Happy Marriage

An Sheng smiled meaningfully: "Isn't my aunt asking for slow work and meticulous work? No matter the working hours, as long as you do the work well."

This was said by Qian's own mouth to Sun Hou, and An Sheng used it to refute her. She knew that it had already spread to An Sheng's ears, so she simply didn't hide it: "Also, they also eat too much. You can make people poor. Let your uncle complain about me all the time, and I quarreled with me yesterday, asking me to replace them. "

"What they do is physical work, and naturally they have to eat a lot, otherwise how can they have the energy to work? And I heard that my aunt is very strict with their food, not to mention the adulteration of steamed buns, and even the vegetables are horrendous, even more than pickles. Salty. There is no oil and water in the stomach, the food is not full, the craftsmen have no strength, and they are full of complaints, can they do a good job?"

Qian Shi suddenly suffered a dumbfounded loss, and argued: "However, their appetite is too scary. How can they eat more than 20 steamed buns in one meal?"

An Sheng immediately suppressed the smile on his face: "Auntie wants to be perfect, and I can't find a craftsman who only works and doesn't eat."

Qian's skin smiled but said, "It doesn't need to be perfect, as long as it's not too outrageous."

An Sheng snorted coldly: "My aunt treats craftsmen so harshly, and she is picky and spread out, who in this circle dares to come to work for you? If you want to change craftsmen, let others pry it out, I'm afraid it won't be easy. Line by line rule."

Qian shi suffered a dull loss, so he didn't care about his face: "Why don't you look at it like this, An Sheng, you go out early every day and come back late every day, so busy, I really can't bear to make you worry about it. Why don't you help aunt a little silver tael, aunt herself Looking for a craftsman will save you from being caught in the middle, right?"

An Sheng shook his head: "The wages have been advanced to the craftsmen. If you want to change it, can you discuss it with them yourself?"

"What? It was given in advance? How can you be so sincere as a child? Whose work is not always paid after the completion of the inspection? No wonder they don't do things well, they are not afraid."

An Sheng sneered: "We all have a word in advance. I tried my best to find a craftsman for you, but I entrusted my friends to help. Now their craftsmen are at their busiest time. In order not to delay their cousin's marriage, they quit elsewhere. If you don’t believe what you say, you can change it, and things are too unreasonable.”

Qian Shi complained bitterly: "They can eat more than one person each, and the food cost is probably more than the salary. As long as they can bear it, my aunt will not come to talk about it."

An Sheng raised his eyebrows indifferently: "Really?"

"Have you not seen how scary they are to eat, just like that Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit, he devoured it as if he had filled a bottomless pit, and he was panicking. If only one person can eat it, that's all, the key is to compete with each other. With a large appetite, my aunt is really helpless."

Qian Shi frowned, full of complaints.

An Sheng gave an "oh" and said lightly: "No wonder the wages they ask are not high, much lower than others."

"Oh my son, it's a small advantage and a big loss, don't you understand the truth?" Qian Shi actually preached to An Sheng.

An Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I all learned this from my aunt, so I don't take advantage of it. Do you think so?"

Qian Shi was speechless for a while, his face flushed from choking.

An Sheng directly turned around and got into the carriage, and said to Mrs Qian, "I have already paid all the wages anyway, and my heart has arrived. It's up to my aunt to decide whether to use it or not. It has nothing to do with me."

"No, niece, you promised your aunt that this craftsman will be covered by you."

An Sheng directly instructed Uncle Leng to drive the car: "I have done what I promised. Whether you take advantage of it or not, and whether it suffers, you can do whatever you want."

Uncle Leng raised his horsewhip and wiped directly in front of Qian Shi. An Sheng lifted the curtain on the car window, stuck his head out, and told Qian Shi, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my sister took it from the silk and satin shop last time. The batch of fabrics that I put in the house is really useless. I am planning to take it back to my uncle and let him see if it can be used as a bed tent or quilt for my cousin. , you can take it back with you.”

Qian opened his mouth at An Sheng, but he was so choked that he couldn't refute a word. He seemed to be clenched by a rooster whose neck was clenched so hard that the cock's comb was flushed red, and he fluttered his wings twice, and then he was suddenly depressed. go down.

Xue Xiuliang stayed in the Xia Mansion for two days. After the injury improved slightly, he let Xue Zhao pick him up.

Xue finally had to make concessions.

After An Sheng returned to the mansion, Chang Jing disappeared. He heard from Dragon Boat Festival that he was sent to Zhuangzi to be raised for two days temporarily. After a while, the limelight would pass, and he would come back.

The affair between Changjing and Xue Xiuliang was not publicized. On the contrary, Changjing acted so stubbornly in order not to marry Xue Xiuliang.

Therefore, for her reputation, it is not a mess.

The Xia Mansion also gradually stopped.

After continuing to persevere for two days, Qian Shi finally felt sorry for the white steamed buns every day, and Qin Huaiyuan complained twice, and finally dismissed the craftsmen.

