Yanyuan began to be taken over by Aunt Wu again.
But this time, she didn't clean Yanyuan's servants, and she didn't even replace the cleaning lady.
After a few days of fear, the servants of Yanyuan began to feel relieved.
It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the charcoal fires everywhere were once again insufficient.
The charcoal fire allocated to each room was directly less than half that of last year.
Wen Qingzhu actually thinks it doesn't matter. It's better for the body to move more in winter.
But Lu Tao doesn't think so.
Early in the morning, Lu Tao ran back angrily.
"Miss, the people in the West Courtyard are too much! The servants gave money to Mother Qu to buy more charcoal, but when I went there today, a second-class maid from the West Courtyard had my beard cut off!"
Wen Qingzhu was writing a book and said to her calmly: "Don't be angry. The West Courtyard will not cause trouble so blatantly now. Don't worry, the West Courtyard will send the things over if you give it a little more time."
Lu Tao was confused: "Will they really send it back? The West Courtyard has not been in charge of Yanyuan for a long time, and they are short of money, so they probably won't."
Wen Qingzhu continued to write a book and whispered: "Just watch... If they are still so stupid, then I made a mistake."
In the afternoon, Lu Tao brought hot tea to Wen Qingzhu.
After putting down the tea cup, Lu Tao hesitated and didn't leave.
Wen Qingzhu's hands got tired from writing, so he put down his pen and planned to take a rest.
Seeing that Lu Tao seemed to have something to say, he asked, "Did you send it back?"
"Yeah." Lu Tao's voice was a little muffled.
Wen Qingzhu picked up the tea cup and opened the lid, feeling a warm white mist blowing in his face.
When Lu Tao saw that Wen Qingzhu did not continue, he couldn't hold back something in his heart and said, "Not only that, the fourth lady also beat up the maid who took the charcoal away and sold her. This was the first time they had left anyone behind since they took over again. "
"That's right." Wen Qingzhu raised his head and turned to look at the snow outside the window.
This year's heavy snowfall is much worse than last year. I don't know if the victims outside Cannes can bear it.
"By the way, didn't Mother Ye say two days ago that there were many refugees coming to the capital? Jing Zhaoyin has set up a soup kitchen. You asked Mother Ye to buy two hundred taels of rice and deliver it to the soup kitchen."
Lu Tao nodded, but still felt a little strange: "Wouldn't it be better to just give the money directly?"
"Silver..." Maybe not even a penny will reach the refugees.
If she had just sent the rice directly, those people would not go too far to save their face.
"Go and do as I say. Give him rice but not money." Wen Qingzhu told him again.
Mr. Jin, who was in charge of the soup kitchen, was shocked when he saw someone bringing three carts of rice.
Ye's mother directly came forward to deal with this matter, and Shaoyao followed him out to see the situation.
A long queue has formed for the refugees outside the soup kitchen shack.
Mother Ye explained her purpose of coming and at the same time gave Mr. Jin some advice.
"Sorry, Mr. Jin, this is disrespectful." Mother Ye said in a skillful way, so that no one else saw it.
Master Jin collected the money and asked calmly: "Who sent these rice?"
"Wen Mansion." Mother Ye followed Wen Qingzhu's request and did not mention Wen Qingzhu's name alone.
Mr. Jin nodded: "Don't worry, the rice will go where it should."
Mother Ye nodded and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Shaoyao.
She looked at the victims over there and said with a smile: "Master Jin, why don't we distribute them now? It's winter anyway and my family is not busy. We can wait."
Master Jin then looked at the peony in front of him seriously and asked, "Should we just make the rice?"
Shaoyao shook his head: "Let's just cook the porridge. There happens to be a Ruyi Teahouse in the city. I happen to know him. You can borrow a few big pots and firewood. If you don't have enough people, you can also find some people to help."
Mr. Jin, who was in charge here today, originally wanted to refuse, but a voice came from behind.
"Can."
Shaoyao looked up and saw a familiar figure.
It was none other than Su Huo, the Minister of Punishment.
Shaoyao thought for a moment, lowered her head slightly, and avoided his sight.
Su Huo came over with two subordinates.
Mr. Jin immediately saluted Su Huo: "Mr. Su."
"No need to be polite, since this girl has a method, you can use it directly." Su Huo gave the order.
Master Jin looked at a silent subordinate next to him, and finally agreed with his scalp.
"I obey my orders!"
Mother Ye had also seen many scenes, and she immediately smiled and wanted to take Shaoyao to do errands.
Su Huo suddenly looked at Shaoyao's back and said coldly: "I'll go with you."
Mother Ye opened her mouth, and finally Shaoyao said in time: "I'm sorry, Mr. Su."
The group of people just turned around and walked towards the Ruyi Teahouse in the city.
Arriving at Ruyi Tea House, Mother Ye went in to talk to the shopkeeper.
Peony is waiting in the hall.
Su Huo stood beside her, his eyes scanning from top to bottom.
The maid who behaves calmly and upright like this just makes people unable to take their eyes away.
"Mr. Su, when are you going to see me again?" Shaoyao turned around and looked over, with a pair of bottomless eyes like thick ink.
Su Huo frowned: "I was just wondering why Miss Wen came out to deliver the rice in person."
Wen Qingzhu, who was disguised as a peony, sighed: "Isn't it clear, Mr. Su? I just want the rice to really get into the stomachs of the victims."
Su Huo looked at her steadily: "Do you want to help the victims, or does the Wen family want to help the victims?"
Wen Qingzhu looked over with a smile: "Is there any difference?"
Just as Su Huo was about to speak, Mother Ye came over with four guys.
