Shuangjiao

A few flashes of lightning flashed at the end of the sky.

"Qiniang, it's going to rain, don't sit on the piano platform."

When the weather is good, Ling Rou likes to move the piano to a ventilated place and sit.Several maidservants worked together to move the piano platform to the inner room, and when they turned around, they saw Ling Rou was still standing there blankly, looking at a loss.

"By the way, Qiniang, Wen's family sent some wild game. It is said that it was sent by Mrs. Wen..." At this point, the maidservant's face was a little strange, "There are too many things in the kitchen, if you can't eat them all , I’m afraid it will be broken, I want to ask if you want to eat some first, and then put the rest in the ice cellar.”

She became more and more fascinated by the relationship between her Qiniang and Miss Wen.Qiniang didn't like Miss Wen very much at first, she thought she was rude and barbaric, so she looked down on her.Now, for some reason, the two gradually began to communicate.

Regardless of the year or festival, there are still people who send this to that...

"Put it in the ice cellar." Ling Rou came back to her senses and replied.

Wen Xueqing didn't know what the reason was, and she would send this or that when she was free, most of which were worthless food or gadgets made by craftsmen.Last time, they even sent two clay dolls over. Looking at the costumes of the characters, they are two beautiful little ladies.

The two little dolls started with delicate and smooth hands, and their expressions were lifelike.

One of the maids was divided, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the other puppet with the corners of her mouth raised and eyebrows bent.The other puppet did not look back, but stood upright, with its hands naturally hanging by its sides.A gust of wind blew her sleeves back and entangled with another doll.

Ling Rou raised her hand and tapped Suiyun bun, which was standing upright with the puppet, even the bun was twisted backwards.

"Why don't you look back at me?"

The clothes on the Suiyunji puppet are complicated, no matter how Lingrou looks like the clothes worn by Wen Xueqing.

Unable to twist the cheek of the Suiyun bun doll, but seeing the expressionless expression on the doll's face, Ling Rou felt irritable. The doll was made too finely, she was reluctant to just drop it, and was very upset, so she just took it A small bamboo basket woven with rattan sent by Wen Xueqing covered the doll obliquely from the head down, and the rest of the bottom was connected to another doll.

After tidying up a lot of things, the maid turned her head and saw this scene, and laughed: "What are you doing, little lady?"

"Bichen." Lingrou replied without changing his expression.

"Don't you need the other one?" The maid looked at the two cute dolls in confusion, "I think it's a bit like..."

The other puppet, how does she look like the little lady of the Wen family? My Qiniang didn't put a bamboo basket on the little lady Wen, because she wanted her to suffer from wind and rain?

Should I tell Qiniang's little thoughts?

Will Qiniang become angry from embarrassment?

The maid was in a tangle.

"No need." Lingrou no longer looked at the doll, turned her head and walked away.

——Let Wen Xueqing immerse herself in the darkness!

After the lightning, it was pouring rain.

Ling Rou stared at the water splashes on the ground for a while, and suddenly remembered: Wen Xueqing went out of the city again today.

When I go back to the city later, do I want to bring her something again?It seemed that every time Wen Xueqing went out of the city, she would bring her something.

If the things she sent can satisfy her, maybe she can let Wen Xueqing take a look at what sunshine looks like at her discretion?

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"This rain is really heavy."

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Wen Jiming let out a long sigh.

The rain has finally come, relieving the upcoming drought in Linzhou, and this year's autumn harvest will be no worries.That's a good thing, but...

He turned around and looked back, and the two young people in the room had already taken advantage of this gap to bargain with the homeless craftsmen.

They are in a simple house for resettling refugees outside Linzhou city.Because of the sudden rain, it was too late to go back to the Yamen, so they could only temporarily stay under the same roof with the refugees.

It would be fine if Wen Jiming was alone in the past, but these days he has been studying with Wen Xueqing behind him. Even Wen Liulang, who didn't have class today, is clamoring to come out to learn more.

Good and bad are mixed together, some of these refugees are really honest, just want to find a safe place to live, but some, I am afraid they are vicious and vicious people who fled while taking advantage of the chaos.The two children were so close to them so unsuspectingly, if the murderer took the opportunity to hold them hostage, they would fall into a passive position.

It can only make the relatives pay attention to the safety of the two of them, and they must not be taken advantage of by others.

"It's only this price, it won't work if it's too low or too high." Wen Xueqing flatly rejected the idea of ​​the refugees wanting to raise the price, "It's not that I won't let you. If you offer a low price, I'll raise it. But you're too high. No, you can’t let me lose, can you?”

Standing beside her, Wen Liulang nodded seriously: "Sister is right."

The refugee opened his mouth, still unwilling to give up.

They fled from the south, and Linzhou State Shepherd Wen'an settled them down and gave them barren land.Let them build water conservancy, civil engineering, and work for relief to support themselves. Although they have a job, they can barely maintain food and clothing.After all, not everyone has a lot of strength, and there are still many families who have old and weak to support, and it is still not enough to do these things with strength.I can only pick up the previous craftsmanship in my spare time and start business again.

