After walking out of the gate of the patriarch's house, people were chatting in twos and threes. Naturally, they were talking about what had just happened in the hall. Their eyes were on the mother and daughter passing by them with their heads lowered. The difference from the past was that their eyes were not sweeping. But when they pass by, they will stay for a moment, with inquiry and curiosity in their eyes.
Standing on the front door steps, an old man and a woman in her thirties looked away from the retreating figure.
This old man was one of the seven people in power in the clan in the hall just now, and the woman was the one who reminded Gu Shiba Niang of his sixth uncle's title.
"Fifth brother, what do you think?" the woman said.
She has a slender figure, a delicate face, fair complexion, high black hair with a white flower. She is wearing a silver-white satin and white silk thin cotton skirt. She stands there gracefully, like a banished immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
He is only in his thirties, but he calls the nearly seventy-year-old man next to him a brother, which shows that he is very senior.
"Third sister-in-law..." the old man twisted his beard and smiled, "I haven't done anything so interesting in many years..."
When the woman heard this, she smiled slightly, like ice crystals melting, as pure and soft as water.
"This is the first time I've seen someone at home who dares to ask for something so confidently..." she said calmly, taking a step forward.
Two little girls in plain clothes standing quietly behind him hurriedly followed.
"Third sister-in-law." Seeing that she was about to leave, the old man hurriedly tried to persuade her to stay, "The patriarch said that I want you to take a look at this gift list."
The woman stopped and thought for a moment, "Well, since he gave me face, I can't lose his face, so let's take a look."
The old man smiled and nodded, stepped aside and asked her to go ahead. An old man was so respectful to him, and the woman did not feel any discomfort at all, her posture was elegant and calm.
In the living room of the patriarch's mansion, the steward who was holding a thick stack of gift lists had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the two of them finally arrived, he hurriedly welcomed them. Without much chatter, he started to read out each item one by one.
The old man leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to meditate. The woman looked attentive, but her eyes rested on the swaying wintersweet flowers outside the window.
I don’t know how much these two people listened to...
There was no inquiry, the steward read it easily, and soon there wasn't much left.
"Wait a minute..." The old man suddenly reached out and waved his hand, his eyes still closed, "Who were you reading just now?"
The manager was reading about the gifts given by relatives and friends during the funeral. The elders in the family were naturally familiar with these interpersonal relationships, so whenever a strange name passed by his ears, it would attract special attention.
"...Two thousand and one taels of silver seal, three pieces of plain cloth..." The steward hurriedly turned back to the list to look at it.
"I'm talking about who gave the gift." The old man opened his eyes and glared at the person in charge.
"Yes," the steward said hurriedly, picked up a post, opened it and looked at it: "Master Wu, this is a separate gift list..."
Some close friends give more substantial gifts, and they will take the form of sending posts directly without putting them on the gift list. This is not uncommon for the elderly.
"Nian." The old man said as he sat upright without closing his eyes.
"Yes." The steward replied, picking up the separate gift list, "...two thousand and one taels of silver seal, three pieces of plain cloth, five loads of food boxes...".
The old man nodded slightly. For a white matter, this gift was indeed not thin.
"...Su Anbao and Tang Wang Zhangzhang respectfully express their condolences..." the steward read.
"Su'an?" The old man was stunned for a moment, "Wait... who gave it to you?"
The steward quickly looked at it again to confirm that he read it correctly, "Su'an, Baohetang, Wang Yiyi..."
"Baohe Hall?" The old man turned to look at the woman.
"It's a medicine store, a time-honored brand in the capital. We also have a semicolon in Jiankang. It was once exclusively supplied by the medical warehouse of the Taiyuan Hospital." The woman still put her head in her hands and looked out the window and said calmly.
"Oh..." The confusion on the old man's face became more intense. The Gu family's business was mostly wood, food and spices, and they had never interacted with doctors in medicine shops. After hearing the woman's reminder, he had some impressions of this Baohe Hall. , but it's just an impression. I have never met Wang Yiyi.
"Baozhong," the old man looked at the manager with a puzzled look on his face, "Are you sure our family has not opened a medicine shop?"
The manager smiled and held back. To be honest, he was confused after looking at the gift list.
"No, Master Wu," he replied.
This is strange. The old man reached out and took the gift list. Could it be that he gave it to the wrong person
Otherwise, if you want something, the Gu family naturally has people who are officials and politicians. Could it be that you need some help? However, according to what the third sister-in-law said, she was once the exclusive supplier of prescriptions for the Tai Hospital, so I guess the relationship with the family must be quite big...
The old man rubbed his brows and thought, but couldn't come up with a clue.
"Is there another medicine man named Gu who happens to be the same as the old man? Baozhong, have you heard of anyone..." He said, his eyes fell on the end of the gift list, and his voice came suddenly.
Su Anbao and Tang Wangzhang pay their respects and express their condolences to the eighteenth young lady.
"Ha." The expression on his face changed, and he shouted twice more, then handed the gift list to the woman, "Ha... Third sister-in-law, take a look..."
Only then did the woman look away, stretched out her slender fingers to take it, and glanced at it, a trace of surprise appeared on her cold face.
"Interesting, interesting..." the old man said repeatedly, with a face that couldn't tell whether he was surprised or surprised.
The woman nodded slightly, and the smile on her lips spread. The dull days had passed for a long time.
"It seems that our little lady who grew up outside is a little unusual..." The old man touched his wrinkled lower jaw and said with a smile.
The woman nodded and smiled slightly, "It seems that our eldest nephew said something too early this time..."
Although they had no idea what the relationship was, it must not be simple for a teenage girl to have the owner of such a big medicine store deliver funeral rites.
"Baozhong, my third sister-in-law and I have seen these. It's no problem. Put them away. The patriarch is busy, so there's no need to disturb him." The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, with a smile on his face like a blooming chrysanthemum.
With a slight smile on her lips, the woman looked out the door, "We're going to see a good show..."
Three days later, news came that the Cao family had indeed found someone to repair their house at Xijiekou and moved in.
This news was quickly revealed and did not attract much inquiring attention.
The life of Gu Shiba Niang's family was like living in Xianren County. If they hadn't occasionally looked at them twice while walking on Gujia Street, and the eldest uncle's family saw them, their noses were not noses and eyes were not eyes. That day in the patriarch's hall Gu Shiba Niang felt that maybe it didn't happen.
Sometimes, she felt that she was dreaming. The 23-year-old Gu Shiba Niang dreamed of the 13-year-old Gu Shiba Niang, or the 13-year-old Gu Shiba Niang dreamed of the 23-year-old...
She would still wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. When she woke up, she would grab the mirror and see which face was in the mirror. Every time she saw the tender face of thirteen years old, she would burst into tears...
So lucky, everything is still in time