What kind of bad thoughts can my grandpa have?

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"That Mr. Zhou Niansheng really knows what to do!"

Daji angrily stuffed a chopstick of vegetables into his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Isn't he just a male prostitute? The young master kindly saved him, so he really thought he would fly to the phoenix branch? Do all kinds of things about me." It’s nothing more than chores, and he wants me to go to West Street to buy shortbread and sugar cakes for him, am I his father? What about snacks?”

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"And the eldest lady of the Zhu family, it's just terrible!"

Daji snorted a few times, "Obviously I have already assigned a little maid to serve her, but she is still dissatisfied. She doesn't say anything about picking at me, and even points and shouts at everyone in the house. A mere foreigner The merchant's daughter, her tone was so loud that even the emperor and I were willing to bow down. In fact, after the young master rescued her, he had already contacted her family. Did you go under the name of the second young lady of the Nanfu? The young master too, everyone brought to the mansion..."

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Skull pain.

Under Daji's nagging, Yuan Xiaoyan became acquainted with all walks of life in Nanfengjing's courtyard, including Zhou Niansheng who was rescued in Tongxiulou, Zhu Xiaojiao, the daughter of a merchant rescued somewhere out of town, and a woman who lived with him. He is similar to the ordinary people in the market, Song Anmiao.

Yuan Xiaoyan thought, could it be that Nan Fengjing has some hero complex, otherwise why would he always bring people he doesn't know back home?

Too busy?

Four days later, Yuan Xiaoyan's injury has healed, and he wanted to go home. Although Nan Fengjing promised to help him handle the family affairs, he was a little worried about leaving his aunt with leg problems alone at home.

Besides, the old shopkeeper got involved in this matter, as for the second brother, does the second brother also know the inside story, he has to investigate this matter clearly.

Thinking like this, Yuan Xiaoyan walked out of the small courtyard where he lived.

This was the first time he walked out of his room, and Yuan Xiaoyan realized that Nanfu was really big when he was walking around.This place is not the main residence of the Prime Minister Nanfu, but the mansion that the Prime Minister bought for Nan Fengjing outside, it can be regarded as the second residence of Nanfu, although it does not look grand, but it is big enough.

That's right, Nanfeng Jing loves to 'pick up people', so it's suitable for 'raising people'.

Rough commoner clothes, turban and small bun, he was dressed like ordinary servants, so he walked around at will in many places without being stopped, until he accidentally met Zhu Xiaojiao.

Although Yuan Xiaoyan had never seen Zhu Xiaojiao's appearance, but the proud man who looked like a big rooster was yelling not far from him, making it difficult for Yuan Xiaoyan to guess correctly.

"How do you do it? My handkerchief is very expensive. You can't afford to sell the gold thread on it. How dare you wash it!"

Yuan Xiaoyan could hear Zhu Xiaojiao's high-spirited roar from far away, and he trembled unconsciously.It wasn't the first day that the rich lady bullied the maid. Yuan Xiaoyan was timid and didn't want to stay for a moment, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"You stinky girl, you cheap maid, I'll tell Young Master Nan tomorrow, just wait!"

The scolding and crying came into the ears, accompanied by the sound of several slaps falling again and again, it was very shrill.Yuan Xiaoyan couldn't bear it, so he hid behind a rockery on one side, sneaking a peek at the situation.

Seeing a little girl being pushed to the ground by Zhu Xiaojiao, Yuan Xiaoyan was a little angry, but she was too afraid to come forward, so she had to suppress her anger and stayed behind the rockery to observe the situation.After Zhu Xiaojiao's group left in a mighty manner, Yuan Xiaoyan hurried forward to help the little maid.

"Are you OK?"

The little maid looked at fourteen or fifteen years old, her face was swollen and her eyes were red from crying, but she was still holding the handkerchief that Zhu Xiaojiao threw on her face just now, she shed tears and whispered, "What should I do, Miss Zhu said this is very expensive, and she wants to tell the young master that she will sell me to lose money."

Yuan Xiaoyan got angry, "If your young master really sells you because of such a trivial matter, then you should worship Buddha and burn incense, thank God... for giving you a chance to stay away from him."

The little maid was crying and her face was covered with tears. She didn't know whether she was surprised to hear Yuan Xiaoyan stuttering, or she didn't understand what Yuan Xiaoyan meant. Anyway, she saw Yuan Xiaoyan After Yan glanced at it, he stared at the handkerchief aggrievedly and wept again, "What should I do with this handkerchief? I don't have so much money, how can I pay Miss Zhu?"

Yuan Xiaoyan was helpless, he took the handkerchief and looked at it, but the gold thread on the handkerchief had been washed out, it was a simple matter of re-sewing, so he said, "Let me help you, I will do this job. "

He is really good at work, but he is not good at coaxing people.All the way back to the room, the little girl Juanzi stared nervously at his hands sewing the handkerchief while crying, Yuan Xiaoyan felt like his head was going to explode, why did the girl have so many tears?

"Don't cry, I really...can sew well." Yuan Xiaoyan persuaded again.

"Brother Yuan, I know, but I just can't help but want to cry." Juanzi cried miserably, "Ms. Zhu slapped me several times just now, and now my face is in hot pain, and the pain makes me feel wronged. "

"Why are you wronged? I'm really wronged...just slap me back." Yuan Xiaoyan is hard-hearted, and the precepts of his Yuan family's ancestors are never tender.

"I dare not, I don't have the guts." Juanzi cried softly.

Yuan Xiaoyan had no choice but to pick up the thread that was broken by the first needle, and said: "She is not your master, why serve her? Besides, isn't your master...not here? Even if you don't serve that kind of person, there is no What will people... say, whoever pays you the monthly money is... your uncle."

"Slave dog, what are you making up in front of my servant while I'm not here?"

Yuan Xiaoyan was startled, and looked back, the real master is here!Look at the person standing at the door, who else could it be if not Nan Fengjing! ?

"Master!" Juanzi raised her head and saw her uncle suddenly appearing, she stood up immediately, her face was full of panic, and the tears that had just stopped streaming down again.

Big big tears, like mourning.

bad.

Nan Fengjing looked helplessly at Juanzi who was crying uncontrollably, and waved his hands, "Okay, okay, don't cry, hurry up, I'm just kidding, I don't care about anything, you go first started crying."

"I'm sorry, master. This servant couldn't help it. It wasn't intentional. Please forgive me, master." Juanzi wiped away her tears, "This servant will pour tea for master."

Yuan Xiaoyan looked at the handkerchief that was almost mended in his hand, and thought quietly, why didn't he think of pouring him some tea when he was so kind-hearted to help mend the handkerchief.

Nan Fengjing walked up to Yuan Xiaoyan, but he noticed the handkerchief on Yuan Xiaoyan's hand first, "Healed up? Why are you messing around with such a woman?"

What kind of woman's thing, Yuan Xiaoyan felt in his heart, and pointed to the place where the silk thread jumped off, "It's broken here, I'll help... sew it up."

Nan Fengjing frowned, scratching his ears with his hands, "I haven't listened to you for a few days, but now I hear it all of a sudden, my ears are itchy again, it really scratches me."

Yuan Xiaoyan glared at him.

"Is your injury healed?" Nan Fengjing sat down.

Yuan Xiaoyan learned to be good, he didn't speak, but nodded.

Nan Fengjing said with a sullen face, "I couldn't find out the basement you mentioned last time."