Farm widows have space, pick up a treasure on the way to escape

Chapter 819 Xiaoyu, you are confused!
On the way, He Jiuniang briefly told him about Yao and Susu, and then said: "I temporarily let them live at home. Don't be surprised if you see her. Also, Susu is really She's very cute. Get to know her when you have time, and remember to have a nice attitude and don't scare her."

Lu Baichuan did not expect that Susu would encounter so much at such a young age, and he felt a trace of pity in his heart and said, "Don't worry, I know."

He sent He Jiuniang to the door of his house, and without even entering, he turned around and went to do his business.

He Jiuniang walked in by herself, and it was Yao who came out after hearing the commotion and said with a smile: "Sister Jiuniang, are you tired after working all night? I've cooked some food for you. After you finish, go and have a good sleep."

Mrs. Yao stayed in the house, but she didn't want to take advantage of others in vain. She got up early in the morning to clean the courtyard, then went to prepare breakfast for several children, and left a separate portion for He Jiuniang.

Gou'er and the young prince were going to school, and Susu had nothing to do, so she learned embroidery in the yard. When she encountered something she didn't know how to do, she would just shout and she would give guidance after finishing what she was doing.

Such a good day was a scene she had dreamed of for countless days and nights, and now she could do it so easily.

This is all given by He Jiuniang, and she will definitely repay it well.

"There are people in the family who specialize in doing these things, so Man'er, don't worry about it."

He Jiuniang smiled and agreed, but she still didn't want her to do such rough work all the time.

She wants to treat people with courtesy when they stay, not just to treat her as someone she is.

"Hey, it's not a heavy job. I can't sit still, so I just do what I can."

Mrs. Yao smiled a little sheepishly, but Hui'er next to her couldn't help joking: "Madam, you don't know, Mrs. Qian has never been idle this morning. She has finished all our work, and we don't even know it." You know what to do!"

Yao's status is now embarrassing, and everyone doesn't know what to call her, so they think that she and He Jiuniang are related by god, so they call her godmother, which is reasonable.

He Jiuniang looked at her and said in a serious voice: "Look, Hui'er can't stand it anymore!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything..."

Yao knew that He Jiuniang was just joking with her, so she lowered her head and laughed.

But He Jiuniang became serious and said: "Man'er, let me tell you the truth, you are my sister, not a servant of the family. You don't need to do these things. The most important thing is that your hands can It’s precious and has a greater purpose, so it can’t be wasted like this!”

After saying that, He Jiuniang touched her calloused hands and said: "Look, your hands are so rough. How can you embroider on expensive silk in the future? From now on, our products will be sold to those high-ranking officials." My dear, there must be no flaws, your hands must be smooth and delicate, do you understand?"

Silk fabrics are the easiest to smear and will be ruined if not careful, so the requirements for the embroiderer's hands are very high.

Yao's previous embroideries were all done on relatively rough fabrics, and the conditions were not that harsh, so it would be okay even if the hands were rough, but if you go for a high-end route, you need to take good care of your hands.

"But...but I am like this now, can I still become delicate?"

Yao stared blankly, never considering these factors.

Over the years, I have been doing menial and tiring work, and my hands have long been tortured and become old and rough. The palms of my hands have also grown calluses. It seems difficult to maintain them smooth and delicate.

He Jiuniang looked confident: "Others may not be able to, but don't you have me? I will give you those hand creams later, and teach you a few ways to take care of your hands. You will be better in a few months, but the premise is that you must not be able to Don't do menial work anymore, otherwise all the good things I give you will be in vain. You must always remember that your hands are precious and can make a lot of money, so you must take good care of them!"

These words are really not meant to coax her. The most important thing for a craftsman is his hands. The menial and tiring work he is doing now is nothing compared to the dividends he will receive in the future.Yao was so confused by her words that she was a little overconfident in herself. Can the clothes she made really be sold to dignitaries and make a lot of money?
"Don't be in a daze. Do you remember everything I just told you?"

He Jiuniang stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes. Yao finally came back to her senses and said hesitantly: "But... can I really do it?"

"Of course you can. I have already ordered Butler Huang to sell the shop. Once the shop is sold, decorated and opened, you will be the living sign of our store, so you must take good care of it during this period. Don't wait until the shop is opened. If you are qualified, how dare I give you the expensive silk?"

"Okay, Sister Jiu, I listen to you and I will take good care of it and not let you down!"

He Jiuniang nodded, then ate with peace of mind and went to bed.

Back in the room, she took out several jars of very nourishing hand cream and handed them to Hui'er, and told her: "Teach her how to use it, as well as some massage techniques, and ask her to do it three times every morning, noon and evening. , can’t slack off.”

"Yes."

Hui'er smiled and left happily. He Jiuniang fell on the bed and fell asleep soon.

In Duke Mu's mansion, Zhuo Jiayu had been sent back to her own courtyard, and no one in the mansion came to see her, including her younger brother, whom she had protected since she was a child.

My father was tortured with a cane, and my mother talked about it all the way. The worry on the way was not pretending, but it was her. She couldn't say anything, but her mother didn't ask any more questions. She only told her again and again that she would just go home. .

As soon as she came back with Zhuo Jiayu, Yan rushed to see Zhuo Wei's injuries and made sure that no bones were injured before going to Zhuo Jiayu's yard.

There was no jailer or anyone else around at this moment, so Yan was finally able to say a few words to her daughter.

"Xiaoyu, you are confused!"

Sitting at the table, Mr. Yan didn't even want to get closer to her. She didn't have the closeness and affection she had before.

"Why are you going to the prison where you are fine? Do you know how many stares and ridicules you have received in our house since you were imprisoned?"

Yan was still complaining and refused to admit that she was the one who encouraged Zhuo Jiayu to go to the prison in the first place.

Zhuo Jiayu's hands were tightly clenched into fists. In her hands was a small porcelain bottle containing detoxification pills given by He Jiuniang, reminding her to take them once an hour.

She didn't even want to put it away, and kept holding it tightly in her hand. She must live.

She could still cry sadly last night, but now she seemed to be numb. She seemed to feel nothing when listening to her mother's words.

The more disappointment I have accumulated, the less I seem to care.

"Mom...I...feel uncomfortable...please...doctor..."

She spoke with difficulty, interrupting Yan's mumbling.

However, Mrs. Yan still sat, unmoved: "It's okay. Mom has already sent someone to make medicine for you. Please bear with me."

There is another chapter at the end, but it still needs to be reviewed. It should be readable tomorrow morning. Sisters can go to bed first. No need to wait, just let me face this long night alone hahahaha
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