Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

In the Puhe courtyard, Aunt Du asked people to clean up the side room, and then she led Aunt Fang there.

Bai Ping stayed outside the room, while the two aunts talked alone in the room.

Aunt Fang said: "You left me here on purpose, what's the matter?"

Aunt Du poured herself a cup of warm water, and said with a faint smile, "It was Madam Third who left you behind."

"Okay, there are only two of us here." Aunt Fang also poured herself a glass of warm water.

Aunt Du laughed softly, and said braggingly, "The third young lady is extremely intelligent, and our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have a tacit understanding."

"The eldest lady is the serious mother-in-law of the third young lady." Aunt Fang deliberately choked her so that she would not be proud of herself in front of her all the time.

Aunt Du's face turned cold in an instant, "It's serious. The people I sent out have been to the nanny's hometown, and people from her hometown said that their family has never been back."

Aunt Fang sighed in disappointment: "It's been so long, there are so many people, it's really hard to find."

"My natal family's business is all over the place. I wrote a letter to my father and asked him to help find someone."

"Sister Baozhu, thank you."

Aunt Du raised the corners of her lips, "Although I haven't found the nanny yet, I found the nurse from back then."

Aunt Fang opened her eyes wide in an instant, and hurriedly asked, "She knows the inside story?"

"Not sure yet, but she's a suspect."

"I want to see her." Aunt Fang clenched her hands tightly, her veins bulging.

"No hurry, I want to ask you to do me a favor first."

"What are you busy with?"

Aunt Du clapped her hands twice.

After a while, the door opened from the outside, and Bai Ping led a maid in, then closed the door again and stood guard outside.

The maid stepped forward to salute, "Qing'er pays respects to Aunt Du and Aunt Fang."

Aunt Fang asked in surprise, "Who is she?"

Aunt Du asked back with a half-smile, "Who do you think she looks like?"

Hearing this, Aunt Fang took a closer look, her eyes gradually revealing disbelief, "...Me?"

Aunt Du smiled softly and said, "When I first saw her, I was shocked."

After thinking about it for a while, Aunt Fang guessed Aunt Du's intention, "Do you want her to learn from me?"

"It depends on whether elder sister Ru is willing to teach herself."

Aunt Fang pondered for a moment, and then said: "Okay."

Aunt Du looked at her meaningfully and smiled, "Sister Ru, it seems that you have really figured it out now."

Aunt Fang couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Aunt Du said: "Sister Ru doesn't have many chances to personally teach Qing'er, let's start tonight."

Aunt Fang nodded, and asked by the way: "Where did you find this child?"

"To tell you the truth, this child was originally prepared for the third young master. As soon as I saw her, I found that her appearance was quite similar to yours."

Immediately, Aunt Fang's eyes widened, and she said in disapproval: "We are both concubines, and we know the hardships involved. If it is not necessary, why would you..."

Speaking of this, Aunt Fang suddenly froze for a moment. "You are for the heir?"

Aunt Du nodded, "I'm just keeping it in reserve, to be prepared."

"If the third young master has separated from you because of this, then don't blame me for stealing your son."

When the words fell, it was Aunt Du's turn to be stunned, and she looked at Aunt Fang in disbelief. "It seems that the third young lady is very fond of you."

The two aunts stared wide-eyed, and after a while, they smiled lightly at the same time.

Aunt Du smiled and said, "Thank you sister Ru for reminding me, I can't give you a chance to take my son away."

The two smiled at each other.

Early the next morning, Yang Jiming went to the yamen after breakfast.

Outside the yamen, the old man was waiting for him.

Yang Jiming was not surprised to see him and invited him in.

The old man looked at Yang Jiming anxiously, and said guiltily, "Young Master Yang, you are kind to me, but I don't know how to show gratitude."

Yang Jiming said warmly, "Why do you say that?"

The old man felt even more guilty, lowered his head and said, "Young Master Yang, in fact, I have seen all the tributes you asked me to look at last time."

"Did you copy it?" Yang Jiming's eyes widened slightly.

"Yes."

"Is what I showed you real or fake?"

"it is true."

"So, who asked you to imitate it?"

"It's a middle-aged man surnamed Wang, with a thin body, a few strands of beard on his face, and a shrill voice."

Immediately, Yang Jiming remembered the person shopkeeper Lu mentioned.

"It's not bad, let's stop this matter for now. If that person comes to ask you to work again, if you can refuse, then try your best to refuse."

"Okay." The old man hunched over, showing exhaustion.

Yang Jiming said in a warm voice: "You don't have to worry about this matter so much. Mr. Xu has great powers, and he is here."

"Hey." The old man's eyes were a little red.

Yang Jiming looked at his appearance, and asked with concern: "Have you encountered any difficulties again?"

The old man hesitated and refused to speak.

Yang Jiming poured him a cup of tea, "If you are willing to tell me, I am willing to listen. I will help you as much as I can."

The old man thanked her gratefully, and said slowly: "My granddaughter is sick, and it seems to be very serious. I have been doing all kinds of jobs recently, just to raise more money for her medicine."

"You have family?" Yang Jiming was a little surprised, he had never seen or heard of it.

The old man nodded, feeling guilty, lost, and sad.

