Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

October 20th, Yi Chou Day.

The first snow in the 14th year of Hongzhi finally fell. It was a heavy snowfall, and the whole Shuntian Mansion was covered with silver.

After settling in the capital the day before yesterday, Xia Yuan urged Wang Shouren to go to the Ministry of Industry to cancel his leave and go to work quickly. The little daughter-in-law at home finally gave up the idea of ​​collecting firewood every morning.

Everything is going in the right direction.

Well, except for waking up a little early these two days.

It was still dark, so Wu Ma stood outside the house and started shouting for people to get up. Wu Ma bought this from Ren Yazi in the West Market, and she bought it with a maid.

Human trafficking is a serious legal business these days. Xia Yuan doesn't have such a strong sense of justice, and he won't bother to interfere when he is idle.

Not only did he not interfere, he also participated in it. As for guilt, sorry, no.

The saying that there is no killing without buying and selling is pure nonsense in this era. In such a feudal era, selling one's children and selling oneself is the last and only way for people to survive when they are desperate and unable to survive.

If there is a ban on buying and selling, you can refer to Wang Mang. He once issued such a policy. Later, his head was wrapped in lime and became a collection of several royal families.

Being woken up before dawn, Xia Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed. It could be seen from his increasingly gloomy face that he was gathering energy to get up.

Zhao Yuerong was also yawning non-stop, reaching out to rub his sleepy eyes.

After several months of feeding and half a winter of warm cultivation, it can be seen that the little shepherd's purse has gained some weight. Her former appearance has disappeared, and her fair and round face has become a cute girl in the true sense.

It looks even cuter.

Xia Yuan looked at his daughter-in-law with a round and round face, and the energy she had just accumulated when she woke up was inexplicably dissipated. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little face. It was pink and tender, full of elasticity, and felt first-class.

Zhao Yuerong looked at him in confusion, wondering why her husband pinched her face.

"There's something on your face."

"What's there?"

Xia Yuan said seriously: "It's a bit cute."

This kind of love talk is earthy and greasy, but it is obviously very effective for Xiaoqiuzi. Zhao Yuerong blushed again, and Xia Yuan took another sip, and his face became even redder.

At this time, the wake-up call outside the house rang again.

"It's up."

Xia Yuan replied to the door, put on his clothes in twos and twos, sat by the bed and waited for her to put on her clothes too, then got out of bed and walked over to open the door.

A middle-aged woman in her forties was standing outside with a girl carrying a basin.

The middle-aged woman is naturally Wu's mother. Although she looks to be in her forties, she is actually only in her thirties. It is obvious that she cherishes this hard-won working opportunity and is very diligent.

I woke up earlier than a chicken, and I don’t know if I went to bed later than a dog. I don’t have a dog at home, so I can’t compare.

As for that girl, she was a purchased maid named Mute Niang. She was really mute.

"Wu Ma, didn't I tell you yesterday that you don't have to wake up so early so you can sleep more, that's great."

Wu Ma smiled flatteringly, "But Mr. Wang is already up, and the Nu family also wants to prepare the meal before Mr. Wang goes to the Yamen."

I forgot to order this item from Wang Shouren.

Xia Yuan raised his head and took a look. There were snowflakes floating in the sky, and you could even see stars through the snowflakes. Civil servants in ancient times really had no human rights.

After looking at it for a few times, he looked away and then stepped aside. The mute woman came up to Xia Yuan Fufu with a basin in her hand, and greeted Xia Yuan Fufu as a greeting before entering the house with the basin in her hands.

Then there was a round of Abba Abba.

In order to help Xiaolizi adapt to the life of having servants at home, Xia Yuan specially asked this mute girl to serve her only every day.

The results were very good. On the second day, Zhao Yuerong already felt that she had fallen. She was obviously uncomfortable with being served by others, and even felt a little at a loss.

But when faced with such a mute girl, it was impossible to communicate. For example, if she was washing up now, she would just shake her head and say with a embarrassed look, I can do it myself.

The mute girl will quickly change her expression, showing that she is more at a loss than she is, and then make AbaAba gestures.

I can't understand it, and I can't learn this kind of gesture.

She had no choice but to sit there and wait for the mute mother to hand her a toothbrush. After brushing her teeth, she asked the mute mother to wash her face and comb her hair.

When everything was completed, Zhao Yuerong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up and came out of the house, with the mute girl following closely behind her, never leaving.

The mute girl was obviously older than her, she looked to be in her twenties, and she was half a head taller than her. The same thing was that both of them looked at a loss.

At a glance, it looked like two maids walking one behind the other. Xia Yuan just watched silently without making any comments.

After all, you have just started living a life of being cared for by servants, and your temperament has not caught up yet, so you should cultivate it slowly.

When they arrived at the dining room, with the lamp in hand, Wang Shouren was already sitting at the table, drinking porridge. Zhao Yuerong sat on the stool, watching Wu Ma bring the porridge to him, and then handed him the chopsticks.

She reached out to take it, picked up the porridge and took a sip, suddenly feeling sentimental.

I have become an idler.

And this porridge tastes better than the one I cooked myself. Woo hoo, I am really useless.

Wang Shouren drank the porridge in the bowl, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said in a deep voice: "Teacher, the student may have to go home today."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan's heart seemed to slow down for a beat, and a surge of joy quietly surged up, but he still asked calmly: "Why do you suddenly think of going home? Have you forgiven me?"

"The students don't know either, but when they went on duty yesterday, colleagues from the Ministry of Works told the students that my father had been here a few days ago and left again after learning that the students had asked for leave."

Speaking of this, Wang Shouren paused, and then said: "The student wanted to come, but his father may have changed his mind, or he may have something to ask the student, so he just wanted to go home and ask."

"Yes, yes." Xia Yuan nodded repeatedly, "You might as well ask, your father might have changed his mind and is looking forward to your return like the stars and the moon, so that you can move."

Oh, it seems like it can't be moved.

In the past, I really always hoped that Wang Shengren's father would change his mind and then this guy would move back to his own home.

Especially these two days.

But Xia Yuan suddenly remembered that this guy was very important and was responsible for teaching the prince. If he moved back, who would teach that boy Zhu Houzhao?

Is this retribution? It comes so quickly.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Yuan asked with a smile: "Bo'an, let me ask you, if your father changes his mind, will you move back?"

Wang Shouren nodded silently, feeling a little ashamed and said, "Although the student is reluctant to part with his teacher, he has already worked hard on his teacher these days by being shameless. If his father changes his mind, the student will naturally move back to reduce the burden on his teacher."

"Oh, I'm actually quite reluctant to let you go, so let me ask you another question."

"Teacher, please speak."

"If you move back, will you still teach Zhu Shou?"

"Of course it will happen. Just like the past two days, the student will return from duty under the Ministry of Works and then teach Zhu Shou to study. The only difference is that after the end, the student will go home instead of living in the mentor's house."

"Okay, I feel relieved with your words."

Xia Yuan was really relieved, and said with sincerity: "Go home today and admit your mistake to your father. The so-called bedside between husband and wife. Bah, there is no overnight feud between father and son. Move back as soon as possible if you can. Of course, I don't want to

I’m driving you away just because, well, you should understand, right?”

Since he couldn't think of a suitable reason, Xia Yuan could only throw the problem away. After all, this guy was always the best at thinking.

"Students understand."

Wang Shouren took a breath and felt a little moved. He understood everything. This was all the good intentions of his mentor.
Chapter completed!