Jiaohua

Chapter 172 Treasures
The person who used to be calm became like this, making Xia Zhaoyi's lips smile warmer.

She looked down at the hairpin, then looked up at the man in front of her, and said, "Sir, do you want to go in and talk?"

"Come, come." Mr. Yan Hui said hurriedly.

He got up and closed the door, and with a very soft sound, the whole street was shut out.

The back hall is clean and spacious, with a soft mat on the floor, and a small table with a square on it. On the table, there is a book, a pot of tea, a candlestick, and a pure copper censer. Light smoke curls up from the censer, which is a first-class water sink.

"Where did you get this hairpin?" Mr. Yan Hui followed and asked.

"Old man," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "he has a long friendship with the owner of the hairpin. Before leaving, he asked me to bring this hairpin here to find work."

"Old man? Is it a man or a woman?"

"Male, he is the elder brother of my clan." Xia Zhaoyi replied.

"Then what you said before you leave... Where did your brother go before leaving?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.

Mr. Yan Hui paused for a moment, then smiled, with a little helplessness.

That's right, the people or things related to her, and they have a lot of friendship, must not be ordinary people. Most of these people are unwilling to disclose their whereabouts, so why ask so many questions, and what's the point of asking.

Moreover, this little girl is neither humble nor overbearing, she is upright and dignified, but the material of her clothes is really poor, maybe something happened in her family.

"Forget it," Mr. Yan Hui said, "For the sake of this hairpin, I'll take you in."

But the little girl shook her head again, and said seriously: "No, sir, the reason I showed you the hairpin is to tell you that I know what this place is for, and the job I'm looking for is not pouring tea, It's not serving dishes or washing dishes, and I'm not here to beg you to take me in."

"Interesting," Mr. Yan Hui smiled, "Then tell me, what do you know?"

Xia Zhaoyi pondered for a while, and then said: "The list here, if it exceeds 300 taels and no one takes it, can you show me all of them?"

Mr. Yan Hui frowned, the little girl's words and deeds before were really comfortable, but now she said it in a tone of 300 taels, which made people feel unpleasant again.However, it is also possible that because of his noble background, he has no concept of 300 taels.

"Your name is Ali?" Mr. Yan Hui said.

"The pear of the pear blossom."

"In this way, Miss Ali," Mr. Yan Hui said, "you can't accept such a big order of 300 taels. These orders can easily kill people, and if you are not careful, you can easily get involved in some right and wrong. I have A few fun jobs for you, can you write?"

Xia Zhaoyi sighed softly, realizing for the first time the difference in treatment between the two lives.

In the previous life, Li Yanhui and Tang Luling, because they had a little friendship with her, encountered those difficult and troublesome orders, they went to her door again and again to look for her, and once went up to Liling. After climbing the mountain for two days, their hind legs were weak, and it was her. sent them down.

Of course, she didn't answer any of those orders.

She was too busy in her previous life, and her master asked her to learn too many things. Whenever she had free time, she thought about going to the mountains and rivers.

But if she said she wanted those bills costing 2 taels, they would rush to send them, unlike today, when she only wanted a bill of 300 taels, she would be taken to write.

"Forget it," Xia Zhaoyi said, "If that's the case, then I'm leaving."

Seeing that she really wanted to leave, Mr. Yan Hui stopped her: "Wait, are you leaving now? It's late at night, you might as well stay. Tomorrow I will look for the people from Mofang and Bookshop. The people here We all know each other, and it won’t be difficult to find you a job.”

"Is Mr. Tomorrow here?"

"I've been here for a few days."

"Okay, I'll look for you tomorrow." Saying that, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand, "This hairpin..."

"Oh..." Mr. Yan Hui just remembered, looked down at the wooden hairpin, and handed it out reluctantly.

"I'll take my leave first," Xia Zhaoyi said after taking it over, "I'll come see you tomorrow, sir."

Seeing the little girl put the hairpin in her sleeves and turned to leave, Mr. Yan Hui felt uncomfortable and hurriedly called her: "Little Miss Ali!"

Xia Zhaoyi stopped in his tracks: "What else is there, sir?"

Mr. Yan Hui moved his lips, and then said: "No, it's nothing, it's just that this wooden hairpin belongs to my old friend, and she didn't leave many things in this world, this wooden hairpin... you put it away carefully, Don't break it or make it old, of course, if you want to sell it, I'll give you 300 taels."

Xia Zhaoyi laughed, and wanted to say that the hairpin was not a valuable item at all, but swallowed the words.

After all, it is something that others like and cherish, how can she step on it with words, and what others value is not the value of the hairpin itself, but the friendship to the owner of the hairpin.

"Okay," Xia Zhaoyi replied, "Sir, don't go to the Mofang and the bookstore. I will come to see you tomorrow, so I will leave first."

She raised her hand and saluted, turned around and left.

Mr. Yan Hui watched her leave without any further hindrance. Thinking of the hairpin, he sighed and became heavy and sad.

Turned over overnight, the sun rises into the sky.

Mr. Yan Hui specifically asked the store clerk to keep an eye out for a girl, but the girl didn't show up for the whole day.

After nightfall, he couldn't calm down no matter what. Sitting in front of the desk, he couldn't even read the book, and his mood was hard to calm down.

Until the door knocked three times and four times, he hurriedly put down the scroll in his hand, got up and went to open the side door.

The girl was still outside the door, with the same clothes and description as yesterday, but with a small bag in her hand.

"Miss Ali." Mr. Yan Hui said, a little pleased.

"Mr. Yanhui." The girl smiled sweetly.

"Come in, come in and sit."

Mr. Yan Hui closed the door, and before going back to the case, the girl had already taken off her shoes and sat down cross-legged. Seeing him sit down, the girl said, "Mr., didn't you go to see the Mofang and Shufang people today?"

"Not really, but I found you a pretty good job. If you do well, you can get five coins a month."

"That's indeed a lot," Xia Zhaoyi said sincerely, "Mr. Yan Hui has a heart."

Five cents is really too much for a girl, the waiter in an ordinary restaurant, two cents of silver in a remote place, and the better ones in a big place like the capital may only be five cents.

"Then Miss Ali, do you want to go and have a look? Do a small job in the Shuiyue of the Fugui Embroidery Workshop. Have you heard of the Fugui Embroidery Workshop?"

"Among the three largest embroidery workshops in the world, this is the only private embroidery workshop that has nothing to do with the royal family." Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Sir, you can actually arrange me, a little girl, to be in charge of your business. You are amazing."

"Haha," Mr. Yan Hui smiled, "This is Qingque Pavilion, Miss Ali."

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