Gillian took a lot of effort to clean her uncle and aunt's quilt.

She put the washed quilt aside and was about to take out her cousin Zhu Shiyu's quilt when a sudden scream came from the front: "Oh, my robe!"

A Jiao felt that the sound was familiar. When she raised her head, she saw a purple robe floating upwards. The river water here was very fast, and she could take the clothes away in the blink of an eye. A Jiao didn't have time to think about it. She supported the stone steps with one hand and the pounding pestle in the other hand and reached into the water surface with a pounding pestle. She barely touched a piece of the hem of the clothes. After a little effort, she finally took the purple robe in the water.

At this time, a little girl in green clothes ran over from the river pier in front of her. Seeing Ah Jiao intercepting her robe, the little girl burst into tears and laughed, rubbing her eyes and thanking Ah Jiao: "Thank you for your help, otherwise I will lose my official robe and the old lady will hit me again!"

The official's robe?

A Jiao's heart moved, looked at the wet purple robe in her hand, and thought of the little girl begging for mercy that often came from next door to her uncle's house. A Jiao suddenly understood that this little girl was Cui Niang, the maid of the official Zhao Yanping's house. The old lady Zhao seemed to be very uncomfortable with each other, and beating and scolding Cui Niang was common.

While thinking, Cui Niang had already stepped down the steps and came to her. Cui Niang was about eleven or two years old, and she was a little shorter than Gillian.

Gillian stood up and handed her the wet robe in her hand.

Cui Niang saw her face clearly, with her petal face, cherry lips, and her willow-leaf eyebrows and affectionate eyes, as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth. Cui Niang was stunned and forgot to take her robe.

Cui Niang was so stupid. Gillian smiled and stuffed her robe to Cui Niang. She continued to squat down.

Cui Niang came to her senses and put her wet robe on her wrist. She bent down and looked at the beautiful sister's side face and said, "Sister, you are so nice. You don't know that our old lady is so fierce. If I can't pick up this robe, I won't even think of having food to eat at night at noon."

Gillian heard about the situation in the Zhao family from her aunt and cousin’s chat.

Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao were both from the village and had no money at home. After moving into the county town, Mr. Zhao was a captain, but Mr. Zhao was honest and honest. He never did the kind of thing of accepting bribes, acting as a mighty man, and plundering people's omen. He only received more than one tael of salary every month, which was barely enough for the family to eat and wear.

If Cui Niang really loses Zhao Guanye’s official robe, Old Mrs. Zhao will feel distressed and of course she will punish Cui Niang.

"The water here is urgent, be careful in the future." Gillian said to Cui Niang.

Cui Niang nodded and saw that there was only A Jiao here. Cui Niang tentatively said, "Sister, I have no companion to wash clothes by myself. Can I come here to wash with you?"

Gillian has been away from Huayue Tower for so long, and it was the first time someone took the initiative to be with her.

I think she rarely goes out of the house, and Cui Niang is detained in the Zhao family all day long, so Cui Niang doesn't recognize her.

"Forget it, I have a bad reputation. If someone sees us together, it will only implicate you." Gillian lowered her head and soaked her cousin's quilt into the water and applied soap beans.

Cui Niang didn't understand and asked curiously: "How come her sister has a bad reputation?"

Gillian smiled bitterly and said without raising her head, "I am Zhu Xiucai's niece."

Cui Niang had never seen A Jiao, but she had heard about A Jiao and found that the beautiful sister in front of her was the niece of Zhu Xiucai, who was discussed by everyone. Cui Niang subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Be careful of the steps!" Ah Jiao pulled her quickly with her eyes and hands.

Cui Niang looked back and saw that she was about to fall into the water after taking a step back. She was so scared that she ran back.

He is so careless, no wonder he is always scolded by Mrs. Zhao.

Gillian smiled at her: "Go back quickly."

Cui Niang looked at her with a complicated look and left with a wet robe. But not long after, she actually folded the washing basin and squatted beside Gillian.

Gillian looked at her in confusion.

Cui Niang smiled and said, "Sister is a good person, I will wash with my sister."

