Xie Shizi's shameless daily life

The next day, Zhao Shu stood in the yard, shielding her eyes from the glaring sun with her hands, her whole body relaxed by the sun.

Zhao Shu narrowed her eyes and said to Madam Liu, "Madam, go to the room and take out the bedding to dry in the sun. This way it will be warmer when you sleep at night."

Ah Ling helped Madam Liu take the bedding to the courtyard and spread it out to dry. She said to Zhao Shu in grievance, "Miss, when I went to get the monthly charcoal today, the matron in charge said that there was no silver bone charcoal left, so she only gave us some stove charcoal and a little ash flower charcoal. The stove charcoal is so suffocating that it can kill a person. How can we use it?"

Zhao Shu frowned. It was winter now. If she didn't have enough gray flower charcoal or silver bone charcoal to support her, she would have a hard time getting through this month. Then she said in a hoarse voice, "Let me go with you again."

Ah Ling was holding Zhao Shu's hand and was about to walk into the place where the charcoal was collected when a shrill voice came from the front: "Be quick, if you delay delivering the charcoal to the masters, watch out for your skin!"

Ah Ling raised her voice: "Grandma Zhang!"

Aunt Zhang turned her head impatiently, and when she saw Zhao Shu's expression, she paused and bowed perfunctorily, "Young lady."

Zhao Shu took a step forward and said softly, "Madam, there's no need to be so polite! Madam Zhang, where are those maids taking the silver bone charcoal?"
Aunt Zhang curled her lips and said, "My dear young lady, it was sent to the Madam and the Second Young Lady's courtyard."

Zhao Shu bowed to Madam Zhang and said, "Madam, I checked and found that there is still enough ash flower charcoal and silver bone charcoal in the mansion. Now it is winter and the stove charcoal cannot be used in the room. Could you please give me some ash flower charcoal? I will return the stove charcoal I just took this morning."

Aunt Zhang showed a distressed look: "Miss, you really make things difficult for me. Yesterday morning, my wife was diagnosed with pregnancy. The Marquis was very happy and specifically told us not to let my wife catch a cold. It just so happened that my second daughter caught a cold a few days ago, and now she can't be exposed to the cold. I had no choice but to give my silver bone charcoal to my wife. For the sake of my wife and the little boy in her arms, please bear with it!"

Ah Ling stepped forward angrily: "You" Before she could even start talking, she was interrupted by Zhao Shu: "Madam Zhang, you said that mother is pregnant?"

Aunt Zhang: "It's been more than a month."

When Zhao Shu heard Nanny Zhang's confident answer, a faint joy surged in her heart. She was about to have a little brother or sister.
Zhao Shu curved her lips and said, "Madam, you are busy, so we won't bother you any more."

Ah Ling turned around and saw that Aunt Zhang's figure was no longer visible. Her cheeks flushed red and she said to Zhao Shu in a hurry, "Miss, how could there not be enough charcoal in the mansion? If it wasn't enough, we could just go outside the mansion to buy more. She insisted on taking it from you. It's obvious that she's bullying us!"

Zhao Shu took Ah Ling's hand and comforted her, "Forget it, let's take out the old quilt and use it today. It can still keep out some of the cold."

Ah Ling said in a low voice: "But the bedding is damp and wet, and smells musty."

Zhao Shu pinched Ah Ling's cheek and said, "It's okay. Cover it up today. When the weather gets better in a couple of days, take it out to get rid of the musty smell."

Because she was in a hurry to come back and was wearing thick clothes in winter, Zhao Shu was sweating all over when she returned to the yard. Her face felt sticky and uncomfortable, so she wet the handkerchief and wiped her cheek carefully. After her face was dry, she took out the needlework and cloth from the cabinet and fiddled with them.

Ah Ling curiously stretched her head towards Zhao Shu: "Miss, are you going to make clothes?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Well, mother is pregnant, I am going to make a set of small clothes for the unborn brother or sister."

