Chapter 41: ,trouble

  Chapter 41, trouble

  "Girl, come and see, the two pots of red plums that you and the old lady bought have grown buds."

  Early in the morning, Wang Man'er's cheerful voice entered Daohua's ears.

  Ina Flower curled up in the warm bed and squirmed, then went on to sleep.

  "Girl, it's time to get up, and go to class after dinner. If you're late, Master Qin should show you a look." Seeing that Daohua didn't move, Wang Man'er walked directly to the bed and started muttering.

   Since serving the eldest girl, she has also known that the eldest girl has difficulty getting up, and every time she gets up, she can drag it as long as she can. If she doesn’t care about it, the eldest girl can just lie down on the bed at noon.

   "Don't worry, someone will tell Master Qin what happened at the dinner table yesterday. If she wants to continue teaching at Yan's family, she will know a little bit more." Daohua said with her eyes narrowed while lying on the bed.

  Yesterday, her fourth brother directly proposed to change the master in front of everyone.

  At that time, the three giants of the Yan family, her grandmother, her father, and her mother did not express their opposition.

  Master Qin, if he has a little brain, he knows that nothing can happen at this time.

  Wang Man'er: "It's time to get up, too. The old lady wakes up early. Now maybe it's already waiting for you to have breakfast."

   Hearing this, Daohua fluttered on the bed for a few times, and then sat up with sleepy eyes.

  Looking at the big girls who are usually small adults like this, Wang Man'er was overjoyed: "Girl, I'll wait for you to dress."

  Ina Flower shakes her hand: "I will wear it myself, you can prepare the wash."

  Out of the bed, the cold air in the house swept over immediately, Daohua shivered, and quickly put on the clothes beside the bed.

  Yan's life is not rich, although there are charcoal cases in winter, but not many.

  She still has Mrs. Li's private help here, but the charcoal in the house can't continue to burn overnight.

  In the entire backyard of the Yan family, only the charcoal fire in the old lady’s yard is sufficient.

After putting on Daohua's dress, Wang Man'er came in with a basin: "Girl, the hot water is here, you can wash."

"Um!"

  Ina Hua walked over to take the handkerchief, and quickly took care of herself.

When    sat down on the dressing table, she saw Wang Man'er moving the two pots of red plums over: "Girl, look at it, how nice are these two red plum buds?"

Daohua nodded perfunctorily.

  Can it be opened? Since Hongmei bought it back, she would quietly insert Hongmei into the black ground in the space for half an hour almost every night before going to bed.

  The black earth in space has the most fertility, and after being nourished for so long, as long as the red plum does not die, it should also bloom.

   "Hey, girl, did you turn over the soil in the red plum?" Wang Man'er pointed his eyes and found that the soil in the potted plants had been turned over.

  Daohua calmly said, "I am ventilating Hongmei."

  Wang Man'er looked puzzled, did you say to ventilate the soil?

Daohua didn't want Wang Man'er to ask questions, and said hurriedly: "Okay, come over and comb my hair."

  She can wear this dress by herself, but this one, I'm sorry, she really can't handle it alone.

  She wants to comb, there is only one chirp.

After   , Daohua and Mrs. Li went to Songheyuan to greet the old lady Yan. After eating where she was, they went straight to class.

  Sure enough, with what happened yesterday, Master Qin had a lot of health. When she was in the female celebrity in the afternoon, she glanced at the eye of the needle on Daohua’s finger and twisted her brow directly to tell her not to move the needle.

Daohua smiled and said, "Master, my days of studying Red Girl are not long. If I don’t work hard, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to embroider my purse in the future. Don’t worry, I don’t do much, so I just move my fingers in the classroom. ."

  Don’t move the needle, wouldn’t she just sit there for the afternoon class?

  Qin Zi sternly said: "Whatever you want." After speaking, he ignored Daohua, and began to check the embroidery of Yan Yihuan and others, and corrected him from time to time.

  Inahana smiled silently after seeing her.

  Sometimes, she really feels that Master Qin’s brain is pitted.

   is so obvious against her, is it determined that the Yan family will see Aunt Lin’s face and won’t let her go? Still determined that the Yan family can no longer find a second female master in Linyi County to replace her?

  A few days passed in a blink of an eye.

  One afternoon, Master Qin had something to do, and the female red class was not available, so Daohua came to Songheyuan to accompany Mrs. Yan.

  In this period of time, Daohua followed Wang Man'er to learn martial arts, no, to be precise, it should be to learn martial arts.

  Wang Man’erhui’s kung fu can’t be called kung fu at all, it can only be regarded as more flexible than ordinary people.

  However, it can’t be said that all she knows is that she can embroider her legs, because Daohua discovered that in Wang Maner’s gestures, there was a shadow of Taijiquan.

   "My father said, women are inherently weaker than men. There is no need to learn some kung fu that is just too strong. Kung fu that overcomes strength with softness is the most suitable for women." This is what Wang Maner said.

  Taohua felt that it made sense, so she started to learn it earnestly. After she had learned all the moves, she removed some complicated and difficult movements and recompiled a simple version of ‘Tai Chi’.

  So, Mrs. Yan's room.

  Ina Hua stands in front, and Mrs. Yan stands in the back. The two are slowly making gestures.

   is the grandmother, also standing aside cheerfully, following the two gestures.

  Wang Man'er is standing aside, pointing to the irregular movements of a few people from time to time.

  Until the evening, Yan Zhigao brought Yan Wenxiu and other grandchildren to come over to ask for peace, and the old lady Yan stopped with unfulfilled enthusiasm.

  Looking at her mother with a slightly sweaty forehead and a ruddy complexion, Yan Zhigao was in a slightly better mood: "Mother, what are you doing?"

  The old lady Yan took the kerchief that Sun Ma handed over, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile: "I'm learning to punch with Daohua, don't say it, I feel that my body and bones are relaxed a lot after doing some exercise."

Yan Zhigao was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the eldest daughter with the same ruddy face: "You really let your grandmother punch? Then you have to be careful. If your grandmother is older, it won't be good if you have a sprain."

   Daohua smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, I let my grandmother learn the boxing very simple, which is to move hands and feet."

  Yan Zhigao saw that the old lady's spirit was really good, so he didn't say more.

   Soon, Mrs. Li ordered people to serve.

  At the dinner table, Yan Zhigao kept frowning her brows. After seeing the old lady, Yan Zhigao asked with concern: "Chih Gao, what is wrong with you?"

  Yan Zhigao saw that the old mother and children both looked at him with concern, and thought for a while and said: "After entering the twelfth lunar month, there have been several heavy snowfalls. My son is worried that the newly resettled refugees may not be able to support it."

  Hearing this, the dinner table was all quiet.

  The old lady Yan was silent for a while, and asked, “Are the refugees not eating, or can’t bear the cold?”

  Yan Zhigao sighed: "The main thing is nothing."

   Daohua asked: "Father, doesn't the county government have a granary? Can't open a warehouse for grain?"

  Yan Zhigao shook his head: “Opening the warehouse to release grain must be approved by the court. Moreover, when refugees were resettled before, the warehouse had already been opened once. Now, there is not much grain in the granary in the yamen.”

  Daohua thought for a while and asked, “There are many rich families in Linyi County, can’t they let them donate some?”

Yan Zhigao raised her eyes and glanced at the eldest daughter. In some surprises, she even knew this, and explained: "Generally speaking, if the county is bad, the wealthy families will donate some, but they have already donated once before. Otherwise, if there are so many refugees, the father would not be able to settle them down."

  (End of this chapter)