Daming female local tyrant

After climbing east, Jing Lan felt much more comfortable.

Back in the classroom, that's what she called the big room where the Miss Lu family went to school.

Guo'er had already brewed new tea for her, poured it into a tea bowl, held it for her to drink, and asked her what she wanted to eat.

Jing Lan ate a few crispy salted peanuts with tea this time.

Look at the surrounding ladies of the Lu family who are surrounded by their maids, drinking tea and eating there, except for two people who don't care about eating and drinking.

Shulan and Yilan not only didn't care about eating and drinking during the recess time, but also didn't care about Dengdong.

The two wrote hard, grasping every moment before the embroidery class in the afternoon.

This is probably the price of willfulness. After glancing at them, Jing Lan looked around, and she saw Yu Lan and Ji Lan who were drinking tea and eating snacks in a particularly leisurely manner, joking with the maids around them from time to time.

Fourth Miss Xiulan, who had a good impression of Jinglan, came over with a small teacup in her hand, chatted with Jinglan with a smile, and asked her what she usually likes to do?

Do you like reading, embroidery, or playing chess?

Jing Lan said that she is relatively unpromising, she likes to eat, drink and sleep.

"Impossible. Just now I heard my elder sister recite the thousand-character essay, and she never stopped breathing. And the master asked my sister to write the thousand-character essay silently, and my sister also did it in one go."

"Oh, I'm only familiar with Qianziwen, and I don't know anything else. This is really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

Xiulan covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes sparkled. After laughing, she said, "I never thought that my sister's words are so funny."

Jing Lan laughed dryly and said, "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm telling the truth."

Xiulan was about to speak when there was the sound of a chime knocking outside, and the next class was about to start, so she said that get out of class would be over later, and she would have lunch with Jinglan at noon.

Jing Lan said yes.

This fourth younger sister is also very attractive to her. When she saw her for the first time yesterday, Jing Lan thought she was bright and cute.

Mr. Hu walked in and continued to give lectures. Jing Lan also pretended to turn to the lesson of "The Analects of Women" that Mr. Hu was teaching.

Jing Lan was extremely bored sitting at the bottom, listening to Mr. Hu Laoxi's lectures being clicked and clicked all the time.

Old Mr. Hu saw Jing Lan "fishing" and ignored her. After all, this is a girls' school. The ladies of the Lu family came here to learn a few words, study, and don't need to take exams, so he just turned a blind eye. .

So the class ended in Jing Lan's head bit by bit.

After class was over, the sound of knocking the bell rang again. Jing Lan heard the sound of chairs dragging and footsteps around her, and someone tapped her on the shoulder before she woke up.

Fourth Miss Xiulan smiled beside her: "Eldest Sister, I think you have been a fisherman for half an hour."

Jing Lan said "Oh", looked back at her with a shy smile, and said, "I just said I'm worthless, and you still don't believe me."

Xiulan pulled Jinglan up: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's go, let's have lunch."

Jing Lan agreed, and walked out with Xiulan. Guo'er was already waiting outside the door with a basket.

Seeing that Guoer was alone, Jing Lan asked where Qing Luo had gone.

Guo'er replied: "Girl, sister Qing Luo went to the small kitchen here to get food."

When Xiulan heard Jinglan's question, she told Jinglan that she would not go back to the women's school at noon.

After Mr. Hu's class, the ladies who came to school had half an hour to eat. The food was specially prepared by the cook in the small kitchen here. There were two meat, two vegetables and one soup, and the same food was not repeated every day.

When the maids go to the small kitchen, they can choose their master's favorite dishes, and use the food boxes prepared in the small kitchen to bring them to the dining hall to eat.

"Are the maids eating here too?" Jing Lan asked.

Xiulan said: "There are a lot of dishes here, we can't even eat half of them. Before eating, we can share half of the dishes, and the maids will eat after we have eaten."

The two said as they walked, they arrived at the dining hall in a short while, and Xiulan led Jinglan in ahead.

After entering, Jing Lan found several red-lacquered round tables, each with a chair and two drum stools.

Looking at the configuration, Jing Lan knew that there was a strict classification of high and low.

The chairs must be for the ladies, and the maids can only sit on drum stools.

Xiulan wanted to have dinner with Jinglan today, so she asked the maid in front of her to move a chair and sit next to Jinglan. After a while, her maid Lianqiu and Jinglan's maid Qing Luo came over with food boxes up.

The two maids laid out the dishes in the food boxes they brought and put them on a table. Eight dishes and two soups were placed on the table.

Looking at the portions of these dishes, they are all big plates, and one plate is like two ordinary plates.

Could it be that the cooks here are lazy in cooking, deliberately making so much food, so that the ladies can share it with the maids, so they don't have to cook.

Although there is such suspicion, Jing Lan still likes such a large plate, which saves trouble and allows her maids to eat better.

So when she divides the dishes, she divides more than two-thirds, leaving one-third for herself.

With Xiulan sharing the table, Jinglan would have to eat four more dishes, plus Xiulan tried her best to invite her to taste her favorite dishes, so Jinglan was not polite.

In the dining hall, the young ladies of the Lu family changed the custom of eating with their elders, talking and laughing non-stop while eating, restoring the youth and vitality of girls of this age.

