The real wife of the house fight will not go to court

Chapter 133

Yang's mother lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves, and walked slowly into the room with small steps. Seeing Rong Lanxue, she stepped forward and said softly: "This old slave has met Young Mistress. Young Mistress is auspicious."

"Mother Yang has worked hard." Rong Lanxue said while looking at Mother Yang with a smile.

Mother Yang was thinking all the way, whether she was in a storm when she saw Rong Lanxue, or maybe she was in a rage. She never thought that Rong Lanxue would be so polite at this moment, not even those pretending to ignore her in the past. Ask her how hard she is.

Mother Yang's heart warmed a little, and she immediately bowed deeply: "No matter how many things this old slave does for our house, I am not afraid of being misunderstood by others. With the young lady's words, this old slave will be satisfied."

"Well, I have also seen what Yang's mother has done these days. It's really good. When I came here, the young master told me again and again to let Yang's mother take a good rest, so from today From the beginning, leave everything in the mansion to me, and Mama Yang, you can also enjoy the blessings of your son. Be an old lady in our mansion." Rong Lanxue said lightly, with soft eyes, staring straight at Mama Yang s eyes.

Rong Lanxue's voice was soft, and when she heard it in Mama Yang's ears, it was no less than a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which shocked her into a daze.She raised her head slightly, only to see Rong Lanxue's bright red lips opening and closing, but she couldn't hear what she was saying after that.

Rong Lanxue continued: "In theory, I should have taken over these things in the house a long time ago, because I was worried about the injury of the young master. Now that the young master has recovered, I am relieved. Seeing more and more wounds on Mama Yang's head. White hair, I really can't bear it."

Mother Yang couldn't help touching her hair. Could it be that she really has gray hair as Rong Lanxue said?As for the face, is it already wrinkled all over?Isn't the self I saw in the mirror just now still so young?Is that mirror broken?She is only 37 years old, is this old?
Mother Yang's mind was in a mess at this time, she shook her head hard, with a blank expression on her face.Yupan watched from the side, feeling a burst of joy in her heart. The young lady had finished speaking, and before Mama Yang could react, she couldn't help but raised her voice and called out: "Mama Yang, Young Mistress is asking you something!"

Mother Yang woke up from the shock, and quickly raised her head to look at Rong Lanxue and said, "What are you talking about, Young Mistress?"

"Hehe, I'm getting old and my hearing is hard to avoid. Mama Yang, don't worry. I said, Mama Yang, please run around and order the accountant to bring the account books from our house. I want to check the accounts so that I can have a business with Mama Yang." Handover is not." Rong Lanxue chuckled and said softly.

"Yes, yes, I'll get it right now, old slave." Yang's mother didn't know how she got out of the room, when a gust of cold wind blew in the courtyard, she couldn't help but shivered, and her mind also came to her senses.

She looked around, she was about to come to the kitchen right now, what did the young mistress tell her to get, by the way, it was the account book, the account book!She stopped suddenly, and a layer of white sweat broke out from her body involuntarily.

The accountant Mr. Qian Er is a distant cousin of hers. After Yang's mother came to power, she let Qian Er come to the mansion. My usual business, expenses, and various expenses are all handled by this cousin.At this time, the young lady was checking the accounts, and it was impossible to guarantee that she would find some problems in it. Time was running out, so she couldn't help speeding up her pace and ran towards the accounting room.

The door of the counting room was closed tightly, Qian Er was holding the abacus and fiddling with it, with a bong in his mouth, and some soot fell on the ledger on the table.As soon as Mama Yang walked in, she was immediately coughed by a burst of smoke. She cursed bitterly, "Qian Er, you are a big smoker, so hurry up and open the window, you want to smoke me to death!"

Qian Er was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that it was his cousin, he quickly approached courteously and asked respectfully, "Biao sister-in-law, why are you free to come to my place today?"

Mama Yang waved her hand and coughed a few more times. Qian Er quickly opened the window, and a burst of fresh air came in. Mama Yang took a few deep breaths and felt much better just now.She looked at Qian Er, then at the servants walking outside the window, and cursed angrily, "Throw you out, you big smoking gun!"

Qian Er didn't dare to disobey, so he could only open the door, put the bong on the stone bench in the yard, then returned to the room, and asked strangely: "Biao sister-in-law, you don't look well today, what happened? "

Mother Yang didn't speak, she walked to the table and sat down, and when the smoke in the house was almost gone, she gave orders: "Let the servants disperse, and close all the windows and doors, I have something to say."

Seeing his cousin's serious expression, Qian Er was taken aback, and quickly followed what Mama Yang said. Mama Yang stared at the account book on the table and said, "Is there anything wrong with the accounts you have made over the years?"

"I'll be the accountant, cousin, don't you feel relieved? Even if the master in the yamen comes to check, there will be no mistakes in keeping it." Qian Er said, patting his thin chest.

"Hurry up and sort out the account book carefully, and remember it for me. Don't make any mistakes, otherwise, I will make it difficult for your family!" Yang's mother said viciously.

Qian Er was even more surprised, "Biao sister-in-law, what happened?"

"Young Mistress wants to check the accounts!" Mama Yang's expression became more and more serious.

"I thought something was wrong! Don't worry, the young mistress is just a young woman. Cousin, you forgot. Even the year before last, when the eldest lady invited the master of the yamen to check the accounts, she didn't find any problems. Ah, accounts are dead, people are alive." Qian Er said nonchalantly.

