know anything, I can't say anything."
Xiaohong trembled and came to the kitchen as instructed. The kitchen had already prepared things. When he took the water and walked back, Xiaohong was still in a trance, walking, and suddenly stopped and muttered to herself. : "If the young master is really a monster, wouldn't the future Patriarch be a monster? It seems not bad. If a monster is the Patriarch, who would dare to bully the people on the Zhuangzi?"
For a moment, Xiao Hong, who had figured it out, became happy, and speeded up his steps to the sandy area behind, and saw the little son and the little lady of the Wang family walking hand in hand there. Not far away were sitting under a tree with the old lady and the old lady. , Looked at the two little guys tossing there with a kind smile.
The scorching sun was gradually sinking, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan once again dragged their tired bodies back to their rooms, endured the soreness, massaged each other, and lay there and gradually fell asleep.
Zhang Wangshi has already ordered these few days to have a pork knuckle every day without salt. For her, for the sake of her children, it seems that there is nothing unbearable.
Waiting for Zhang Wang to feed her milk, and when Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were lying there reading a thousand-character essay, Erniu and Cherry came back, while Pomegranate took a few people to the market to pick up vegetable leaves and stinky fish and shrimps. went.
"Little son, the sauce slabs are all stamped. It's not very good to make sauce at this time. My mother said that she can do it. It will be done in a few days. The money for the custom-made small porcelain jars will also be sent over." Waiting for Zhang Xiaobao and Wang When Juan raised his head to rest his eyes, Er Niu opened his mouth to report.
"Well, do this in advance. You have to worry about it. You will save 10% of the things that are not soybeans in exchange for them. You can transport the rest to the yard and find a place for me to put them together. People write it down and send it to me.
You don’t have to come every day. You can come once every three or two days. If you have any indecision, you can also ask me. Let’s rest in the yard tonight and go back tomorrow morning. "
Zhang Xiaobao thought about it for a while, gave the second cow, and then glanced at the cherries standing aside, nodded, and the cherries stepped forward and said, "Little son, the kang you mentioned has been plated and dried, and a lot of eggs have also been bought. , I feel the chicken coop every day and think it's okay."
"Are you ready? That's it. Just do as I said. After about 20 days, there will be chickens out of the shell. I will think about it again. I will tell you and listen to the details tomorrow. This thing... I know, see Pomegranate, let her speed up." Zhang Xiaobao pondered for a while, then said slowly.
When Cherry left, Wang Juan stared at Zhang Xiaobao and suddenly smiled, "I really thought you knew everything, but you also have a guilty conscience. Are you familiar with it? Why are you so embarrassed?"
"You can't be unfamiliar. Cherry has already mastered the temperature. What is needed is that I give her confidence. It is not easy to be a person in power." Zhang Xiaobao clicked and continued to read after talking. This is not only to read, but also to recite.
Wang Juan didn’t say anything for a while, staring straight at the heavily drawn characters, and then said after a while: “In fact, it’s not easy to live. Who knows what tomorrow will be like? Natural disasters, man-made disasters, can’t be avoided. , Then face it, what do you want that thing to do?"
Wang Juan's thinking is also relatively strong, and he was still emotional before, but he went elsewhere as soon as he changed his words.
"Reward, make more money in the future, will be subject to suspicion by others, I may not have the mind to manage internal affairs, now I need to consolidate people's hearts, I request that the two Zhuangzi Zhang and Wang must be monolithic, fortunately someone will help." Zhang Xiaobao flipped Said one page.
Wang Juan turned it back again. She hadn't finished reading it yet.
"Song Jinggong, the liar, can get a sum of money from him, look quickly, and then look at another page to sleep." Zhang Xiaobao said with a yawn.
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It's another sunny day, the early morning wind is still cool, and the chirping birds are like sunlight passing through the cracks in the leaves. I can always feel its existence inadvertently. The little boy and the idle adult, They all fiddled with the firewood at home, took out the rotten things underneath, and carefully piled them aside, waiting for someone to replace them.