Xiulan put down the bowl and chopsticks after eating a bowl of rice. She watched Jinglan eat, and then quietly asked Jinglan what she thought about Shulan occupying the chair where the eldest daughter of the Lu family should sit.

Jing Lan let out an "oh" and said, "It's just a table, she can sit as she pleases."

Xiulan said that she didn't think so, because a sage has something to say, and if the name is not correct, the words will not go well, and the name must be corrected.Since ancient times, old and young have been orderly. Mr. Hu may have forgotten this matter today. If Jing Lan wants to rectify her name, she must first start with this seat. She thinks Jing Lan should let Shu Lan Step aside.

Jing Lan ate in silence, noncommittal to Xiulan's words.

She thought, in fact, what Xiulan said was also reasonable, but what Qingluo said to her still lingered in her ears, and seeing Shulan's aggressiveness again today, she was really embarrassed.

If you can't make a decision, just put it off, this is one of the ways Shen Wan taught Jing Lan to handle things.

So after she finished her meal, she put down the dishes and said that she would consider Xiulan's suggestion.

Then she left the dining hall on the grounds that her maids wanted to eat, and asked Xiulan to take her to the embroiderer's room.

When Jing Lan went in, she found that some ladies from the Lu family had already entered the embroidery room, doing female reds or embroidery in it.

She walked over to watch their embroidery curiously, and found that their embroidery skills were really good, at least embroidering fish, butterflies, kingfishers and the like was very similar.

Jing Lan asked them how long it took them to embroider with such skills. Most of them said that they started to embroider when they were five or six years old, and they had learned it for more than three years under the hands of Master Wan in the embroidering room.

After hearing what they said, Jing Lan was speechless, thinking that she was doomed.

Because she knows nothing about embroidery except threading and mending.During the few years that I followed Shen Wan, I never touched an embroidery needle.She is good at calculating accounts, but she is really not good at embroidery and needlework.

I hope that the master Wan invited by the ancestor will not be too hard on himself.

With this mentality, Jing Lan sat in the last corner of the embroidery room, but was discovered by Master Wan who walked into the embroidery room later. Embroider a few stitches for yourself.

After Jing Lan bit the bullet and embroidered a few stitches, Master Wan shook her head and said that Jing Lan's embroidery skills were not a little bit worse than other ladies.The old ancestor told her that Jinglan would at least be able to get by with embroidery and needlework within a year and a half.Therefore, she asked Jing Lan to take things back to embroider every day, otherwise she would not be able to become a teacher.

"Yes, master." Jing Lan replied obediently.

At one and a half in the afternoon, during the nearly three-hour embroidery class, Jing Lan's fingers were often pricked by needles. Before returning home, Master Wan handed her a handkerchief with nine butterflies drawn on it. She asked Jing Lan to embroider all night. One, come to class every day to check her up.

When walking back with the handkerchief of nine butterflies, Jing Lan sighed, which made Qing Luo and Guo Er laugh.

Shu Lan, who was walking behind them, felt a little happier when she heard Jing Lan sigh.

Shu Lan was punished by Mr. Hu for copying books today, so she didn't eat lunch, and finally finished copying before Master Wan entered the embroidery room without being late.

The Fifth Miss, Yilan, couldn't finish the investigation at the same time as her. The two met when they rushed into the embroidery room, and they almost grabbed each other, but it was their maid who pulled them away.

When Jing Lan was leaving school, she was stopped by the maid sent by the old lady on the way, and asked her to follow to Fuhai Hall.

When I arrived at Fuhai Hall, I met Mrs. Feng.

After Feng asked her about her study today, she took out an account book and an abacus, and asked Jing Lan to do the calculations in front of her.

After Jing Lan sat down, she flipped through the ledger with one hand and dialed the abacus beads with the other.

Jing Lan quickly finished the entire account book, and the reported numbers were completely correct.

Feng Shi nodded and smiled, saying that Jing Lan had passed the test by looking at the accounts.

Then Mrs. Feng personally took Jing Lan to the small kitchen of Fu Hai Tang, and asked her to cook four dishes and one soup with the dishes she saw in front of her.

Jing Lan saw two eggs, a handful of leeks, a handful of beans, a piece of meat, and a piece of tofu on the chopping board.

She thought about it for a while and then started to wash the leeks and beans.

She scrambled an egg with leeks, shredded half of the beans, shredded the meat, and fried shredded pork with beans.

These are the two meat dishes. The tofu is cut to make braised tofu, and the remaining beans are stir-fried with raw beans. These are the two vegetarian dishes.

In the end, she made egg drop soup with the remaining eggs, and put a few drops of sesame oil in it when it was out of the pot. It looked good and smelled delicious.

It only took Jing Lan a quarter of an hour to finish these dishes.

Feng Shi saw that the smile was covered with wrinkles, and the maids who followed her in also nodded secretly.

Finally she said: "Tonight, I'll eat these dishes made by Alan, they look delicious and delicious!"

The people next to him flattered and said that the ancestors were very lucky, and that they would have a great-granddaughter who can cook so well, and they would be able to enjoy the food in the future.

Feng Shi was overjoyed, and took off a red gold bracelet with the inscription "Fushou Wushuang" engraved on the hairpin on her wrist, and gave it to Jing Lan, and said that Jing Lan had passed the test, and she didn't need to learn from her granddaughter-in-law, Ran Shi.

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