Ah Ling looked at Zhao Shu, hesitant to speak. Zhao Shu looked at Ah Ling's hesitation and laughed in her heart: "Don't hold it in. Just say whatever you want to say."

Ah Ling pouted: "Girl, why do you bother doing all this? Maybe in the end, people won't even look at it!"

Zhao Shu paused with the needle and thread, but it was only for a moment. She continued to work with the needle and thread. She said softly, "It has nothing to do with others. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

It was not until lunch time that Zhao Shu raised her head from her needlework. She had not used needlework for some time and was a little rusty at it.

Zhao Shu put away her needlework and turned to Ah Ling and said, "Let's have lunch first."

Zhao Shu looked at the bamboo shoots, fern, mushroom hearts, and beef tenderloin with scallions on the table, raised her eyebrows, and quickly ate all the dishes on the plate. Zhao Shu moistened her throat with tea and rubbed her stomach with satisfaction.

Ink Courtyard.
Zhao Xueying leaned over Zhang Lanyin's belly.

Zhang Lanyin laughed at Zhao Xueying's childish behavior: "It will take more than three months before he moves."

Zhao Xueying raised her head awkwardly: "Mother, you are laughing at me. It turns out that you don't love me anymore after having a younger brother."

Zhang Lanyin hugged Zhao Xueying and patted her on the back: "How do you know it's a brother? Maybe it's a sister." Zhao Xueying arched her head against Zhang Lanyin's chest: "Humph, I just know it's a brother!"

Zhang Lanyin said gently, "Your father treated me well. Even though I failed to give birth to a boy for him, I was the only one by his side. But I still have regrets in my heart. If this baby is a boy, it would be perfect."

Zhao Xueying hugged Zhang Lanyin tightly: "It will be a younger brother!"

Zhang Lanyin stroked the corner of Zhao Xueying's bun and said, "Well, it will be a younger brother."

The cries of hawkers in the street market are endless: "Sugar cakes, sweet and soft, delicious and inexpensive." "Sugar haws, sugar haws, one penny a string, sweet and sour and delicious." "Needlework, scarves, needlework..."

There were many small vendors selling tea and wine and pawnshops on both sides of the street. There were people walking around in the market, some carrying loads to sell daily necessities, some driving ox carts to deliver swill, and some stopping to admire the winter scenery by the river. It was very lively.

In the teahouse of Yianju, Zhao Nanyu looked expressionlessly at Xie Jin, who was not in high spirits, and said, "If you have nothing to do, I will leave first."

Xie Jin finally raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Nanyu, stroking the teacup: "After the beginning of spring, my mother is going to hold a spring banquet."

Zhao Nanyu continued expressionlessly: "Congratulations."

Xie Jin looked at him with a half-smile: "I recently got a copy of General Zhou's autobiography."

Zhao Nanyu's hand on the table moved slightly. Xie Jin looked at Zhao Nanyu's action and smiled more kindly: "That military book is not of much use to me. Why not give it to someone else? Who should I give it to?"

Zhao Nanyu stared at Xie Jin: "I'll go."

Xie Jin scratched his ears, a smile on his face: "Where are you going, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Nanyu spoke word by word: "I'll accompany you at the Spring Banquet."

Xie Jin frowned understandingly: "This is not good, Brother Zhao, you don't like crowds."

There seemed to be a crack on Zhao Nanyu's expressionless face: "I want to accompany you."

Xie Jin sighed in embarrassment: "Since Brother Zhao wants to go, then go."

Zhao Nanyu looked at Xie Jin's expression of being a good kid after getting an advantage and felt that if he didn't leave, he might beat him up, so he stood up and said, "Goodbye!"

Watching Zhao Nanyu's figure gradually getting smaller, Xie Wu scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Why do I feel that Mr. Zhao doesn't seem very happy today?"

Xie Jin took a sip of tea and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "I shared the good things with him, he was so happy that he couldn't wait, how could he not be happy."

Xie Wu looked at the smile on his own prince's face and suddenly shuddered. He rubbed his arms. There was clearly no wind just now, so why did it suddenly become cold?
(End of this chapter)