Is there Wen Zhi? At the Wen family’s dinner was particularly lively, and Mrs. Wen also made her add more rice than usual.

Xizi ordered to cheer up: "Let our kitchen add a sour beans to the pot of the pot, remember? Brother loves this." After thinking about it, he said: "I gave a can of the sour plum sauce I made before. Brother's Piaotingzhai."

He smiled and reminded the girl: "The kumquat sauce made in early spring has two small bottles."

"Forget it, I gave it to him all, the sour people fell down their teeth." Xizi smiled.

I stepped back from the mat, and I would definitely not do these errands myself. I reached out and called the familiar little girl over: "Did you see the rami in our yard?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Zhuoluo is afraid of rain, so she goes back to get an umbrella for the girl." As she said, she smiled and said, "Sister, I forgot about it too much. I am also the girl in our yard. If you have any questions, just give me instructions!"

Then, Pengxin looked at her carefully. She was wearing a newly made floral shirt with cleverness and was full of cleverness. Thinking of the few third-class girls who were raised last month, this child was one of them: "But he is called Fu Zhu?"

Fu Zhu smiled crisply: "Sister has a good memory!"

Pengxin told her the matter: "... the dish is a little sour, just say yes? The young master ordered it, and you will know it in the kitchen. There are several cans of plum sauce, one of which is particularly sour. Let the rhulu pick it for you. In addition, although the kumquat sauce is not valuable, the bottle is made of garlic, so you must not touch it."

Fu Zhu wrote down one by one: "Don't worry, sister."

The dusk is getting darker, but fortunately, the wandering little Zhu who works for him is not far away. Fu Zhu carried the lamp and headed south along the colorful stone road. There was a gurgling flowing water among the thousands of rocks standing beside the road. It sounded particularly cool in early summer nights.

"Sister, please lend it to you?" Fu Zhu heard this and looked at the person who came with a lamp. Seeing that it was the fragrance in the third master's yard, he hurriedly said, "It turns out it's sister."

Jixiang saw through the light that the lantern was Fu Zhu: "It turned out to be you! I knew that your little hoof was clever. After only a few days of sweeping the yard, I got to the banquet and ran errands." As he said that, he carried Fu Zhu's arm and walked all the way, "When the monthly money this month increases, you can buy the fine rouge you like."

Fu Zhu curled her lips: "Monthly money has increased, but my godmother has been deducting more."

Jixiang's expression darkened: "She wished she could smash our bones and suck it!" She pinched Fu Zhu's hand with comfort and said: "Oh, if she hadn't made the thread, we were still scraping fish scales in the big kitchen."

"It'll be fine when I'm done. If I've been a girl for a while, I'll see if she dares to deduct us!" There was a light in Fu Zhu's eyes.

But it turned out that these two girls were a pair of fucking sisters.

"You guys are having trouble this time?" Fu Zhu looked at the no one around and asked her godsis softly.

Jixiang's eyes slipped around, and Fang whispered: "No, it's dirty and disgusting. We cleaned it for an hour, wiped it hundreds of times, and then smoked it with a strong fragrance to cover the smell. I'm really afraid that the Third Master will smell it."

"What? Do you want to cover up the smell?" Fu Zhu asked in confusion, "I just heard that the man left with the pillow and chopsticks."

"Bah! Why don't he take it? Fortunately, Sister Anxiang locked the third master's clothes, otherwise he would have to take it even more!" Jixiang's eyes were both disgusted and a little excited, and she lowered her voice: "Especially the inner robe."

Fu Zhu was surprised. After all, she was still young and didn't understand some things, but she also knew that they were not something that was obvious: "Our third master will not..."

"That won't!" Jixiang said confidently, "The first time he brought away a few pots of camellia and took away the third master's cloak. The third master was going to beat him, but due to his identity, the middle-aged man mediated, so he gave up. In the future, this man would pick on the third master when he was not here and secretly came."

"I'm surprised how he came into the mansion."

"Does the prince need to report where he wants to go? It is said that Prince An also turned a blind eye and let him act like a demon." Jixiang teased and said with a gossip on his face: "Guess what else he has done this time?"

Fu Zhu shook her head, and couldn't help but prick her ears if she didn't want to hear it.

Jixiang spat and said in Fu Zhu's ear.

"Ah?" Fu Zhu raised her voice in surprise, "How can I do such a marinated thing?"

"He is just a flower slut." Jixiang's pronunciation was very ruthless, as if Prince An was really a flower slut that he had to hide from others. But Fu Zhu had seen a flower slut. When he was a child, there was a fool in the village who was drooling. When he became ill in spring, he would run around naked, especially when he saw the young girl, he was even more crazy...

That prince was not like this. He looked humble and polite, and looked handsome, but his body looked weak... It was completely different from the idiot in Fu Zhu's impression. I never thought that such a clean, elegant and qualified young man would do such a marinated thing.

After all, Fu Zhu is only eleven years old, so she doesn't think that thing is anything dirty.

