How can you use what your aunt gave you
This was said by the old lady Liu.
I'm afraid it's too late to go out and buy it now, right
This was said by Wen Qingzhu.
That's really... Many thanks to Xiao Shiyi.
This was said by Mrs. Wan.
Wanshi lowered his head when he said this.
But Wen Qingzhu could see clearly that Wan's knuckles turned white.
Wen Bogui became an official and Wan's housekeeper, and his reputation was endless.
But the Wen family gave most of their property to Wen Jihua and the Yang family. They seemed to get nothing, but in fact they lived better than anyone else.
At least a piece of fabric like Yunjin, which cost ten taels of silver per piece, could be produced by Wen Qingxin casually.
How could Wan not hate him
She is obviously the mistress of the house, but she can't even decide on two pieces of better cloth.
There have always been rules for the amount of money in the public account.
It's not like Wan didn't say that the family's consumption was too high, but Liu felt that Wan didn't manage the family well.
Wen Qingzhu couldn't tell that the conflicts in the Wen family were increasing day by day.
Soon, Fuyuan delivered the fabric.
Also coming with her was the fourth lady, Mrs. Yang.
Before entering the house, her voice came through.
"Mom! Xin'er is going to Lei's house, so she has to dress up well no matter what."
After Yang entered the house, she asked the maid behind her to bring up two pieces of cloth.
It's not Yun brocade, but the more precious Yun Mist silk.
When Mrs. Liu saw it, she immediately shook her head: "It's just a trip to Lei's house. Yunwuqiao is not appropriate."
Yang didn't care about that. It was rare for her Xin'er to go to the aristocratic family, so she couldn't lose her identity.
"Mother, this Yunwu Xiao is not very valuable. The Lei family is a noble family. Xin'er and the others must not lose the face of the Wen family when they go. What's more, the Lei family has never seen any material, so this Yunwu must be They are all making daily clothes."
"It seems so. The clothes Mrs. Lei San was wearing when she came that day were unusual." Mrs. Liu nodded suddenly, somewhat convinced.
"No, I've already found a tailor. I'm used to making clothes for Xin'er. I just sent this material over to my mother to check it out. If there's no problem, I'll let the tailor do it right away."
Mrs. Liu glanced at Mrs. Wan next to her and said with some hesitation: "But your sister-in-law has already found the tailor."
"Sister-in-law, have you found her yet?" Yang turned to the left and was surprised.
Wan stood beside her, still with a gentle smile on her face: "Since the fourth brother and sister have also found a tailor, let's use the fourth brother and sister's. After all, they are the ones who made Xiao Eleven's clothes."
"Then... I'm really sorry that my sister-in-law's trip was in vain." Yang said sorry, but the smile on her face became brighter.
"Since there is nothing to do, I will leave first." Mrs. Wan couldn't stay any longer, so she asked Mrs. Liu to resign.
Mrs. Liu nodded: "Then go and do your work."
When Mrs. Wan retired, Mrs. Yang became even more unscrupulous in discussing new clothes with Mrs. Liu.
Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting next to him, had been completely ignored by the three people.
But she didn't care, she looked at the door.
Thinking back to the jealousy flashing in Wan's eyes just now when she turned around.
In the days to come, I'm afraid her fourth aunt will suffer.
Compared with intelligence and means, the Yang family is far inferior to the Wan family.
Over the years, if it hadn't been for the support of the old lady and the Wen family's money, the Yang family might not even have any bones left.
Inside the main house of Huayuan.
Mrs. Wan sat on the small couch, holding back the anger in her heart and embroidering stitch by stitch.
Wen Qingfang heard that Wen Qingzhu would not go to Fengguo Temple with her, so she hurried over.
Seeing Wan doing embroidery, she was startled and hurriedly stepped forward: "Mom, be careful with your hands!"
Wan is the legitimate daughter. She has not been skilled in female celebrities since she was a child, but is more proficient in housekeeping and financial management.
However, after marrying into the Wen family, Mrs. Liu, the old lady, favored her because she was not a popular girl.
Later, whenever she got angry, she would start embroidering to calm down her mood.
"Fang'er is here." When Wan saw her daughter, she felt a little better and put down the needle in her hand.
Wen Qingfang walked over and took away the sewing basket.
"Mom, didn't you go discuss making clothes with grandma? Grandma is making things difficult for you again?"
Wan was very pleased with Wen Qingfang's understanding: "It's not your grandmother, it's your fourth aunt. I heard that Wen Shiyi was going to Lei's house and brought two pieces of Yunwu gauze to make clothes."
Hearing this, Wen Qingfang immediately frowned: "It's just a trip to Lei's house, is it necessary to use Yunwuxiao?!"
Yunmuzhi is a specialty of Suzhou, and a certain amount is sent to the capital every year.
Mr. Wen's family does not have such sixty-two pieces of clothing material.
Firstly, the price is too expensive, and secondly, if you want to buy it, you have to find connections to get it.
Thinking of Yang's arrogant face just now, Wan said disdainfully: "The Yang family is two points worse than the Wen family. We don't know many people. How can Wen Shiyi go to a hairpin family like the Lei family? Prepare well to make them look rich."
Wen Qingfang didn't care how expensive the clothes Wen Qingxin wore, but what she was puzzled about was how did Wen Qingzhu know Mrs. Lei San
There was no news at all before.
"Mom, I heard that Mrs. Lei San was a close friend of the Lu family. Which family did she belong to?" Wen Qingfang suddenly thought of Wen Qingzhu's smile yesterday.
Shortly after nightfall, the clothes from Fuyuan were delivered.
The person who came was Danxin, Yang's personal maid.