Sun Houzheng was apprehensive, afraid that after the house was demolished, it would officially enter the stage of laying the foundation and building a new house.

So as soon as Mr. Qian opened his mouth, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and even got a cheap deal and teased Mr. Qian.

Qian suffered a dumb loss, and could no longer go to An Sheng to help. He could only take out silver taels and find a group of craftsmen to rework.

Sun Hou happily told Guan Hetian about the matter, and Guan Hetian couldn't wait to find An Sheng and talk to her.

An Sheng felt very sorry and felt that he owed Guan Hetian a favor, so he made an appointment to invite him and his sister, Meng Jinglun, to have a drink. He readily responded immediately.

She talked with Guan Hetian for a while, and it was a little late when she arrived at the Yaolu.

It was quiet in the Yaolu, and neither Leng Nanxian nor Qianzhou were there.

Mrs. Feng was washing clothes in the mud, when she saw An Sheng raised his face, shook the water on his hands, and wiped it with his apron: "Young Master and Qianzhou went to Dingguohou's mansion, saying they were going to check on the girl's condition. , the old lady's old disease only needs acupuncture. I will warm you up in the pot for breakfast, and I will serve it."

An Chang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had escaped, and hurriedly stopped Sister Feng: "I'm not hungry today, I don't want to eat, I'll do things for you."

Sister Feng hurriedly stopped: "You can do it yourself, I don't need you here."

An Sheng smiled embarrassedly: "It's late today, I have to do more things and flatter me, so as not to be scolded by Master."

Sister Feng glanced at her with a smile: "Young master treats people so gently, are you still afraid that he will fail?"

An Sheng nodded solemnly: "What I'm most afraid of is that Master is angry, and when I stare, I panic."

Sister-in-law Feng laughed loudly and pouted at the clothesline: "You help put away the clothes you washed yesterday, the moisture should be gone."

An Sheng nodded. He was extremely diligent, picking up the clothes on the bamboo poles swiftly with his hands and feet.

Because I was too impatient, my clothes hung on a torn bamboo thorn, and with a "thorn" sound, it tore a three-inch-long hole.

Still Leng Nanxian's clothes,

An Sheng felt that he was a little unlucky today.

"Master's clothes are torn." An Sheng dragged it to Mrs. Feng with a frown.

Sister Feng glanced at it and felt a little regretful: "This dress has just passed through a lot of water, so it's a pity to lose it."

An Sheng looked at the hole left and right, and muttered: "Bubu can still be worn, but fortunately it's not obvious. Otherwise, if Master finds out, he will definitely kill me."

Sister Feng smiled and said, "Young master is so old, he has never worn clothes that have been patched. I have needles and threads in my house. Can you help me mending?"

An Sheng stuck out his tongue: "My needlework is not very good, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating."

Sister Feng raised her hand: "You look at me as a clumsy person, like someone who twists a needle and runs a thread?"

An Sheng smiled "hee hee": "Then I'll come, if the stitching is not good, if the master asks, I will say that it was you, Mrs. Feng."

Sister Feng glared at her angrily: "There are a lot of careful eyes."

An Sheng took the needle and thread from the house, carried a small tumbler, and sat at the door: "You can watch the wind here, and you can hide immediately when they see their carriage coming back."

Sister Feng picked up the laundry tub, and as soon as she raised her hand, she splashed the water in the yard: "Then you guard the door, and I'll go to the well to float the clothes out."

An Sheng responded absent-mindedly, focusing only on threading the needle and threading the needle, burying his head to sew, and paying extra attention to it.

There was a faint sound of carriages and horses outside the door. An Sheng raised his eyes and glanced at it. It wasn't Uncle Leng's carriage. Looking at the carriage, he looked at him, but he was passing by, so he lowered his head and continued to fly the needle, ignoring it.

However, the carriage came straight towards the medicine house, and stopped not far away, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a gray-haired old man in a blue cloth robe walked down.

The old man was dressed in plain cloth, with no silk threads of silk and satin. He walked on white socks with silk ribbons tied around his waist. There is only a green hosta on his head, short beard and white face, and he is in high spirits, but he has a noble and elegant bearing that cannot be underestimated.

Looking at his age, he was not much older than his father, but his hair was gray and he looked older.

He walked straight towards the medicine house as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard, stood still at the door, looked up at the gilded characters at the front of the door, and smiled "Haha".

When An Sheng saw a guest coming, he hurriedly put down the needle and thread in his hand and stood up: "May I ask who are you looking for, old man?"

The old man seemed to have discovered An Sheng just now, looked her up and down, and smiled slightly: "I'm looking for the master here, may I ask who you are?"

An Sheng also smiled slowly at the old man: "Are you here to seek medical advice? Master Leng is my master."

"Oh, so you are the female apprentice he just accepted."

An Sheng smiled embarrassedly: "I'm new here, I'm afraid I won't be able to share my worries for the old man. It's a pity that Master has gone to the doctor, and I don't know when he will be back. If you don't come back tomorrow, old man, tomorrow is just the day you sit in the hall."