Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

The days pass quickly, and as soon as summer is over, winter is here.

The third young master who was promoted didn't know why, but he didn't leave once he stayed in the mansion.This time, everyone in the mansion is busy with the master's winter expenses.

The eldest lady, the ladies, the young masters and ladies, and the gentlemen in the courtyard all want to warm the stove, cotton jackets and fox scarves.If you go shopping temporarily, you can't find them all.Fucai is also the first and the second big.If this lady has it, but that lady doesn't have it, Fu will suffer. If everyone wants it, if they can't get it out, everyone doesn't have it, so Fu Cai will go away.

Finally came up with an idea, divided the existing material according to the head, disassembled it and combined it with the cotton silk material bestowed by the emperor last time, and let the servants sew it into new clothes.

As soon as Fucai had an idea, he immediately gave orders, and this matter had to be done before the weather completely cooled down.So all the menders in the house gathered together, no matter whether you were the manure picker or the tea server, the manure picker had to wash his hands.

Wang San entered the inner courtyard again.

Fucai was also worried at first, this Mr. Wang San had an accident, should he be allowed to come?But I heard that Wang San also made money by mending clothes for people on weekdays, and his methods were sophisticated enough, which made Fucai harden his heart.

If Fucai knew what happened later, he would not let Wang San enter the inner courtyard again even if he was given three more heads.

Wang San was fast and down-to-earth, and Gui Niang, who was in charge of sewing, fell in love with him the first day, and asked him to sew clothes for the big masters, saying that there must be no leakage of cotton or hair loss.

Gui Niang pointed out the clothes one by one, and said that this belonged to the first young master, that belonged to the second young master, and that belonged to the third young master. .

Wang San was startled, and nodded.

Guiniang saw that Wang San was so cute, so she specially assigned him an empty room.

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Wang San looked at Xia Chuan's clothes in front of the light.That style is obviously different from that of the three young masters, it looks like a daughter's dress, and the pendulum is closed, neither fish nor fowl.Seeing this style, Wang San was furious.

Wang San sewed the eldest young master's first, and then the second young master's.He worked carefully, and the day passed like this.Gui Niang came to see it once, she was very satisfied, she whispered to Wang San, if he did well this time, he would be promoted to the inner court later.

Wang San smiled and thanked Guiniang.I feel sorry for Guiniang, how can this be the inner courtyard?This is the gate of hell!Bah, if you ask him to come in, he's still not willing to go in.

This time he agreed to come in and mend it, not for the one or two dollars, but to be honest, Wang San was still thinking about Mr. Xia Xia Chuan, who cried until his voice became hoarse that day.

Wang San thought, if Xia Chuan was really doing well, then he would not make any moves; if Xia Chuan was threatened, he would fight with his life to rescue Xia Chuan.

This evil is self-made, if you don't solve it, you will go to hell.

Wang San was afraid of going to hell if he died, and he was afraid of harming Xia Chuan, so he felt like he was living in hell.

At night, Wang San lay in bed trying to find a way to see Xia Chuan.He can no longer see the corridors and pavilions without closing his eyes.When he closed his eyes now, all he could see were the pink and jade-white legs.Even in dreams, it will often appear, and then be woken up alive by the pain below.

Xia Chuan became the most painful seed buried in his body.

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