The bright and beautiful little lady in front of her is said to be the daughter of Duke Wen. These days, she bought a lot of things from craftsmen like them one after another, all at high prices, which made them a lot of money.

"Old man," Wen Xueqing said solemnly, "Although my family is rich, it's not like this. My father and brother worked hard to manage and manage a piece of land, and it was not easy to do paperwork every day."

The refugee turned his head away and stopped talking.

These nobles, there are also money ghosts who love money like their lives. They sit comfortably in the house every day, read, write and become high-ranking officials. How can they sweat and sweat under the scorching sun?

He has not given a firm wish, Wen Xueqing frowned, and said loudly: "If that's the case, then I won't do it."

"What?" The refugee was startled and looked at her in disbelief.

Wen Xueqing took Wen Liulang's hand, pretended to leave, and said casually: "The left and right are all small gadgets, and there is no lack of them in the house. If the old man doesn't want to, forget it."

Wen Liulang followed her obediently, but regretfully looked back at the refugees.

If Wen Xueqing is unwilling, they will have nothing.

"Do it, do it!" The refugee hurriedly called Wen Xueqing to stop, "Little lady, stay, stay! I'm willing to do it!"

Just kidding, whenever Miss Wen orders from them, the whole Linzhou boudoir will become fashionable later on, and most of the ladies will send people to buy them.Although it can only be bought and sold according to the price set by Wen Xueqing, it is better than nothing.

"Okay, it's settled like that, old man, don't go back on your word." Wen Xueqing fulfilled her wish, "It's still the same this time, old man will do more at a time, and wait for the business to come."

The refugee replied: "Thank you, little lady."

"No thanks." Wen Xueqing smiled like a flower.

Chang Tianyuan and several soldiers followed Wen Xueqing, watching the whole process closely.After the negotiation was completed, he took a step forward and followed Wen Xueqing and Wen Rokuro to separate them from the refugees.

"Brother, the sky is clear." Wen Xueqing looked up at the blue and clear sky outside, and reminded Wen Jiming, "It's time for us to go back."

"Okay." Wen Jiming nodded, and ordered his followers to prepare the chariots and horses.

The servant girl took a wet towel and held it in front of Wen Liulang: "Young Lord, wipe your hands and face."

The corners and sleeves of Wen Liulang's clothes were splashed by the rain, stained with some dirty mud spots, and he did not know where to pin a few thatch around his waist, and when he jumped again, his body fluttered, and some grass seeds fell off. .

"What's the matter?" Wen Jiming took the maid's towel, wiped it for Wen Liulang with his own hands, and scratched his nose with a smile, "I told you not to mess around with your sister, you little dirty ghost."

"Brother..." Wen Liulang puffed his cheeks, almost crying, "Be gentle, don't rub so hard, it hurts."

Standing up obediently and letting Wen Jiming manipulate him, Wen Liulang wiped it clean before he was helped into the carriage by the servant girl.

The sky is fine, the nobles are leaving, and the refugees all come out to see them off.

Seeing that Wen Xueqing was about to ride a horse with her cape on, Wen Jiming drove her back to the carriage: "Everyone rides in a carriage, and I ride too. If you don't ride a horse, you won't go home in muddy water."

Wen Xueqing didn't move.

"Get in the car." Wen Jiming said.

A few strong servants came over and almost pushed Wen Xueqing up.

Wen Jiming lowered his eyes, nodded slightly to the refugees behind him, and then got into the car.

With a flick of the long whip, there was a crackling sound, and the servant soldiers surrounded them layer by layer to protect them.The carriage rolled and headed towards the State Shepherd's Mansion in the city.

Raising his hand to play with the things Wen Xueqing bought, Wen Jiming asked: "If you just buy one to enjoy, even if you pay a high price, you still can't be satisfied. Besides, these are not only a drop in the bucket, but also arouse resentment, why bother?"

When he was cleaning Wen Liulang just now, he heard that the refugees despised Liulang for his delicateness, but they made a fuss.It was the same for Wen Xueqing just now.

"Brother, did you hear it?" Wen Xueqing must have heard it, otherwise she wouldn't insist on riding a horse.

Wen Jiming replied with a single tone: "Yes."

Otherwise, why would he rub Wen Liulang's skin so hard?Liu Lang is still young, these gossips are not what he should hear.

Thinking of those words just now, Wen Jiming closed his eyes, still not angry in his heart.

It is true that they came from different backgrounds, but if he was serious about being noble, he wouldn't bring anyone under their roof!He'd rather be out in the rain!

The gentry is separated by days, and some gentry even feel unbearable to sit with Han Shu.The world is like this, but as the governor of a land, if he is high above and doesn't know the sufferings below, how can he do well?

He is willing to feel the suffering with his own eyes and ears, but he doesn't want to gossiping and humiliating his family members.

Wen Liulang didn't know what charades they were playing, but he could answer Wen Jiming's questions.

"Sister gave these away to others." He could no longer count on his fingers, "As long as you give them away, many people will buy the same ones."

Wen Jiming: "To whom?"

"Of course it's the beautiful sister of the Ling family!"