When I returned to the yard, the glass lamp in front of the door had been lit, and the three words "Pearl Hall" on the plaque covered with rose vines were clearly visible. It is said that this was the Wen family's generations written by the old man, and there were no girls. The girl was naturally regarded as the pearl in her hand. But the girl was not grateful and always thought that the Pearl Hall was not nice, so she decided to change the name of the yard to "Bang Xiaozhu".

Only the plaque in "Pearl Hall" was written by our ancestors, so we must naturally keep it.

Fu Zhu pursed her lips and felt that she was very lucky to have a job as a third-class girl in this yard.

Bypassing the embroidery building, the backyard was the soapberry tree stretched in the night, stretching its black crown, and there were only two rooms under the tree with lights on, and a low laughter came from one of them. Fu Zhu pushed the door and saw the Zhuoluo lying on the bed, and Shenyu was sitting on the side to do needlework. When he saw himself coming in, he stopped smiling.

This was the first time Fu Zhu came in, and she felt that the house was spacious and clean. In addition to the two beds, there was also a tea table with hot ginger-shredded brown sugar tea. The second-class girl's house was indeed better.

When Zhu Luo saw Fu Zhu, he still tilted on the bed: "But what are the instructions at the banquet?"

"Sister Pengxin asked her to find her sister. I just said that she saw that the weather was not good and she wanted to come back to get an umbrella for the girl." Fu Zhu didn't see her and found a slap to sit down. Sometimes the more she recognized her child, the more she would bully her child, and it would be better to be generous, and everyone would be comfortable getting along.

Zhuluo smiled and said, "You are smart. I am not lazy. I am just a little while and I feel uncomfortable. Just tell the truth with you."

Fu Zhu secretly wrote down: Zhuoluo and Pengxin are in good terms, so there is no need to deliberately hide some things.

"But our girl wants to add vegetables to the banquet?" Zhuo Luo sat up against the pillow, his face slightly pale.

"Sister is a sacrificial plan," Fu Zhu smiled and said one by one about what she explained to her heart. Finally, she said: "I have already gone to the kitchen to give instructions."

Zhuluo frowned: "There is only one bottle of kumquat sauce left."

Chen Yu heard this and stopped the needle and thread: "Miss Tang also gave a small jar of kumquat sauce."

"Miss Tang's kumquat sauce tastes different from the ones next. The third and fourth masters all say it's delicious, and the girl will never give it to someone." Zhuoluo thought for a while, "Forget it, kumquat sauce with apricot sauce, please send it to two bottles,? The young master will never care about this. In addition, there is a jar of prune sauce that is particularly sour, and it is packed in the porcelain jar with blood-patterned patterns."

Fu Zhu wrote it down one by one before leaving. When she heard the Shenyu ask, "Your sister is working in the Huiyu House, can you hear what's going on over there?"

What you can say to Sister Gan is not suitable for outsiders. Fu Zhu knows the rules in the courtyard of Shen Mansion, and too much will lead to mistakes. This third-class girl is not in the way of talking, so she is better to be a dull person, so she only surprised: "Zi Yuju? My sister is talking about my sister Jixiang? I haven't seen her these days."

Chen Yu seemed to lose interest all of a sudden, and said to Zhuluo: "Hold the pillow and used chopsticks, why not?"

"I heard from the girl that that person is a flower lover." Zhu Luo said.

Fu Zhu left the house and did not understand what the fuck was.

But I still couldn't understand that the prince drove all the servants out and drowned in the third master's room...

Fu Zhu couldn't help scratching her head. In the past, those beasts would show their territory by peeing. All the princesses were like beasts in the wilderness, wanting to convey something by peeing...

Fu Zhu pursed her temples and clothes. These things were always nothing to do with her, so it would be better to think less. People have limited brains, so it’s better to think about something useful.

Zhuanxin ordered these tasks to himself, and Zhuoluo had no intention of interfering in it, that was his own business. After thinking for a while, he called a little girl to send the fruit sauce to Tiaotingzhai. After all, it was a matter of showing off at the banquet, and the masters were all there, so he personally carried the food box containing the sour beans and the fresh bone soup and went to the banquet. He also smiled and said to the little girl, "The young master has a reward every time. If you get the money, don't let your godmother plot." The little girl focused her head and wrote down Sister Fu Zhu's good deeds in her heart.

?The young master was actually having a drink at the banquet. Even if the big girl in the gatekeeper of Tingzhai had a reward, she would not have much money. Fu Zhu naturally would not talk about it.

I carried the food box through the gravel road under the glass lamp. I could vaguely smell the aroma of the bone soup, which had the sour aroma of Miao family soup. I just watched the chef make soup in the kitchen and put several things in the soup: tofu skin, garlic oil, fried peanut kernels, chopped chili, crispy pickled vegetables and sour pickled vegetables...

In the distance, I saw the bright "Crystal Curtain Water Pavilion" in the distance, in the fog of lights and lake water intertwined, like a world of immortals.

Fu Zhu narrowed her eyes and looked at her. The prosperity there had nothing to do with her.
Chapter completed!