The little maid is a little black, but her teeth are white, her eyes are black and bright, simple and cute, and her eyes look full of closeness. Gillian really wants multiple sisters to be able to interact with, but Cui Niang is young and ignorant, so Gillian can't harm her.

"You go quickly. If your old lady knows that you are with me, she will scold you." Gillian advised softly.

Cui Niang shook her head and explained while knocking on her robe: "No, our old lady told you about you. She said you have a bad life and was in trouble. She had a bad aunt who often scolded you to me, which means she felt sorry for her sister and did not dislike her at all."

But Gillian thought of her aunt. Her aunt seemed to have had a quarrel with Mrs. Zhao, and she always scolded her. I guess Mrs. Zhao just used her as a guise to scold her more, which does not mean that Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for her, just like those women by the river, who blamed her behind her back for being true, and it was true to dislike her.

"I have already persuaded you that you should be persuaded. You have to stay here. Don't blame me if you turn around and get scolded." Gillian warned Cui Niang.

Cui Niang firmly believed that Old Mrs. Zhao would not scold her, so she started chatting with Gillian warmly.

"Sister, how did you move to your uncle's house?"

"My parents died of illness and entrusted me to my uncle."

"This is how pitiful my sister, but she is beautiful and has a blessing. She can still come out after entering that kind of place. Although my aunt is unkind, my uncle still loves you. Unlike our brothers and sisters, there is no parents at home. My brother took me to flee to the famine and was almost dead. Fortunately, he was rescued by the official and took us in. The official face was cold and kind, so Mrs. Zhao became much worse. She asked our brothers and sisters to sign a contract for sale on her back and called me to serve her every day. In fact, the official saved our brothers and sisters, and we were willing to be slaves for him, but the old lady was so difficult to serve. When I put too much oil in cooking, she would scold me..."

Cui Niang seemed to have found a punching bag and kept expressing her dissatisfaction with Mrs. Zhao.

After washing the bed and quilt, Gillian had basically figured out the temper of Mrs. Zhao. She couldn't say that she was bad, but she was too stingy and frugal, and could not bear to waste it. Cui Niang was scolded because she wasted things and wasting trivial matters such as oil smoke and firewood.

My cousin's quilt cover is difficult to wash, so he has to rub it with his hands, and Gillian's wrists are red.

Cui Niang looked disgusted when she saw this: "Whose quilt is this? It's so dirty. Our old lady is so cute and clean. And my official, no matter how busy or tired she is outside, she has to wash her hands and faces and wipe her body in the yard when she goes home. Look, this is his quilt, it's not too dirty after covering it for so long."

Cui Niang flattened Zhao Yanping's quilt and let Gillian look at it.

Gillian didn't watch it, it was not suitable.

Cui Niang didn't look at her when she was busy rubbing her clothes, so she put the official's quilt back and continued to beat her.

Although Cui Niang is young, the Zhao family's clothes are easy to wash, so I will finish them first.

"Sister, I'll leave first. The old lady wants to sew a robe for the official and ask me to go back early to get some help."

"Yeah, go quickly."

Cui Niang walked back with a basin in her arms. When she left the river, she saw Zhu Shuangshuang of the Zhu family walking in front of others. The clothes and quilt covers in the bucket were brightly colored, which was obviously what the girl used for her family.

Cui Niang is stupid in some places. She knows how to wash clothes and cook, and knows that girls’ clothes are usually cleaner and easier to wash than men.

When she returned to Zhao's family, the old lady Zhao had already gone to the market to buy cloth and was about to cut it.

Cui Niang went into the house to help Mrs. Zhao flatten the cloth. Mrs. Zhao moved the scissors. Cui Niang muttered in a low voice: "Old lady, the scholar-in-law of the Zhu family is really traitor. She deliberately washed the clean quilt for her daughter, but arranged for Sister Gillian to wash the clean quilts and the couple and his son. Oh, you didn't see that the scholar's son's quilts were almost blackened into coal, and she is still a scholar. Even my brother is cleaner than him."

Old Mrs. Zhao gave her a slight look: "Sister Gillian? Did she run to wash clothes with you on the river pier? And she complained to you about her aunt?"