"Yang Sanshao has seen it before, and you and your young lady have also eaten their tofu nao."

Speaking of tofu nao, Yang Jiming remembered it.

"So, the person I saw that day was indeed you." When they left after eating tofu nao that day, he saw the old man hiding in the corner and watching the stall secretly.

"My daughter refused to recognize me. My daughter and son-in-law got their legs broken because of me."

The old man wiped his tears with his sleeve, and continued: "I sent money to Mian Mian to see a doctor and buy medicine, but my daughter refused to accept it at first. Later, she was willing to accept it because of Mian Mian."

"Not enough money?"

Old and old tears. "The doctor said it can't be cured. I want to ask Sanshao Yang, can you help me to ask the imperial physician in the palace to treat Mian Mian."

"I'll help you think of an idea."

"Thank you Young Master Yang."

After Yang Jiming sent Lao Buai away, after some hesitation, he finally reported to Xu Yihuan.

Xu Yihuan said: "Don't mention the matter of imitating tributes to others. You have to remind Lao Buai of this. I will help him find an imperial physician for his granddaughter's illness."

"Yes, thank you sir."

When Yang Jiming resigned, Xu Yihuan suddenly asked: "If it were you and me, how would you handle this matter?"

"It's difficult for subordinates to make decisions."

"Go back and think about what you would do. Then, see how I do it."

"Yes." Yang Jiming couldn't help showing surprise, Master Xu meant to train him.

Yang Jiming thought about it carefully. On the one hand, he asked Zhang Yong to help him arrange manpower to investigate Liu Si, and on the other hand, he went to find Jiang Shumao by himself.

Jiang Shumao is the son of Marquis Wu Ning, and he is far more stubborn than Yang Jiming before.

When Yang Jiming found him, he was fighting a cock.

In the small cockfighting arena on the street, some people cheered and others booed.

Jiang Shumao laughed loudly and picked up his winner, Marshal Hong, and said provocatively, "Come again tomorrow!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Yang Jiming. "Hey, isn't this our reformed Detective Yang?"

"Jiang Si, I have something to see you."

"Don't call me this nickname, call me Fourth Brother Mao." Jiang Shumao said as he walked forward.

"It's one year younger than me." Yang Jiming quickly followed, like brothers. "Come on, let's have a drink or two."

Jiang Shumao glanced at the soapy clothes on Yang Jiming's body in disgust, and said, "You stepped into the public house, why do you want me?"

"Sit down first, let's talk slowly."

Yang Jiming pushed Jiang Shumao into a nearby teahouse with half push and half persuasion.

Jiang Shumao only cared about his Red Marshal and ignored Yang Jiming.

Yang Jiming said: "This one in your arms, do you want to keep holding it like this?"

"My Red Marshal is General Changsheng, he is my treasure." Jiang Shumao didn't even give him a straight look.

"That's because I haven't met Marshal Hei yet."

"How powerful is my Red Marshal? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"It was Ding Zijie who quietly fed him, just waiting to show off his power and become famous in one battle."

Jiang Shumao hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Can you bring Marshal Black out to compete with my Marshal Red?"

Yang Jiming poured himself a cup of tea, "I'll talk to Ding Zijie later."

Jiang Shumao looked embarrassed and said: "Yang San, what I mean is that you quietly brought Marshal Hei out."

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate?"

"What are you looking for me for today?"

"I miss you, let's chat with you casually."

"We have known each other since we were young, how can I not know you? What's the matter, tell me."

Yang Jiming smiled embarrassingly, and said in an unhurried manner: "Did anything happen in your house recently, such as something missing?"

"How can I know such a small matter?" Jiang Shumao rolled his eyes and called the boy from the next table over. "Suan Miao, do you know if anything has been lost in the mansion recently?"

The servant named Suanmiao was slightly taken aback, and said: "There really are. A few days ago, Madam lost a golden hairpin, and asked people to search all over the main courtyard but couldn't find it. As a result, the next day, The golden hairpin is in the sewing basket next to the dressing table in the madam's room."

Jiang Shumao smiled meaningfully: "You know a lot, my mother has your friend by my side, right?"

Suan Miao smiled flatteringly and said, "Young master, you can't talk nonsense."

Jiang Shu sneered, "Okay, I'll let you go."

"Thank you sir."

Yang Jiming asked Suan Miao, "Didn't you look for that sewing basket before?"

Suan Miao replied: "The person who was in charge of finding the dressing table was a second-class maid in the madam's courtyard. She was supposed to be promoted to first-class maid, but because of this, she was demoted to fourth-class maid and was assigned to work in the kitchen. It’s alive. She insisted and searched carefully, but there was nothing in the needle and thread basket. Yang Sanshao, do you think this is strange?”

Hearing this, Yang Jiming thought for a while, and then asked: "What's the name of that maid? She wasn't promoted to first-class maid, so who was promoted later?"

Suan Miao replied: "The unlucky one is called Hong Zhu, and the one who was promoted to first-class maidservant instead of her is Pearl."

Yang Jiming nodded.

Jiang Shumao asked curiously, "Why are you asking about this?"

Yang Jiming raised his eyebrows and said to him, "I'll give you a chance to make a good face in front of Mrs. Jiang, do you want to?"