On the way, He Jiuniang briefly told him about Yao and Susu, and then said: "I temporarily let them live at home. Don't be surprised if you see her. Also, Susu is really She's very cute. Get to know her when you have time, and remember to have a nice attitude and don't scare her."

Lu Baichuan didn't expect that Susu had encountered so much at such a young age, and there was a trace of emotion in his heart. He felt pity and said: "Don't worry, I know."

He sent He Jiuniang to the door of his house. He didn't even enter the door, so he turned around and went to do things.

He Jiuniang walked in by herself. It was Mrs. Yao who came out after hearing the commotion and said with a smile: "Sister Jiuniang, are you tired after working all night? I cooked some food for you. You can go and have a good time after eating. Get some sleep."

Mr. Yao stayed in the house, but he didn't want to take advantage of others in vain. He got up early in the morning to clean the courtyard, and then went to prepare breakfast for several children, and was alone I left a copy for He Jiuniang.

Gou'er and Xiaoshizi are going to school. Susu has nothing to do, so she learns embroidery in the yard. When she encounters something she doesn't know, she just shouts, and she goes to give guidance after finishing the work at hand. .

Such a good day was a scene she had dreamed of for countless days and nights, and now she could do it so easily.

This is all given by He Jiuniang, and she must repay it well.

"There are people in the family who specialize in doing these things, Man'er, don't worry about it."

He Jiuniang smiled and agreed, but she still didn't want her to do this all the time. Menial work.

She wants to treat people with courtesy when they stay, not in disguise.

“Hey, it’s not a heavy job. I can’t sit still, so I’ll do whatever I can.”

Mr. Yao smiled a little embarrassedly, but Hui’er next to him couldn’t bear it. He kept joking: "Madam, you don't know, my wife has never been free this morning. She has done all our work, and we don't even know what to do!"

Mrs. Yao's status is awkward now, and everyone doesn't know what to call her, so they think that she and He Jiuniang are related by god, so they call her godmother, which is reasonable.

He Jiuniang looked at her and said in a serious voice: "Look, Hui'er can't stand it anymore!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything. ..."

Mrs. Yao knew that He Jiuniang was just joking with her, so she lowered her head and laughed.

But He Jiuniang became serious and said: "Man'er, I'm telling you the truth, you are my sister, not a servant of the family. You don't need to do these things. In the end The important thing is that your hands are precious and have a greater use. They can't be so bad.Damn it! "

After saying that, He Jiuniang touched her calloused hands and said: "Look, your hands are so rough, how can you embroider on expensive silk in the future? From now on, our products will be sold to those dignitaries, but there must be no flaws. Your hands must be smooth and delicate, do you understand? ”

Silk fabrics are the easiest to seize and will be ruined if not careful, so the requirements for the embroiderer’s hands are very high.

All of Yao’s previous embroidery works are It's done on relatively rough fabrics, and the conditions are not that harsh, so it's okay even if your hands are rough, but if you go the high-end route, your hands need to be well maintained.

"But...but now I Can it still be refined like this? ”

Mr. Yao stared blankly, never considering these factors.

Having been doing menial and tiring work all these years, his hands have long been tortured. It is old and rough, and there are calluses on the palms of the hands. It seems difficult to maintain them smooth and delicate.

He Jiuniang looked confident: "Others may not be able to, but don't you have me?" I'll give you some hand cream later, and teach you a few ways to take care of your hands. You'll be better in a few months, but the premise is that you can no longer do menial work, otherwise all the good things I give you will be in vain. You must always remember that your hands are precious and can make a lot of money, so you must take good care of them! "

These words are really not meant to coax her. The most important thing for a craftsman is his hands. The menial and tiring work he is doing now is nothing compared to the dividends he will receive in the future.

Mrs. Yao was so confused by her words that she was a little overconfident in herself. Can the clothes she made really be sold to dignitaries and make a lot of money?

"Don't be in a daze. Ah, do you remember everything I just told you? "

He Jiuniang stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes. Only then did Yao Shi come back to her senses and said hesitantly: "But... can I really do it? "

"Of course. I have already ordered Butler Huang to sell the shop. Once the shop is sold, decorated and opened, you will be the living sign of our store, so you must take good care of it during this period. , don't open your hands and they are not qualified. How dare I give you expensive silk? "

"Okay, Sister Jiu, I listen to you and I will take good care of it and not let you down! "

He Jiu Niang nodded, then she felt relieved to eat and go to bed.

Back in the room, she took out several jars of very nourishing hand cream and gave them to Hui'er, He told her: "Teach her how to use it, as well as some massage techniques, and ask her to do it three times every morning, noon and evening, without slacking off. ”

　“Yes. ”

Huier smiledThen he walked away happily. He Jiuniang fell on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.

In the Duke Mu's mansion, Zhuo Jiayu had been sent back to her own courtyard, and no one in the mansion came to see her, including her younger brother, whom she had protected since she was a child.

When my father was tortured with a cane, my mother talked about it all the way. Her worries on the way did not seem to be fake, but it was her. She couldn't say anything, but her mother didn't ask more questions. She only asked again and again. Just tell her to go home.

As soon as she came back with Zhuo Jiayu, Yan rushed to see Zhuo Wei's injuries and made sure that no bones were injured before going to Zhuo Jiayu's yard.

At this moment, there was no jailer or anyone else around, and Mrs. Yan could finally say a few words to her daughter.

“Xiaoyu, you are confused!”

Mr. Yan was sitting at the table, not even willing to get closer to her, without the closeness and affection she had before.

"Why are you going to the prison? Do you know how many looks and ridicules we have received since you were imprisoned?"

Mrs. Yan is still the same She was complaining and refused to admit that she was the one who encouraged Zhuo Jiayu to go to the prison in the first place.

Zhuo Jiayu clenched her hands tightly into fists. In her hand was a small porcelain bottle containing antidote pills given by He Jiuniang, reminding her to take it once an hour.

She was not willing to put it away, and kept holding it tightly in her hand. She must live.

Last night she could still cry sadly, but now she seemed numb. Listening to her mother's words, she seemed to feel nothing.

When I have accumulated too much disappointment, I don’t seem to care that much anymore.

"Mom...I...feel uncomfortable...please...doctor..."

" She spoke with difficulty, interrupting Yan's mumbling.

Ms. Yan still sat, unmoved: "It's okay, Mom has already asked someone to make medicine for you, please bear with me."

There are more words to follow. One chapter, but it still needs to be reviewed. It should be visible tomorrow morning. Sisters can go to bed first. No need to wait, just let me face this long night alone hahahaha