Song Jinggong didn’t go back yesterday, so she found a random house on Zhuangzi to stay overnight. According to him, he, a good man, stayed for a few nights, and that family should have taken care of the food and won’t ask for a penny. Who knows these two neighbors? The people on Zhuangzi actually asked him for money.
Five cents for a night stay, five cents for a meal, still without meat, ten cents with meat, just a broken vegetable, not to mention the taste is not good, there is not much oil and water, fifteen cents before, to the town It's enough to live in the inn, and I can drink a bowl of wine.
When he left that family, Song Jinggong still cursed secretly that all the money he had was given to the little boy of the Zhang family. He actually took away a piece of inkstone from the Four Treasures of the study that he brought with him. The inkstone was bought for fifty liters. I stayed in a broken bed for one night, a bowl of brown rice and a plate of fried leeks with eggs, even considered a meat dish.
With a depressed mood, even if the weather is so good, Song Jinggong could not cheer up. If he hadn't been asked to go to Yu and Yin, Song Jinggong was really ready to leave here. At this moment, the things are sent. Don’t deceive him. Not willing to say anything.
Imagining the scene of crying Zhangjiazhuang’s people into tears, Song Jinggong finally felt a little better in her heart. He hurried along, and when he was about to approach the largest yard on the Zhuangzhuang, he slowed down and trimmed the cedar. To the gate, he said, "Can anyone who doesn't know the master of the village be there? Song Jinggong came to visit."
The man at the door had already been ordered, and he glanced at the door and said nothing.
Song Jinggong waited for a while, and had to reach out and knock on the door. Someone inside opened the small door and poked his head to look at Song Jinggong and said, "What's the matter?"
"I'm Song Jinggong, I want to see the person in charge of your house." Song Jinggong cleared her throat and said loudly.
"I don't know, but there is a famous post? How can the person in charge of my house be able to see it casually?" The concierge pouted his lips disdainfully.
"I was here yesterday, with your little son, why didn't I know it today?" Song Jinggong was angry and couldn't express it directly, so she had to continue.
"Yesterday, I only saw the little son, and I have never seen anyone else. Oh, isn't this son Zheng? You are here, I will soon ask, and the younger one will let you know." The concierge was talking and suddenly changed one. Zhang Lian, greeted Song Jinggong's back, turned around, and ran back.
When Song Jinggong heard the concierge say, she turned her head to watch, and saw a young man in his twenties and twenties standing there with a smile on his face, a small coat on his upper body and a tight-knit garter underneath, and he did not look like a rich man. Why did the concierge treat this way
With doubts, Song Jinggong folded his hands to this person and said, "It turns out that it is Master Zheng, who is reasonable in Xia Zai, whose surname is Song."
"Oh, oh, good son Song, I don't know if Song is the same as Mr. Song, he came to borrow money?" This Mr. Zheng seemed to not know what to keep secret, so he opened his mouth and said his purpose.
"Borrowing money? Then I don't know why the concierge treats me separately?" Song Jinggong wanted to figure out what's the difference.
"Oh, Song Gongzi must be an upright person, although I borrow money, but every time I come..."
"Princess Zheng, please come inside." Just when Song Jinggong wanted to know the reason, the concierge came back and stood at the door to greet him. Mr. Zheng smiled and thanked him, and handed over a bunch of copper coins worth three hundred yuan. She gave it to the porter, and walked in under the respectful wait of the porter.
Looking at the figure of Master Zheng going away, the concierge weighed the money in his hand with a smile on his face, and happily collected it. When he saw Song Jinggong again, he suddenly snorted without saying anything, turned and went in.
Song Jinggong knew the reason now, gritted his teeth, turned and left. It wasn't that he didn't want to cheat, but he went back to withdraw money. He finally understood what was going on with the concierge. It was really good to see the king, and the little devil was awkward.