Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

"A girl died?"

Hearing the report, Mr. Zhou was startled.

Mrs. Zhou, who was coughing and dying in the back room, also calmed down, and walked out without the help of the maid.

How could a girl die?

How unlucky!

Not only are people carrying dead people to their homes, but there are also dead people in their homes!

"What's going on?" she asked, "How did you die? How could you die if you were fine?"

Slaves are things, they can be traded and exchanged. Slaves are also human beings, so they will die and be injured naturally, but they cannot be executed arbitrarily by the master. If they go out to the government, they will be questioned.

At that time, Mao Wencai, the third chief planner, had such a status. Because he killed a maidservant with a cane, he was accused by the censor and had to be released, ruining his bright future.

Why are there so many troubles all of a sudden?Originally, their life was very good!

It was all after the woman entered the door...

A thought flashed in Mrs. Zhou's mind, but now is not the time to talk about it.

"Tell me, what's going on?" She looked at the servant and shouted again.

"Ma'am, Ma'am, he hanged himself but found out in time, he is not dead, he is not dead." The maid said hastily.

Master Zhou and Mrs. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't die, they were very angry.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

"That's right, it's the girl who ruined his wife's clothes in the laundry room. She said she was going to sell it, but she couldn't think about it anymore. She just took advantage of the fact that there was no one hanging in the house. Fortunately, someone outside found it. She was rescued in time..." said the maid.

Mrs. Zhou was furious when she heard the words.

"It's already a mistake for such a lowly servant girl to make a mistake, yet she threatens her with death!" she shouted.

"I love you so much, if you can't die, throw it out, what!" Master Zhou said, throwing his sleeves away.

There are many maids and maids gathered in the servant's room, chatting noisyly, looking at the room on this side and pointing.

Not long.A girl came out from inside.

"It's really capable, even dare to seek death."

"I want to hang on, but it's useless, the master told me to throw it out..."

The servants and maids were chattering loudly, but when they heard the scolding from the maids behind, they turned their heads and couldn't help being startled.

"Six sons!"

Everyone hurriedly gave way to open the way.

The servants and men who were carrying the door panels stopped too.

Saturday Lang stepped forward.

"Still alive?" Said Saturday Lang.

"Still alive. Still alive." The steward said.

Standing in front of the door panel, looking down at the servant girl with disheveled hair, pale complexion and dull eyes.

Suddenly he couldn't remember how he saw the maid at the beginning.

Is that so?That's it?

Such a dejected girl is also a girl that no one pays attention to in their Zhou family. How could he bring her back from Jiangzhou?

Is he blind?

"Looking for death?" He looked at the maid on the door and said slowly. "waste!"

The voice slowly increased.

"waste!"

"waste!"

The maidservants came in and removed the cases in front of Cheng Jiaoniang.The rice bowls and plates on it have been eaten clean.

"Lady." The maid held a glass of water.

Cheng Jiaoniang took it, raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and rinsed her mouth.

There were footsteps outside the door, and the girl who was busy in the kitchen came in again. This time, what she brought was not meals, but various snacks.

"Miss, I remember you like Taiping steamed buns, look at some of my new ones." She knelt down.With a bit of excitement and a bit of anxiety, he said, "This is a white meat bun. This is a vegetable bun..."

The maidservant was on the other side, watching curiously, and occasionally looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang's eyes stayed on a plate, and before she could speak, the maid hurriedly reached out to take the snack that Cheng Jiaoniang was looking at, and broke it a little.

"My lady, try it." She said.

Cheng Jiaoniang reached out to take it and ate it.

The girl looked at her nervously.

"Still, it's too fragrant." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The girl suddenly looked restless and lowered her head.

"Hey, hey, little lady." The old man Zhang who had been completely ignored by the side said, "It's almost enough, I'm too picky, let's see what I want."

Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at the girl.

"You can't make steamed buns," she said.

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, but the girl bowed her head and saluted and said yes.