The shopkeeper walked in front and said to Mother Ye at the same time: "Everything is ready. These four guys are also used to helping in the kitchen, so there won't be any problems."
"Thank you so much, shopkeeper." Mother Ye took out a purse and handed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper quickly refused: "You are spending money to do good deeds. It doesn't matter if I, a little boss, contribute some manpower!"
Shaoyao looked at the shopkeeper: "It's better to take over the shopkeeper's job. It's not easy for you to make some money."
After hesitating for a long time, he finally borrowed it: "Thank you so much to Mother Ye and Miss Shaoyao."
After getting their things ready, the group returned to the soup kitchen shed.
Compared with people in the government, the waiters in the teahouses are much more cheerful in their work.
In less than half an hour, four large pots of porridge were ready.
With Su Huo here, Mr. Jin didn't dare to say anything and just asked the refugees to line up in two lines.
Soon, someone discovered that in the two newly opened teams, the white porridge was much thicker.
They slowly sent only two pairs.
In less than half an hour, the long queue and the short queue were clearly distinguishable.
Master Jin's face looked ugly, but he felt relieved in his heart.
There was just one person following him, but his face was dark the whole time.
It's not that Wen Qingzhu didn't notice it, but Su Huo was here and she couldn't do much.
"Isn't Mr. Su dealing with Prince Jing's case? Why do you have time to come here?" Wen Qingzhu asked him when he had nothing to do.
Su Huo glanced at her: "Young lady seems to have a lot of questions."
Wen Qingzhu smiled in a low voice: "Anyway, I have to watch the porridge before leaving, and Mr. Su won't leave either. Why don't we just have a chat?"
After a moment of silence, Su Huo suddenly said: "Nothing can be found in Prince Jing's case."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu glanced at the grandfather and grandson of the victims who were overjoyed to receive the porridge.
She found that the grandfather holding his grandson seemed to be ill.
Wen Qingzhu thought for a while, put Su Huo aside, and walked over.
"Grandpa, do you cough often and the things you cough up are still bloody?" Shaoyao's face was very ordinary, but he had a very special sense of intimacy.
The old man nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he coughed again.
"Ahem!
"Grandpa, don't worry. Just take this medicine and you should be able to improve in half a month." Wen Qingzhu took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve.
The old man quickly declined: "Girl! I can't do it! I can't do it! I know you brought this thick white porridge, so how can I ask for your medicine!"
But Wen Qingzhu forced the medicine bottle into his hand: "Grandpa, don't worry, this medicine was also given to me by Baoding Tang. Although they don't distribute medicine directly, as long as you are willing to work, they can give it to you for free. Healing.”
"Really, really?" The old man in front of him opened his eyes wide, obviously not believing it.
But Wen Qingzhu patiently explained: "I didn't buy this medicine anyway, so you can just accept it with confidence. When you feel better, go over and have a look. Don't you know if what I said is true?"
"Thank you, big sister! I will take grandpa over to have a look!" The little grandson, who was being held by his grandpa, suddenly raised his head, his big bright eyes shining.
After seeing off the grandfather and grandson, Wen Qingzhu turned around and came back.
Su Huo stared at Wen Qingzhu's face for a long time.
However, he didn't ask any more questions. He just felt that Baoding Hall looked familiar.
Slowly, when Wen Qingzhu saw people who were seriously ill, he went over to deliver medicine to them and told them the news about Baoding Hall.
Su Huo stood aside and found that the medicine Wen Qingzhu took out was different every time.
When the porridge was almost finished, Su Huo suddenly asked her: "Can you directly tell what disease those people have?"
Wen Qingzhu smiled modestly: "Master Su, you are exaggerating. I don't have this ability. It's just that their symptoms were so obvious that they couldn't be ignored, so I selectively administered them."
When the porridge was finished, Wen Qingzhu left with the group of people.
Some people who didn't receive the thick white porridge couldn't help but curse.
Su Huo looked up, feeling a little worried in his heart.
As soon as she followed Mama Ye to the gate of Yanyuan, she was stopped by someone.
"You! It's you! Stop!"
Wen Qingzhu didn't pay attention at first, but suddenly someone rushed up from behind and grabbed her sleeve!
"I'm just talking about you!"
Wen Qingzhu slowly turned her head and found to her surprise that she didn't recognize the person in front of her at all.
Mother Ye quickly pushed away the maid's hand and scolded: "No matter how big or small! This is Yanyuan, Miss Wen - Miss Wen Qi's maid, you can do whatever you want!"
But the maid raised her lips and said, "Huh! So what! The one who manages Yanyuan now is Aunt Wu! The seventh lady has just become a caged bird again! She is not just being rounded and squashed by others!"
"Presumptuous! It seems that the Second Madam has become lax in discipline again!" Mother Ye scolded angrily.
But the maid didn't care at all. She only took two steps back, looked at Wen Qingzhu and the others with disdain and said, "If it weren't for the fact that you, Miss Seventh, are the people I trust, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"
"What's the matter with you?" Wen Qingzhu realized that this maid must have something to come over.
Seeing that Wen Qingzhu had such a good attitude, she said arrogantly: "Our real aunt wants to meet your young lady. We will see you at Ziming Hall tomorrow evening. This is your last chance!"
"Real aunt?" Wen Qingzhu frowned, she can actually jump
However, the maid turned around and left, and Wen Qingzhu had no time to ask any more questions.
"Let's go in." Mother Ye looked at the back of the maid over there and said cautiously, "A true aunt would not be so kind!"
"Okay." Wen Qingzhu nodded, turned around, and saw Wen Qinglan behind him.