Cui Niang immediately shook her head: "No, it was me taking off a robe while washing clothes. Sister Gillian was downstream and helped me stop her..."

Cui Niang was a little bitch, and she told the whole story, only omitting her complaints to Mrs. Zhao.

Old Mrs. Zhao hummed and preached to the hand: "Jin's heart is long dark, so the one named Zhu is still in charge of her, otherwise she can sell her niece again."

Cui Niang sighed, "Poor Sister Gillian, she looks like a fairy. When she meets such an aunt, she will be ruined for the rest of her life."

Mrs. Zhao had long been curious about the appearance of the scholar's niece. Other neighbors could secretly look at Ah Jiao in the name of visiting the Zhu family. Mrs. Zhao had completely broken up with Jin because of an old incident, and the two families had long cut off contact. Therefore, Ah Jiao has been back for a year. Old Mrs. Zhao had never seen anyone yet, but outside she spread Gillian's beauty.

"It's really that beautiful?" Old Mrs. Zhao stared at Cui Niang and asked.

Cui Niang nodded like a garlic, recalling the beauty of Sister Gillian, there was a hint of lust in her eyes. She praised Ah Jiao with all the words she could think of, and finally concluded: "Sister Gillian is so good, my brother is so ugly, otherwise I would let my brother propose marriage and marry her and be my sister-in-law for me."

Old Mrs. Zhao poked her forehead: "Little girl knows nothing about movies. She has drunk Juesi soup and can't have children anymore. Let your brother marry her. Do you miss your Guo family's Juehuo?"

Cui Niang turned her eyes and pouted, "It's a pity that I'm a woman, otherwise I would marry A Jiao's sister. She is so beautiful, so I don't care whether she can have a baby. As long as I can see her every day, I will be satisfied."

Old Mrs. Zhao just talks nonsense when she is a child.

However, when it comes to having a child, Mrs. Zhao remembered her own troubles.

Her grandson is twenty-four years old, and he is still unwilling to get married. It is said that in the case of Huayuelou last year, many constables and constables took the opportunity to sleep with the famous prostitutes who usually have to make rich men spend a lot of money to sleep once. Her grandson is devoted to handling the case, and he does not take advantage of it, and he is not allowed to take advantage of it. Afterwards, people are talking about whether he has some difficult and complicated diseases. Otherwise, there will be so many Liu Xiahui in the world, where there are beautiful women who are radiant and easy to get, and they will not touch them?

Old Mrs. Zhao did not think that her grandson had any health problems. When she was still a fat baby of two or three years old, she took her out to play with the children in the village. They were all wearing open-crotch pants. Although she was young, she could see that her grandson was talented and extremely human.

But after so many years, every time someone comes to propose marriage, no matter whether the woman is poor or rich, beautiful or ugly, her grandson refuses to respond. What are they resisting?

Old Mrs. Zhao fell into deep thought.

Two days later, the matchmaker came to Zhao's house to propose marriage again.

The woman's family once received favor from Zhao Yanping. The parents of that family were grateful to Zhao Yanping. When they learned that Zhao Yanping had not yet married, they wanted to marry Zhao Yanping's daughter.

The matchmaker is also an old acquaintance of the Zhao family. When he met Mrs. Zhao, the matchmaker was heartbroken and said that although the family was not very wealthy, the girl was fair and beautiful, diligent and capable, and was the best choice for the Zhao family's granddaughter-in-law.

Old Mrs. Zhao was quite moved, and she introduced her diligently as soon as she came back.

Zhao Yanping listened expressionlessly, sitting next to Mrs. Zhao without moving, but her heart was not here, and she lowered her eyes and pondered something.

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at him like this, and became less and less energetic when she spoke. She covered her chest and pretended to be pitiful: "You said you, what are you thinking after so many years? Others have a great grandson at my age, but I am still worried about your marriage! Look at my hair, it is getting whiter and whiter. How many years can I live? Are you deliberately trying to die with your eyes open?"

Zhao Yanping's face, like an ancient well, finally had a slight slight roar, and he looked at Old Mrs. Zhao.

Old Mrs. Zhao's heart was raised. Is the grandson finally going to agree?
Chapter completed!