"Yes, maidservant is dull." She said, her voice could not conceal her joy in the panic, she raised her head and pushed another snack, "Lady, try this, this is the dumpling I made with rice flour. "

Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at it, and the servant girl looked at her expression carefully, but this time she didn't take the initiative to reach out for it.

Cheng Jiaoniang sat upright and looked at Mrs. Zhang.

"I'm done eating." She said, thanked you with a salute, and looked at the girl again, "Your food is very good, it's just a snack, it's for filling your hunger, it's not necessary, if you want to do it well, you need more food than eating." Exquisite."

The girl nodded happily.

"Yes, the servant girl knows." She said, leaning over to salute, "Thank you lady for your guidance."

The maid looked surprised, looked at the girl, and then at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Why? This craft was taught by the lady?" She couldn't help asking.

The girl nodded.

"The servant girl didn't know anything before." She said, with tears in her eyes, "It was the lady who taught the servant girl."

The maid couldn't help but look at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Miss, do you still know?" She asked with a smile.

Cheng Jiaoniang remained silent.

"Okay, both of you, be quiet, whether it's a newcomer or an old one, can any of you pour me a cup of tea?" Old Mrs. Zhang said pretending to be annoyed.

Both the maid and the girl laughed.

"I don't know how to write poetry." Cheng Jiaoniang said suddenly.

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was an answer to the maidservant's question just now.

Couldn't the silence just now be that I went through the world in my heart and figured out what I would or would not be?

"My lady is the most powerful." The girl nodded excitedly, breaking the silence.

"I have eaten." Cheng Jiaoniang said, sitting up straight, "I should leave."

Old Master Zhang sat up straight with a smile.

"Miss Cheng, are you here for dinner?" He smiled.

"Yes." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the girl, "Food, it's not bad."

Mrs. Zhang was somewhat proud.

"Naturally," he said.

"So, I want to borrow your girl." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Mrs. Zhang was slightly taken aback, the maid was also taken aback, and the girl was very pleasantly surprised.

"My lady, my lady, are you going to take me back?" she blurted out.

Cheng Jiaoniang didn't answer her, and continued to look at Mrs. Zhang.

"She, I'll use it for you." She pointed to the maidservant.

The maidservant's expression changed.

She finally knew why the lady asked her name!She finally knew why she felt uneasy when she went out!

lady!

"Miss, you don't want me anymore?" She shouted, reached out and grabbed Cheng Jiaoniang's cuff, leaned over and cried.

Zhang Chun in the study heard the crying, frowned and put down the scroll in his hand.

What's going on today?

Not long after, I cried twice.

"I can also cook, my lady, if you teach me, I will definitely be able to learn." The maid pulled Cheng Jiaoniang's sleeve and cried.

The girl here had a complicated expression, she couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Cheng Jiaoniang's other sleeve, as if she was afraid that the lady would be softened by crying, so she went back on her word.

Old Master Zhang reached out and pressed his forehead.

"It's me who should be crying now." He shook his head and smiled, "Have I reached the point where I'm rejected by a girl?"

Only then did the maid and the girl come back to their senses, and hurriedly bent down to apologize to him.

"Grandpa, grandpa, no." They choked up and said.

The always dexterous maid suddenly didn't know what to say, and the girl who was not good at talking couldn't speak anymore.

"Okay, don't cry." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, "Didn't you hear clearly? It's a loan, it's an exchange. If you borrow, you will pay it back, and if you exchange it, you will exchange it."

Having said that, he waved his hand.

"Don't mention borrowing and exchanging. If you want to use it, take it away." He said, "In case the one left behind will cry all day long, people will think that I have treated the girl harshly."

The maid and the girl laughed through their tears.

"Grandpa." The two knelt down and grabbed his sleeves from left to right, "Grandfather is the best."

Old Master Zhang smiled and shook his head.

"Return it in one month." Cheng Jiaoniang said, thanked again, got up and left.

Old Mrs. Zhang nodded, and got up to see her off without asking her what she borrowed it for.

"By the way." He thought of something and called Cheng Jiaoniang again, "You just said that you only know how to write poems in this world?"

Cheng Jiaoniang stopped and turned around slightly.

"Yes," she said. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)