Qin Eryan nodded slightly and smiled: "Brother Xi, we are using the word "moon" to make orders. We are in trouble. You might as well give it a try."

Qin Shixi is now ten years old, about the same height as Qin Ersi, who is twelve years old, and is more energetic.

He looked at the high courtyard wall and suddenly recited a poem.

"The old moon was in the east of the Huai River, and I came over the women's wall late at night."

The sisters think this poem is indeed very good in terms of meaning.

The female wall refers to the defensive building on the city wall. It should mourn the old history of the prosperous dynasty, but somehow it feels strange.

Seeing that everyone was frozen, Qin Eryan didn't speak, so she took the initiative to speak.

"Xi'er's poems have made great progress than last year."

"We have been very happy today, so why not stop here."

The sisters nodded one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became active.

At night, the old lady was particularly dear to her granddaughters and grandsons who had been missing for many years, and asked them to accompany her for a long time before they disperse.

Early the next morning, Qin Minxin and Qin Minxiu left the Qin Mansion with their family after saying goodbye to their mother and brother.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Anshoutang admired the golden nude sons with mooncakes, and Ding Jingzhu's rabbit meat business also opened the door through this banquet.

Knowing that Ding Jingzhu raised many rabbits, many managers and servants who wanted to hold weddings and weddings at home asked someone to come to Ding Jingzhu to order some rabbits.

Ding Jingzhu didn't make it high, so she sold it at the market price.

However, Wang Xiaoya and the three mothers have to work hard, and in addition to taking care of the rabbit, they also have to be responsible for delivering goods to their doorsteps.

However, because there was a small news in the mansion, the other maids in Anshoutang recently saw that Ding Jingzhu's expression was wrong.

Ding Jingzhu took the initiative to make more than 30 smoked rabbits and give some to the maids in Anshoutang.

After all, the King of Hell is easy to talk about, but the little devil is difficult to deal with.

Hanhui had no objection after hearing this. Although the two of them immediately started doing this, it took time for the smoked rabbit to be anxious and could not be anxious for a while.

On this day, Ding Jingzhu was taking advantage of the rest to make her last pair of gloves, and Danhong came in from outside with a smile.

Looking at Ding Jingzhu in the corridor, he said, "Are you still making gloves with Yan Xiaolang?"

"I have news about your Yan Xiaolang here, do you want to listen?"

Ding Jingzhu said angrily: "What are yours, Yan Xiaolang has always been his own, and I am Jingzhu himself."

Danhong was not angry: "I turned against you now. Who did you make gloves and who did you give me medicine to before?"

Ding Jingzhu had no choice but to stop her work and asked patiently: "What news do you have?"

Danhong sat down next to Ding Jingzhu with a smile:

"I heard from He Guang that Yan Xiaolang, who is the literary meeting of Xuezheng, has also gone."

"I don't understand what poems I do or what I say."

"But it's true that I got the leader."

Ding Jingzhu didn't have time to be happy for the Yanli group, but Danhong continued:

"Wang Xuezheng asked Yan Xiaolang on the spot, would there be a marriage at home?"

"It seems that it is to betroth a daughter in the family."

Hearing this, Ding Jingzhu was nervous, but still said as if nothing had happened: "What about?"

Danhong stopped talking, looked Ding Jingzhu up and down, left and right a few times, and saw that she was not nervous at all, and then she gave the result.

"Yan Xiaolang told Wang Xuezheng that he was young and had to study hard, and only after he achieved success was he considered building a family."

Ding Jingzhu knew that this was a polite rejection of Wang Xuezheng's blue eyes, but even the daughter of an official refused. What is her servant and maid?

Seeing that Ding Jingzhu was not in high spirits, Danhong was a little puzzled:

"Jingzhu, shouldn't you be happy? Yan Xiaolang is so kind."

Ding Jingzhu looked up at Danhong with confusion.

Danhong smiled with a smile: "After Yan Xiaolang rejected Wang Xuezheng, he said that he had rarely had contact with women since he was a child, and there was only one person who had had secrets and dared not to let him down."

"I hope Wang Xuezheng will not be angry and blamed him. Wang Xuezheng sighed for a long time, but he still didn't say anything."

Ding Jingzhu felt a little relieved, but she didn't dare to let go of half.

Since the Chinese Valentine's Day, the two of them watched the fireworks and the poems they had with each other, they had become friends.

But in today's world and class, as well as cumbersome human affairs, I don't know if this young relationship can produce a result.

Ding Jingzhu pressed down all kinds of thoughts in her heart and said to Danhong:

"Thank you for thinking about me, but maybe in the future."

"Speaking of this, when you saw a male servant in the past, you would like to combine two words into one word, the less you say, the better."

"How come Kazuna has so many words to say?"

Danhong pretended to be angry, patted Ding Jingzhu's arm and said:

"I'm going to die, where is your Yan Xiaolang?"

"Why are you joking about me?"

The two of them joked for a while before they went to do their own errands.

At night, Ding Jingzhu took out the Qingbi Ling jade pendant given to him by the Serious Group and played with it from time to time.

But I couldn't help but think of Yan Liqun, those eyes that were like the deepest ink.

Half a month later, Wang Xiaoya took advantage of her time to come to Qin's mansion to deliver smoked dried rabbits to Ding Jingzhu.

Ding Jingzhu felt a little embarrassed when she looked at her hard work.

"You have been tired these days. When we check the accounts at the end of the year and you get the dividends in your hands, you will know that I am not trying to waste your work."

Wang Xiaoya wiped the sweat from her forehead with her robe:

"I wonder how many girls and wives want to do my job?"

"There are three hundred wages every month, and there will be dividends at the end of the year."

"Did you have to kneel down and thank you and set up a tablet of immortality for you so that you can find that you have helped me a lot?"

"Don't ask me so politely in the future if I'm tired. I'm afraid you've never seen the madam holding a silver needle in her hand and stabbing it under the flesh."

Ding Jingzhu smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

When Wang Xiaoya was rescued from Wenfang's courtyard, she looked like a living dead person.

Now I have developed some energy and look much more straightforward, but my mouth is still as smelly as before.

Seeing that Ding Jingzhu was dirty with the rope tied with the smoked rabbit, Wang Xiaoya took out her handkerchief and put it on Ding Jingzhu's hand.

Wang Xiaoya is wearing a black and white-edged linen skirt today, with a gray cloud-patterned kudzu jacket on her upper body, and her hair is wrapped in a gray cloth scarf, looking almost the same as the civilian girls.

Although clean and tidy, there is no decoration or embroidery at all.

I don’t know if it’s the previous psychological shadow, she doesn’t like to dress up.

Seeing Ding Jingzhu enter through the corner gate of Qin Mansion, Wang Xiaoya rushed back to Jinji Lane.

It was a bit cold in early October, and the rabbit didn't like to move. She also wanted to find someone to build a fire wall and paste the windows according to Ding Jingzhu's instructions.

Ding Jingzhu returned to Anshoutang and left enough for the Youlan Danhong and the others who wanted, so she took the rabbit to find the maids first.

Yu Gong and Jinzhi are the number one person besides Zheng Mama.

In private, oneself and the golden branch are in harmony.
Chapter completed!