Seeing Qian Er's confident expression, Mama Yang let go of her nervousness a little bit, she nodded, "Don't let anything happen in the end, I think the young mistress is really moving this time, and I can escape this time." In the past, we can sit back and relax, and I can go home and be an old lady, after all, I am old, and the earnings these years are enough for my children and grandchildren to squander."

"Biao sister-in-law, your net worth may soon catch up with the young master, what are you afraid of?" Qian Er looked at Mama Yang's suddenly sad expression, and said disapprovingly, this cousin's method of earning money is really true omnipotent.

"Well, it's almost the same, but that unfilial son, if it wasn't for his prodigal family, why would I still be here for the people of today." Yang's mother sighed, with a look of hatred for iron.

"There are many loving mothers..." After Qian Ergang said this, he immediately covered his mouth, looked at Yang's mother awkwardly and smiled.

Mother Yang ignored Qian Er's words, stood up and said, "Since you can guarantee it, I can rest assured for the time being. You can pack it up and take the account book to the meeting hall. The young lady wants to see it. I hope God can do it this time." Continue to bless us."

When Qian Er came in, Rong Lanxue couldn't help but frowned. Could it be that the accountants all have the appearance of a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek? Looking at Qian Er's small awl face, his small eyes are like black beans, and his bones are turning around. A wisp of mustache hangs from his mouth, and there are still a few drops of saliva splashed from the corner of his mouth when he spoke.He was wearing a blue and black long cloth shirt, which was not disgusting. The most unbearable thing was that when Qian Er came in, it was as if a gas machine had moved in. The original fresh air in the room immediately became choking.

Rong Lanxue couldn't help but took out her silk handkerchief and sneezed several times.Yupan hurriedly pushed Qian Er out and stood in the yard, Rong Lanxue calmed down a little bit, and said embarrassedly: "I have been allergic to tobacco leaves since I was a child, and this accountant's smell is too strong some."

Yang's mother hurriedly stepped forward to apologize, and Qian Er stood in the courtyard, not daring to come in again.Rong Lanxue looked at the thick pile of ledgers on the table, which were also dirty, and couldn't help frowning: "Is this the ledger of our family over the years?"

"Back to young mistress, this is all the books after our master passed away. The old lady has also checked it, and it is clear." Mama Yang said, and she glanced at Rong Lanxue lightly, looking at her disgusted. expression, my heart relaxed a bit.

Before she came to the conference hall, she knew that Rong Lanxue liked to be clean, so she deliberately asked Qian Er to make those ledgers more sloppy. Looking at Rong Lanxue's face now, she probably didn't want to touch these ledgers.

Rong Lanxue nodded, "Well, since that's the case, let's put it here, I'll take a look and put it back."

Mother Yang quickly agreed, and told Qian Er, who was standing in the courtyard, to go back.Standing by himself, carefully watching Rong Lanxue's every move.Sure enough, Rong Lanxue didn't take those ledgers, and she didn't even glance at them. Occasionally, when she glanced at them, there was deep disgust.Mother Yang was secretly happy.

The jade plate had already opened the window, and Lianxiang hurriedly put the cloak on Rong Lanxue, and the cold air blew past, and the remaining filth in the room gradually disappeared.Rong Lanxue nodded, and Yupan hurriedly closed the window again.

Rong Lanxue picked up the tea in front of her, and Lianxiang had already replaced it with hot tea, Rong Lanxue blew on it slightly, took a sip, did not speak for a while, and the room fell silent for a moment.Mother Yang stood a little impatiently, just about to find an excuse to leave.

Rong Lanxue spoke slowly, "Mother Yang, I remember that there was an old man in the Missy's room, where is it now?"

Mother Yang thought for a while, and replied: "Since the eldest lady left the cabinet, she has come back less often, so there is basically no work to do in the eldest lady's courtyard. I ordered two little maids to clean it every day. Hygienic, that Aunt Li, I thought she was an old man in our house, so I found an easy job and let her do it."

"Oh, I don't know what this easy job is?" Rong Lanxue asked intentionally.

"Manage the back garden." Mother Yang lowered her head and replied softly, feeling a little nervous.

"Manage the back garden? Originally, Uncle Zhao was in charge of the back garden, but now Aunt Li is added. I think there are too many people." Rong Lanxue looked at Mama Yang with a smile.

Mother Yang had no choice but to reply, "Uncle Zhao doesn't want to do it, so he's going home."

"Oh, that's true. When you buy a flower, it's only worth a few copper coins. When it arrives at our clan's residence, it's worth your money. Uncle Zhao might as well go home and sell flowers and plants by himself."

Mother Yang didn't dare to speak anymore, Rong Lanxue asked again: "Then how much is Aunt Li's monthly salary now?"

"Back to young mistress, Aunt Li gets the highest salary in our family, ten taels a month."

"Ten taels? That's a lot." Rong Lanxue nodded.

"Yes, young master, young mistress' grace. We slaves will enjoy the blessings." Mama Yang complimented.

"The weather is getting colder and colder. I'm afraid the flowers will wither quickly. Aunt Li's ten taels of silver, Mama Yang, is it enough for her to fine her for half a month?"

"Young Mistress..." Mama Yang didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Hehe, how much is Mama Yang's monthly salary?" Rong Lanxue asked again with a smile.

"Old slave, this old slave is twelve taels a month." Mama Yang dared not answer.

"Ten taels a month, with Aunt Li's ten taels deducted and Qing'er's half taels, that's 20 taels." Rong Lanxue calculated the accounts softly, her voice was soft, but Mama Yang could hear her clearly , she was standing here, feeling like a stabbing pain in her back at this moment, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)