[Red Mansions] The big maid struggles daily

Langhao pen attracts fake Ma Liang, pomegranate peel washes out turmeric face

"Ding, get 1 point of washing proficiency."

Because she secretly heard Mrs. Chai's good plan, Zhu Xiu moved back to the inverted room with a pale face, and lay there like a corpse for half the night before she managed to straighten out the muddled thoughts in her head and wake up.

It's no wonder that Zhu Xiu was in a mess. In fact, in her previous life, although her biological mother died early, she still lived smoothly until she was in her twenties. The biggest problem was that her stepmother was afraid that she would inherit the family hospital in the future. The method instigated the old man to tell her to abandon Western medicine and choose the University of Chinese Medicine.

Unexpectedly, although the old man prefers the youngest son, he feels guilty towards the eldest daughter and transfers 20.00% of the shares of his private hospital to her name in advance. Together with the shares left by his mother, it accounts for a full 30.00% of the shares.As a result, Zhu Xiu, who had just grown up, became the second largest shareholder of Zhu's Hospital, and his stepmother didn't recover for half a year.

What's even worse is that Zhu Xiu is born with sharp ears and eyesight. Compared with Western medicine, Chinese medicine can better develop her potential. She also loves Chinese medicine in her heart, but it's a pity that she dreamed of this ghostly place before finishing the nine-year Chinese medicine course.

It was only after recovering that Zhu Xiu felt the cold, and hurriedly pulled off the quilt against the wall to cover herself.At this time, when the night was approaching midnight, a cool breeze came in from the gap in the window opposite Datong shop, and the three-strand braid sleeping beside him shivered.

This inverted house feels cold during the day and when the sun is shining, let alone this late autumn night.Zhu Xiu was afraid that she would catch a cold. If she really fell ill, in the hands of Aunt Chai, she might have little chance of surviving.

Zhu Xiu touched her forehead, it was cold, fumbled and took off her coat, wrapped her head with the coat, then picked out a piece of ginger from the ragged purse sewn in the coarse cloth on her chest, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it hard and swallowed it down .Only then did he wrap up the quilt tightly and barely fall asleep.

In a daze, I heard a sound: "Ding, I have gained 1 proficiency point in the typhoid department."

Zhu Xiu didn't take it seriously at all, but the thought of "I really caught a cold" flashed in my mind.

Speaking of the sound of "ding ding", Zhu Xiu heard it from a young age in her previous life, and when she was just sensible, she wanted to tell the adults, but she couldn't say it out for some reason.When she was in her teens and came into contact with various grotesque and different-dimensional cultures, she also dreamed that she would be the chosen one with a golden finger on her back, but this idea faded away before the second period of middle school passed. That's it - her ability is completely passive, and it will only remind her what she has gained from what she has done, rather than giving her something externally.For example, at Aunt Chai's place, she often starches and washes clothes, and she often gets the prompt of "acquired starching proficiency". Who knows, even without this thing, she can feel that she is becoming more and more proficient in washing clothes, and it is getting smoother. .

This ability not only does not release tasks, but also has no attribute panel. Over the years, there is only a "ding--" from time to time, which makes Zhu Xiu less and less sensitive to this ding-ding sound. The buzzing of insects does not pass through my mind at all.

The only time that makes people feel a little useless is when she learns new things. This reminder can let her know whether what she is doing is useful or useless, and make the direction of her efforts clearer, so she can learn faster.

With a lot of thoughts, Zhu Xiu barely fell asleep when the frost and dew were thick.

Before the cock crowed three times, Zhu Xiu suddenly sat up in a cold sweat, and the three-strand braid next to him was startled by the movement, muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, turned over and fell asleep again.

At this juncture, Zhu Xiu was involved in a lawsuit on his forehead, and he didn't pay attention to the complaints of the three-strand braid at all. His mind was full of a three-inch peak and a mahogany pole.

