Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 117 The group pets her with a little sweet baby 12
The little bun took off the straw sandals on his feet, stepped on the bed with his black feet, crossed his waist, stared at his round eyes, and shouted childishly: "Who are you!"

Jiang Qinghan: "I am your father."

Little Baozi: "My father is dead! You are dead too!"

Jiang Qinghan: "..."

He held the little bun's head in his hands, and looked at the little bun seriously, "You'd better sleep well for me, if you're willing to sleep well, I'll have someone cook you a table of delicious food tomorrow morning."

The little bun stared: "I don't care! I want mother! I want to go home!"

Noisy and noisy most of the night.

The movement in the front yard was transmitted directly to the backyard in the dark night.

Aunt Xu, the widow of Jiang Qinghan's deceased father, was woken up, frowning, listening carefully to the movement from a distance, "Xiaoqiao, is this the movement of a child?"

Xiaoqiao opened the door and rushed to the yard, then ran back quickly, nodded to her aunt, "It's a child. It was heard from our young master's yard, how could there be any movement of a child? Why don't you go and see?"

Aunt Xu lowered her eyes and thought for a long time, she couldn't help thinking about seven years ago.

Then he quickly dismissed his thoughts.

how could be.

After so many years, whether the woman can conceive is another matter.

If it really existed, a girl with yellow flowers would not dare to be born.

"That's all." She lay back on the bed exhaustedly, "Just go to his yard tomorrow and have a look. Miss's medicine has been taken today?"

Xiaoqiao nodded and said, "Eat."

Back in their dilapidated little home, Xia Ling loaded all the raw materials of the family into the car, and told people to put all the pillows, quilts and clothes into the car.

The attendant who followed took a look at the quilt, "Madam, there is no need for these old clothes and old quilts. The mansion has prepared them for Madam and the young master, so there is no need to bring these."

How can you do it without it?

How can it show the noble character of their mother and son who regard money as dirt.

Without hesitation, Xia Ling loaded the carriage with a pillow, "Take it. These clothes are what Xiao Baozi likes, and this quilt and pillow are also what Xiao Baozi sleeps on. It smells like him."

Seeing that she was persistent, the attendants stopped persuading her.

On the way back, I happened to pass by the residence of Mrs. Zhang, who was doing makeup during the day.

Xia Ling got out of the car first, and knocked on the door of Shangshu Mansion with a jar of brown makeup powder that he owed.

After hearing the reason for Xia Ling's visit, the servant led her into a small room, made tea for her, and waited for Mrs. Zhang to come.

She asked for pen and ink again, and twisted her body on the low table to write the makeup method Mrs. Zhang taught during the day.

With a "creak", the door pushed in from the outside.

Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised when she saw Xia Ling writing in front of the candlestick, "I thought you wouldn't come today. I heard that you were taken away, but my master went to the banquet today and hasn't returned yet. He planned to come with my family. The master said that he tried to rescue you."

"I've seen Madam." Xia Ling got up, and saluted Madam Zhang with a smile on her face. Seeing that the makeup on Madam Zhang's face was still in good condition, and there were no spots or smudges, she felt more at ease. Someone rescued me, and I was thinking about a bottle of makeup powder that I owed my wife during the day, so I sent it here."

"You girl, your heart is really sincere." Mrs. Zhang sat on the chair brought by the maid, "I will go to find you if you don't come."

"Tomorrow Madam will ask the servant girl to dress up Madam according to what is written here." Xia Ling handed over the written makeup method, a little puzzled, "But the face is uncomfortable?"

"No, no. This face is very good. It's a good thing I'm looking for you." Mrs. Zhang changed her arrogance when she first met today, and reached out to hold Xia Ling's hand. It’s not that someone else smashed your stall, you’re afraid you’ll sell out your makeup soon. But if you go back tomorrow, maybe that stall was smashed again, I heard it’s the old thing from Xianshuige who did it. I Thinking about it, how about I set up a shop for you?"

"I don't dare. I'm new here and I don't have much money, madam. It's okay to run a small business, but once I open a shop, I won't be able to afford the money." Xia Ling was frightened.

"There's me!" The lady Zhang blinked, with a girlish playfulness on her face, "I'm out of the shop, and you can just sell your rouge and gouache. If you make money, you will give me [-]% every month. If you have to If you lose the capital, you don’t have to give it to me. If you lose it, it’s all on me. You’re relying on me, so naturally that old guy from Shuixian Pavilion wouldn’t dare to trouble you.”

Seeing that Xia Ling still had a look of hesitation, she persuaded her again and again: "I am optimistic about your business, and now you have given me the prescription. If you refuse, I will tell you all about the prescription so that everyone can learn from it." , so you don’t even have to do business.”

This "threat" really teased Xia Ling.

She chuckled and said, "Madam is a kind person, how can she block my way? It's not that I don't want to, I just feel that I have taken advantage of Madam and made Madam suffer."

"How can it be! I'm so happy that it's too late. Our family members are all dead, and we, a high-ranking girl, can't show up and make a living like you. In this way, you can earn me a lot in front of me. Yinzi, I don’t have to worry about it, I’m reaching out to beg the master for money, right?”

After pondering for a while, Xia Ling nodded and agreed, "Then I will listen to Madam. I will do my best and try to let Madam get the money every month."

"No!" Mrs. Zhang smiled happily when Xia Ling agreed, and handed Xia Ling the key that had been hidden in the handkerchief for a long time, "This shop is diagonally opposite the place where you set up the stall today, next to the tavern. That one is many times better than that of Xianshui Pavilion!"

She lowered her head and touched the key, "This is the dowry my grandma gave me, and it's in your hands now."

Xia Ling, who returned to the general's mansion, was in a good mood.

The trip to the cell today was so worth it.

Harvested as an investor, has a big house to live in, and can have a lot of intersections with the male lead.

Simply not too good.

She was humming a tune as she walked, and as soon as she entered the courtyard, she heard the heartbreaking cry of Little Baozi.

"I want mother!"

"I don't want to go to the academy!"

"You hit me! I'm going to tell my mother!"

beat?
Shocked, Xia Ling hurried to the door of the room where the little bun was, and quickly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Jiang Qinghan with a dark face, holding the little bun around his waist, and slapping the little bun's ass with his hand.

"What are you doing!"

Hearing Xia Ling's cry, Xiao Baozi cried even more fiercely. Taking advantage of Jiang Qinghan's stupefied effort, he escaped from his grasp after a few struggles, and rushed towards Xia Ling.

The little baby cried into tears, was out of breath, and had a hoarse voice.

A burst of fire rushed straight to Xia Ling's forehead.

She raised her hand and slammed Jiang Qinghan's shoulder hard, "Why hit my son!"

(End of this chapter)