Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

Yan Xia couldn't put it down and touched it again and again. After a while, he put his eyes away and looked at the third horse.

This piece of fabric is on the small side, only one meter long at most. It is a brocade with a pink background and milky white gradient dyeing. It will definitely look great on a child. It also has many flowers and plants embroidered on it. It looks like peach blossoms and a bit like cherry blossoms. You can't tell the difference between Yan Xia and Xia. It is clear, it still feels cool and smooth to the touch, and the surface is still shining. It will definitely be more stunning when viewed under the sun.

These brocades are much better than the fabrics she wears, even her ready-made clothes cost fifty taels of silver.

It seems that there are indeed many good things at the border.

Most of the official suitcase at Yan Xia's feet has been removed.

She dug out two more pairs of ready-made clothes and a new pair of shoes.

There are two fist-sized stones hidden in the top.

It should be the so-called rough stone.

There are no burrs on the surface of the stone and it feels smooth to the touch.

Yan Xia doesn't know how to judge the quality of jade, let alone carve jade. He can only put it away first.

She sat on the ground and looked at the envelopes she got from the secret room of the study in Xuzhi County. They were all letters exchanged with the Governor of Jiangnan. In them, it was written how much money and beautiful women Xu Wenyan had sent to the Governor of Jiangnan, and what the Governor of Jiangnan had ordered Xu Wenyan to do. Wen Yan was in charge of this envelope. If he took out one of these envelopes and handed it to the current Holy Emperor, Xu Wenyan would be beheaded on the spot.

"Tsk, tsk, should I give this letter to Jinyu?" Yan Xia was confused.

Give it to him, and I'm afraid that Jin will act rashly. How could he, an orphan with no backing, hand the letter to the emperor? It's even less reliable to hand it to the ministers. The officials in the DPRK are complicated, but the letter is written clearly and clearly. , the governor of Jiangnan has a very close relationship with the Minister of Hubu. It seems that Jinyu's father was the Minister of Hubu before he died.

Yan Xia seemed to smell a hint of conspiracy.

So was Xu Wenyan ordered to kill Jinyu's father?

Could it be the order from the Minister of Household Affairs?

What are the benefits of forcing Jinyu's father to death?

She couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it, now is not the time. I will leave it to you when you grow up." Yan Xia murmured to herself. She packed the envelope, placed it in the space, and stepped out.

After covering herself with a thin quilt, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

When I woke up, there was a sparrow standing on the willow tree outside the window, chirping like a living alarm clock.

Yan Xia yawned.

Get up.

She got dressed, opened the door, stood on the porch and called Baodong down.

Since buying the maid, she has become more and more lazy. She almost relies on the maid to do things like combing her hair.

Today, she was going to the Xu Mansion. Yan Xia put on ugly makeup, and after washing, she asked Baodong to give her a bun that made her look older.

Plug in an ordinary gold hairpin and match it with two yellow jade hairpins and you're done.

The sugar-white jade bracelet worth more than 400 taels was replaced by a cheap Qingshui bracelet.

She didn't dare to wear good things.

What if Mrs. Xu takes a fancy to her and takes it away.

Yan Xia finished putting on her makeup and went downstairs to have breakfast.

What I had this morning was pan-fried buns, thin noodles boiled in chicken soup, and three side dishes, namely cold cucumber, spicy stir-fried pickles and fermented bean curd.

All the oil in the chicken soup was skimmed off, and it tasted particularly refreshing. The addition of sweet and sour cucumbers whetted Yan Xia's appetite. She put a few chopsticks of pickles into the noodles, stirred them, and ate.

Soon, the bowl of noodles was finished and the soup was finished.

Yan Xia started to eat the fried buns. She took a small bite first, and the inside was sizzling with oil. She poked a little fermented bean curd with her chopsticks and stuffed it into the fried buns, then wrapped it in one bite.

The sweet and spicy flavor of fermented bean curd and the gravy of pan-fried buns are mixed together to relieve the greasiness.

The taste has increased by two degrees.

"Hiccup~"

After eating all the fried buns, Yan Xia burped.

Sighing comfortably.

I live this little life like a god.

When the meal comes, you open your mouth and stretch out your hands.

Thinking back to how miserable she looked nestled in a pile of straw when she first came here.

Yan Xia didn't dare to recall.

"Baodong, I'm going to the Xu Mansion. I shouldn't be back for lunch at noon, so you don't have to cook for me." After taking a break, Yan Xia took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and left the house.

Walking to the street, she bought some fruits, expensive tea and pastries and went to Xu Mansion.

By then it was already time.

"Excuse me, please wait here for a moment. Something happened in front of me. I have to inform the old lady first, so I don't dare to let you in. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." The concierge's attitude was very good. , Yan Xia didn't make it difficult for him. She had both hands full and a small jewelry box on her arm.

The whole person feels like moving.

Big and small bags.

Due to the great strength, Yan Xia couldn't feel the weight at all.

After she waited for more than ten minutes, the concierge came back panting.

"Please come in quickly, the old lady is waiting for you in the main room."

Yan Xia thanked him politely and walked in with great swagger.

She had been here several times and she was already familiar with the road. But halfway through, she saw Mrs. Xu's personal maid, Xiao Jin, walking toward her.

"Mrs. Yan, please come quickly. The master has asked me to come and pick you up. Oh, why have you brought so many things? Let me get them. This is too much." Xiao Jin has a round face, and when he smiles, there are two She is a very cute girl, and Yan Xia quite likes her.

"It's okay, you little girl is not very strong and you are tired of carrying it. I can just carry it myself. I have done a lot of farm work, so this little thing is not a big deal."

Yan Xia continues to create her hard-working image.

"No, Mrs. Yan, let me get it. If the master knows that I asked you to take so many things, he will scold me to death." Xiao Jin hurriedly took the melon and fruit bag held by Yan Xia in his left hand.

There were two watermelons, eight melons, and a bag of fresh crisp peaches inside. It was very heavy, and it was very difficult for Xiao Jin to lift it.

"Okay, you come and get the tea and cakes, and I'll carry the fruits." Xiao Jin looked to be only a year or two older than Chang Yu, and he was still very thin. The servants were all children from miserable families. No matter how bad the people in the Xu family were, Yan Xia never angered these servants.

She grabbed the melon and fruit bag and handed the bag in her right hand to Xiao Jin.

"Okay, let's go. Your master will definitely not blame you if he sees you carrying things for me."

Yan Xia smiled lightly and strode forward.

Xiao Jin froze on the spot. She weighed the bag in her hand very lightly.

Seeing that Yan Xia was gone, she came back to her senses and trotted to follow him.

"Mrs. Xu, I'm here to see you." Yan Xia walked into the main room and said to Mrs. Xu with a smile.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. You are carrying so many things. Look at you, sweating profusely. Xiao Yin and Xiao Jin carried the fruits to the kitchen, cut them and brought them over. Remember to put them on ice, and brought two cups of mung beans to drink. "The melons and fruits are packed in mesh bags made of hemp rope, so Mrs. Xu can see them at a glance.

"Ouch, Mrs. Xu, what's wrong with you? Why are you so blue and black now? Didn't you sleep well? How about I get you some tranquilizers?"

Yan Xia asked with concern, pretending not to know.