She is very familiar with this writing brush. It is a good writing brush with a round tip and is specially used for inscribing plaques and writing couplets. The calligraphy teacher who taught her for ten years in her previous life deeply suspected that she had Alzheimer's disease, and tried every means to persuade her. It was useless, and later the old man went abroad for medical treatment.

The root cause is that this huge Langhao brush suddenly appeared when she was standing opposite the teacher and each was practicing calligraphy. A moment ago, a sound flashed in her mind: "Ding, get 1 point of calligraphy proficiency. Calligraphy is small. Success, you will get 1 bucket pen at random."

It happened that the teacher raised his head and saw this fighting brush inadvertently—then, the old man admired this fine workmanship first, and then began to wonder if there was this pen here just now, why didn’t he remember... old man Su loves to keep in good health, what I am most afraid of is that a cultural person like myself will one day suffer from dementia.When Zhu Xiu was in a daze all the way, he had quickly gone through the whole process of appreciation-doubt-doubt-frightened, thinking that he must be in the early stages of dementia.On the same day, he decided to leave the library to see a doctor.

Later, Zhu Xiu held this "welfare" that suddenly appeared, tried various methods on paper, on the wall... and finally confirmed that it was a well-made ordinary brush, and she did not become a " The magic brush Ma Liang', on the contrary, lost a respected calligraphy teacher.

And from the beginning to the end, Zhu Xiu didn't figure out what is the standard for judging her "calligraphy success"?You must know that she has been recognized by the teacher for a long time. The old gentleman praised her handwriting two years ago.

In the more than twenty years of Zhu Xiu's previous life, such Xiaocheng only appeared three times, in addition to calligraphy, cooking and reading.Cooking was when she was making beauty soup for herself, and she randomly got a casserole; as for the reading of Zibu, Zhu Xiu deeply suspected that it was achieved by reading too many miscellaneous books and novels: books can be divided into classics, history, Zi, There are four collections, but those that cannot be included in the other three belong to the sub-sections.That time she got a book of ointment recipes, which was a good thing. She studied and practiced it carefully, but no one trusted her no matter what she made, no matter whether it was external ointment or internal ointment pills, Zhu Xiu could only make it for herself.

The last two small successes appeared when she was alone, and there was no other movement in the five or six years after she got the ointment. Even if she won the honorary title of "Desperate Sanniang" in school, she didn't get the small success of Chinese medicine. evaluation of.Over time, she was forgotten.

Now that she dreamed of this Langhao brush, Zhu Xiu felt that the smell of ginger that had been pungent in her mouth was no longer obvious, and she swallowed her saliva—you must know that because of the grandson of Mrs. Chai's family, she has not missed much Doing laundry work.Just in case, just in case!While she was washing, there was a ding in her head, and then a washboard appeared out of thin air...

This big scene!I'm afraid to think about it.Zhu Xiu picked out another piece of ginger from her purse, took a bite with her teeth, chewed and swallowed to suppress her shock.

Until the rooster crowed three times and Mrs. Chai's broken voice started howling again, Zhu Xiu didn't think of any good way, so she could only try to grab as many other jobs as possible, hoping that Mrs. Chai would see that she was occupying her hands, and she would assign less laundry. work.

Xu Shi was caught in the wind last night, and his three-strand braids did not look very good in the morning, especially when facing Zhu Xiu, his nose was neither nose nor eyes.Zhu Xiu had something in her mind, she just pretended not to see it, and ignored it.The three-strand braid became more and more irritated.

Hastily used the brown rice porridge, and for the first time in history, Aunt Chai did not order her to come down to work. Instead, she asked the strongest black woman to pick out a few old clothes: "I raised you as my daughters, don't say I don't hurt you!" You guys! It’s a good day today, boil hot water on the stove and rinse yourself well, don’t be like a mangy dog ​​who can’t support the wall every day!”