Wen Qingzhu looked at the clothes in the tray and told Lu Tao: "Take them."
Lu Tao stepped forward, took out a purse and handed it to Danxin: "Thank you for your hard work, sister Danxin."
"You're welcome." Danxin gave her the clothes and put away her purse skillfully.
After weighing it, it was pretty good.
Only then did Danxin say goodbye with satisfaction.
Lu Tao put the clothes on the table, turned them over, and said a little strangely: "Didn't you say they were made of Yunmist silk? Why are they made of Yunjin?"
Wen Qingzhu curled his lips.
Of course, Mrs. Yang was reluctant to give her Yunwu Xiao. Although the fourth house was rich, the fourth uncle had no power.
This Yunwuxiao is still a bit expensive.
Early the next morning, Wen Qingzhu went to the door early to wait.
Wen Mingyu and Wen Qingfang were also going to Wanjia, so they met unexpectedly.
Wan came to see them off and twitched her lips when she saw Wen Qingzhu's clothes.
Wen Qingfang naturally saw it and couldn't help walking up.
"Seventh sister, your clothes are not made by Yunwuxiao, are they?"
Wen Qingzhu said with a natural expression: "Yun Jin made it, and I have to thank Fourth Aunt. She sent someone to do it for me."
Wen Qingfang looked behind Wen Qingzhu, and the Yang mother and daughter approached.
She pretended not to see it and asked deliberately without knowing it: "But yesterday I heard that the fourth aunt was going to make clothes for you out of Yunmuzhuang?"
Just in time, Yang and Wen Qingxin came over.
They happened to hear this sentence, and Mrs. Yang hurriedly came up and explained: "When the tailor made clothes for Xin'er, it exceeded the budget, and the remaining materials were not enough to make a set, so he changed Xiaoqi to Yunjin." .”
Then, Yang turned to look at Wen Qingzhu: "Xiao Qi won't blame aunt, right? Yun Wuxiao is really not enough."
Wen Qingzhu smiled lightly: "How come, my fourth aunt made me clothes, I'm already very happy."
"Really?" Yang actually didn't want to do it for Wen Qingzhu on purpose.
After looking carefully into Wen Qingzhu's eyes for a while, he felt relieved after confirming that she really didn't care.
"Fang'er, get ready to leave." Over there, Wan called to Le Wen Qingfang.
Yang raised his head when he heard the sound, and met Wan's eyes.
The two men's eyes were locked in a battle, neither of them willing to give in.
But Wan was a master after all. She glanced at Wen Qingzhu's clothes lightly, and then gave Yang a smile with unknown meaning.
Yang immediately became anxious and wanted to explain.
However, Wan ignored her at all. After sending Wen Mingyu and Wen Qingxin to the car, she turned around and left without any regret.
Yang gritted her teeth. Yesterday she was only focused on angering Wanshi and did not take Wen Qingzhu into consideration.
This time it was her fault.
"Mom, come and help me, the back of this dress is stuck." Wen Qingxin's voice came from behind.
Yang hurriedly turned around to help her.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and found that Wen Qingxin's clothes turned out to be a light and thin long skirt with tails.
In particular, Wen Qingxin's collarbone was exposed.
Wen Qingzhu was really surprised. He touched his white fox scarf and couldn't help but asked: "Sister Eleven, aren't you cold?"
Hearing this, Wen Qingxin felt angry and subconsciously wanted to speak.
Yang quickly stopped her: "Xin'er! Why are you cold? There is a stove in the carriage, and there is a charcoal fire at Lei's house. You are not cold!"
"I'm not cold!" Wen Qingxin gritted his chattering teeth and said viciously.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qingzhu shrank his neck and raised his hand to tuck in his scarf.
She couldn't afford to be so beautiful and cold.
Yunwu silk is light and translucent, perfect for summer clothes.
Mr. Yang insists on making winter clothes. If they are too thick underneath, they will definitely not look good.
Then you can only wear less to show the value of Yunwuxiao.
After standing there for a while, the servant brought a nanny over.
"Miss Wen Qi." When the nanny saw her face, she shouted enthusiastically.
Wen Qingzhu was a little strange. She didn't seem to recognize the grandma in front of her.
The nun quickly walked up to her and saluted her: "This slave is Nun Zhao who is with the third lady. She came to pick you up."
"Hello, Aunt Zhao." Wen Qingzhu immediately felt blessed.
"You're welcome, Miss Seven." Aunt Zhao immediately helped her up.
Behind them, Yang and Wen Qingxin had just finished their work. When they heard that someone from the Lei family was coming to pick them up, they hurried over.
"Aunt Zhao." Yang was deeply afraid that Aunt Zhao would lead Wen Qingzhu away directly.
Aunt Zhao looked at them, smiled and said hello to her luggage: "Mrs. Wen Si, Miss Wen Eleven"
Yang was stunned, how could Aunt Zhao know them
But she didn't have time to get curious, so she quickly pulled Wen Qingxin and said, "This is my Xin'er. It's Xiaoqi's first time to go out to meet guests. She doesn't understand, so let Xin'er take her there."
When Nanny Zhao heard this, she couldn't help but look at Yang and Wen Qingxin, feeling slightly unhappy.
The Lei family has sent her here to pick up people. Even if it’s her first time out, there’s nothing she doesn’t understand!
What's more, she saw that Miss Wen Qi was polite and polite, so why did she need her sister to take her with her.
In fact, Yang rarely interacts with servants from such aristocratic families. She mostly interacts with people from merchant families.
It was obvious that she was the master and Aunt Zhao was the servant.
Being scrutinized by Aunt Zhao like this, Ms. Yang actually felt a little scared in her heart.