Jiaohua

Chapter 43
The backyard was a mess, and the morning work came to a complete stop.

The girls hid together, bewildered.

The servants were scattered, and many of them simply lay on the ground and slept.

Liang Shi and the servant girl knelt on the ground.

There were many red bloodstains on Liang's face, scratches one by one, and the flesh was rolled over.

The servant girl was even worse. Liang's hand was so strong that the servant girl's neck was scratched and her flesh was blurred.

Aunt Feng is not here, nor is Yu's mother, Aunt Fang is the one who handles this matter.

Aunt Fang sat on the steps, peeling the vegetable skins in her hands, and stayed up all night.

But the tiredness returned to the state of weariness, and the position she picked was still very good, just enough to avoid the sight of those people on the opposite cliff.

"What's the matter?" Cai Ming led a group of bandits over, "What happened to the opposite side."

"It's a fight," a maid whispered, "the fight was fierce."

Cai Ming was stunned: "Who and who?"

As he asked, he saw Liang Shi and the servant girl.

Cai Ming came back and reported to Mrs. Bian.

Mrs. Bian was writing the Wanshou post, when she heard the words, her writing was stagnant: "These sluts are really showing one after another on weekdays, but now the road is broken, there is really no way to deal with them."

"Today's meal has to be brought by them, but they are all tired." Cai Ming said.

"You have to find a way," said Mrs. Bian, after thinking about it, she raised her head, "Isn't that woman talking about literacy?"

Cai Ming paused and said, "Aunt Liu?"

"Let her go to Su Juren to read the book, read more, find something to go out and build a bridge, if she can't find it, just think of a way to fix her."

"I guess she's not happy."

"Then let her go," Mrs. Bian said. "It's not helpful at all. Let the eighth master teach her a lesson."

"Then, I will send someone to give instructions."

"Go."

Cai Ming turned and walked away.

Mrs. Bian continued to write the post, and the tip of the pen, stained with gold paint, landed on the Wanshou post, each stroke shining brightly.

This longevity post has been sitting at the bottom of the box for a long time. After Chen Tang was struck to death by lightning yesterday, she felt flustered for no reason.

Longevity, longevity.

Mrs. Bian raised her eyes to look at the figure that Cai Ming had left.

It was already cloudy outside the courtyard, the sky was bleak, and the clouds were dense.

No matter how fragrant it is, it can't drive away the stench of this mountain. No one's hands are clean.

(End of this chapter)