The little girls responded tremblingly, and when Mrs. Chai turned her head and went to the east wing, the little girls smiled and ran to the black woman to pick up the clothes. This one said: "This crabapple red one Give it to me." That one said, "I want this Mei Ziqing dress."

Zhu Xiu also followed the crowd, feeling bitter: Aunt Chai never paid much attention to selling people, and let them wash and dress up, but now that she has given up her money, she must suck enough blood from them before she can give up .

The little girls were just about to fall in love, chirping softly like chicks coming out of the nest, and even the three-strand braids became more energetic, picking this one, but being reluctant to part with the other.

The black woman at the door was not annoyed, she grinned her black teeth, her eyelids drooped, and she smelled of alcohol when she got close to her.

When they finished picking, there was only one blue-colored narrow-sleeved beige and a brown-yellow silk skirt left. Aunt Chai's old clothes.The little girl with a pair of smiling eyes was holding a paddy field clothes in her arms and was reluctant to let go, she pursed her lips and smiled at Zhu Xiu in embarrassment.The other little girls looked at her too.

There was only a three-strand braid, carrying a red double-breasted gown and a tea-white silk skirt, and said with a sneer, "Ah Da wears the new, Ah Er wears the old, Ah San wears the old ones, Ah Si wears the tendons! We picked them out first, She can't go forward by herself, she can't rely on others!" After saying that, she picked up her feet and walked away.

Seeing the three-strand braid headed towards the stove, the others were also in a hurry. They had just eaten, and there was ready-made hot water on the stove. If they didn't rush, the others would have to cut firewood to boil water by themselves.

These two gray clothes are exactly what Zhu Xiu wants, but among the girls they have three-strand braids, they are the oldest. If it is three-strand braids, they will look better... Zhu Xiu wants to remind, but I am looking for No chance.

In the middle of the afternoon, Zhu Xiu was the last one to take a bath, and stole another piece of ginger to drive away the cold, before tidying up the kitchen, when Miss Chai shouted: "Xiu girl, come here!"

Zhu Xiu hurriedly washed her hands and went over, but asked Zhu Xiu to peel the pomegranate for her.Zhu Xiu's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the big bright red pomegranate—this is really sleepy and he came to give a pillow.

Sister Chai glanced at her critically, and said in a low voice, "You are peeling here! If my sister-in-law asks, just say that I want you to talk to me." This is her usual excuse. Sister Chai never steals. Eat not long brains.If Mrs. Yan knew, she would laugh out loud when she heard this. Who wouldn't know that this embroidered girl is a saw-mouthed gourd, with two mouths for nothing.

Zhu Xiu nodded in response, and carefully peeled it off. Her fingers were slender and flexible, but after a cup of tea, she brought a bowl of pomegranate seeds that were bright and clear, crystal clear like gems, to Sister Chai.

Sister Chai saw that she had wrapped the pomegranate skins with her handkerchief, she nodded in satisfaction, this embroidered girl was winking, "Throw it away, don't let others see it!"

Pomegranates have always been known for being festive, auspicious, and blessed with many children. Even pomegranates were very expensive during the Mid-Autumn Festival last month, not to mention the late autumn season now.I just don't know where Miss Chai found such a treasure, which saved Zhu Xiu's emergency.

Coming out of Sister Chai's children's room, Zhu Xiu went down to the northeast corner of the wall to wash the clothes she had just changed.The two gatekeepers at the second gate raised their eyes and dozed off again—Miss Chai often wanted to steal food, and there was a sewage ditch in the northeast corner, and there was usually a fruit scum, which was thrown out by this girl.

The whole courtyard knew about it, and Mrs. Yan was even more clear about it. Only Sister Chai thought it was a secret that she ate, but no one else could reason about it.

With her back to the person, Zhu Xiu pretended to be washing her clothes, and at the same time squeezed out the juice from the pomegranate peel and applied it to her face, neck, hands and arms.Apply as evenly as possible.

After applying it, I checked the water again and again, and then carefully stuffed the remaining pomegranate peel into my purse.