The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Madam pointed to the kang head by her side and smiled gently: "Sit down and talk."

Gu Jiao sat down on the kang, there was a small table between the two, and a few delicate snacks were placed on the small table.

The lady pushed the dim sum in front of her: "Are you hungry? Eat something first, and the fasting meal will come in a while."

"Yeah." After climbing the mountain for so long, Gu Jiao was really hungry, so Gu Jiao picked out a yellow flower-shaped dessert.

Gu Jiao was very quiet.

"Is it delicious?" the lady asked her.

"Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded. Seeing the lady looking at her suspiciously, she paused and said, "It's better than Li Ji's."

"What is Li Ji?" Madam asked.

"The best dim sum shop in town." Gu Jiao said.

Madam is finally relieved now. In fact, she made these desserts by herself. She will make snacks to pass the day when she has nothing to do in the mansion. It's a pity that she has a pair of children. It made her wonder if she made it too bad.

Gu Jiao didn't pretend to eat, she really thought it was delicious.

Madam found a sense of accomplishment in Gu Jiao, and couldn't help but looked at Gu Jiao a few more times. There was a birthmark on Gu Jiao's face, which she had noticed just now.

What a good girl, what a pity, Madam secretly regrets.

Later, she noticed Gu Jiao's hands again. They were a pair of hands that had been working all the time. The palms were calloused, and the scars on the back of the hands were intertwined.

Madam thought of her daughter, and she was fortunate that her daughter was born in the Hou's mansion, so she didn't have to suffer from the hardships of the people, otherwise she would have to feel distressed for herself as a mother.

Gu Jiao sat in the wife's room for a while, and ate a plate of chestnut cakes into her stomach. At this moment, the presiding abbot also returned to the temple.

Gu Jiao didn't forget her business, and after saying goodbye to her wife, she went to the abbot's meditation room.

The abbot is a little old, with a gray beard, but his spirit is very vigorous. It should be because of his years of practice and martial arts.

Gu Jiao succinctly stated her purpose: "...I wonder if the abbot is willing to sell it?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the abbot to answer for a long time. She took a closer look and saw the abbot staring at her... face without blinking.

Gu Jiao just wanted to ask, is there something on my face? When the words reached her lips, she remembered that there was something on her face?

"Abbot?" Gu Jiao reminded.

"Cough cough!" The abbot returned to his senses, cleared his throat, sat up straight and said, "You just said...you want to buy mountains?"

Gu Jiao: "Yes."

The host abbot: "How old are you this year?"

Um?

Has this topic turned a little too fast?

"Can't you buy mountains at a young age?" Gu Jiao asked lightly.

"Ah, no, no! Amitabha, don't misunderstand the little benefactor!" The abbot stood up with one hand and said, "Junior Brother Jingxin, who is in charge of the temple's property, is out, and it will take three or two days to return. It's better for the benefactor to come back in a few days."

"That's good, I'll find a day to visit again a year ago." After Gu Jiao said, she got up and said goodbye.

The abbot's eyes always followed her birthmark.

Gu Jiao frowned: "Abbot, although I don't mind what others think of me, you are a monk, and you always stare at other people's flaws. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

The abbot hurriedly apologized: "Old man is rude, please don't take offense to the little benefactor!"

After Gu Jiao left, the abbot still recovered for a long time.

A disciple stepped forward and asked, "Abbot, what's the matter with you?"

"I remembered something," said the abbot.

"What's the matter?" the disciple asked.

The abbot sighed and said, "It happened many years ago."

He drank too much that night, and wanted to give the newborn baby some Shougong sand, but he shook his hand and placed it on the little girl's face...

The next day he woke up, remembered what he had done, and hurriedly went to apologize to Mrs. Hou,

It turned out that the face of the child in Mrs. Hou's arms was white and there was no trace of Shougongsha at all.

Because he drank too much, he wasn't quite sure about his memory. Since the little baby didn't have it on his face, he probably didn't do it himself, right?

After so many years, he had completely forgotten about that incident. But when he saw the little girl just now, memories came to his mind, and he wondered if he really smeared the Shougong sand on other people's faces that night?

No, he ordered the daughter of the Houfu, and the girl just now said she was a villager at the foot of the mountain.

After Gu Jiao left the presided over meditation room, she went to look for the lady just now, only to be told that the other party had gone down the mountain.

"These boxes of snacks were ordered by the lady to give the little monk to the little benefactor, please accept the little benefactor." The monk who cleaned the meditation room handed a large burden to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao weighed the weight in her hand, and knew that the lady kept all the snacks for herself.

Gu Jiao sighed, the clothes hadn't been returned to her yet...

The clothes that Madam gave Gu Jiao were good-looking, but they were not good for walking on the mountain road. This can't be blamed for the poor quality. After all, people who can afford this kind of material don't need to walk by themselves.

On the way back, Gu Jiao walked very fast. She was a little worried that the old lady would not get along with the family next door. After all, the old lady had a bad temper and was very picky, and she was an extremely unsocial type.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jiao was dumbfounded as soon as she entered the door.

what's the situation? Why so many people? Are they all women?

Gu Jiao and Xiao Liulang did not take the initiative to walk around with the villagers. In the past, only those who had to write a letter of faith would come to their house. The highest record was three a day, no more.

So why doesn't Gu Jiao understand why their main room is suddenly crowded?

The old lady sat majestic and domineering on the top chair, while Uncle Luo's mother-in-law, Aunt Luo, was standing beside her with a pot of tea.

On the other side is Guifang, the young daughter-in-law of Aunt Zhang's family, who is holding a tray with melon seeds and a tea cup.

Gu Jiao was even more puzzled, didn't Sister Guifang just give birth?

The rest of the people don't seem to have the qualifications to get close, so they stand opposite, you squeeze me and I squeeze you, like a country version of the palace fighting drama!

"Okay, let's go back." The old lady put down the seeds and waved her hand.

Everyone stepped back, and before leaving, they all saluted the old lady crookedly.

The concubines and concubines saluting are pleasing to the eye, but a group of village women in turbans saluted, it was simply the scene of a large-scale car accident!

Gu Jiao didn't want anything for Lei, grabbed Xue Ningxiang next to her and asked, "What is my old lady doing?"

Xue Ningxiang couldn't hide her admiration and said, "Auntie is telling the folks a show! It's a nice talk!"

Gu Jiao's mouth twitched: "What's the matter with salute?"

Xue Ningxiang thought for a while before she understood what Gu Jiao was referring to: "Oh, what are you talking about? My aunt taught it, she said that everyone in the theater is like this!"

People in theaters don't do this!

The old lady is blatantly fooling the big guy to salute her.

Gu Jiao wondered, where did the old lady come from, can she be such a demon?