There is Room For the Poor Daughter

"Girl, come and see, the two pots of red plums you and the old lady bought have buds."

Early in the morning, Wang Man'er's cheerful voice entered Daohua's ears.

Daohua curled up in the warm bed and wriggled for a while, then continued to sleep.

"Girl, it's time to get up. After dinner, you have to go to class. If you're late, Master Qin should give you a look." Seeing that Daohua didn't move, Wang Man'er went directly to the bed and started talking.

Since serving the eldest girl, she can be considered to know that the eldest girl has difficulty getting out of bed, and every time she gets up, she can delay it as long as she can.

"Don't worry, someone will tell Master Qin what happened at the dinner table yesterday. If she wants to continue teaching at Yan's family, she will be a little more acquainted." Daohua said while lying on the bed, squinting.

Yesterday, her fourth brother proposed to change the master directly in front of everyone.

At that time, the three giants of the Yan family, her grandmother, her father, and her mother did not express their opposition.

If Master Qin had any brains, he knew that nothing could happen at this time.

Wang Man'er: "Then it's time to get up. The old lady woke up early, and now she might be waiting for you to have breakfast."

Hearing this, Daohua fluttered on the bed a few times, and then sat up sleepily.

Seeing the big girl who is usually a little adult like this, Wang Man'er couldn't be more happy: "Girl, I'll wait for you to get dressed."

Daohua waved her hand: "I'll wear it myself, go and prepare the wash water."

After getting out of the bed, the cold air in the room immediately swept in. Daohua shuddered, and quickly put on the clothes that were placed by the bed.

The Yan family was not wealthy, and although there were cases of charcoal in winter, there were not many.

She also has Mrs. Li's private help here, but the charcoal in the house can't continue to burn overnight.

In the entire Yan family's backyard, only the old lady's yard had sufficient charcoal fire.

After Daohua's dress was put on, Wang Man'er came in with a water basin: "Girl, the hot water is here, you can wash."

"Um!"

Daohua walked over to take the veil and quickly took care of herself.

When sitting on the dressing table, she saw Wang Man'er moving two pots of red plums over: "Girl, look, how well are these two red plums blooming?"

Daohua nodded perfunctorily.

Can you drive it? Since Hongmei bought it, she would quietly insert Hongmei into the black earth in the space for half an hour before going to bed almost every night.

The black soil in the space has the most fertility and has been nourished for so long. As long as the red plum doesn't really die, it should bloom.

"Hey, girl, have you turned over the soil in the red plum?" Wang Man'er's eyes were sharp, and found that the soil in the potted plant had been turned over.

Daohua said calmly: "I was ventilating Hongmei."

Wang Man'er looked puzzled, did you tell the soil?

Daohua didn't want Wang Man'er to get to the bottom of it, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, come over and brush my hair."

She can wear this dress herself, but I'm sorry, she really can't handle it alone.

If she wants to comb, there is only one bun.

After that, Daohua and Mrs. Li went to Songheyuan to greet Mrs. Yan. After eating where she was, they went straight to class.

Sure enough, because of what happened yesterday, Master Qin was much more peaceful. In the afternoon, when the girl was red, she glanced at the eye of the needle on Daohua's finger, frowned, and told her not to move the needle.

Daohua smiled and said: "Master, my days of studying female red are not long. If I don't work hard, I'm afraid I won't be able to embroider my purse in the future. Don't worry, I won't do much, just move my fingers in class. ."

If you don't move the needle, wouldn't she have to sit in the afternoon class?

Qin Zi said with a stern face: "As you wish." After speaking, he ignored Daohua and began to check the embroidery of Yan Yihuan and others, correcting one or two from time to time.

After seeing Daohua, she smiled silently.

Sometimes, she really felt that Master Qin had a hole in his mind.

Targeting her so obviously, is it a decision that the Yan family will not resign her in favor of Concubine Lin? Is it still determined that the Yan family can never find a second female master to replace her in Linyi County?

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

One afternoon, when Master Qin had something to do and Nvhong couldn't attend the class, Daohua came to Songheyuan to accompany Mrs. Yan.

During this time, Daohua followed Wang Maner to learn martial arts, no, to be precise, it should be learning boxing.

Wang Man'er's kung fu can't be called kung fu at all, it can only be regarded as a little more flexible in his fists and feet than ordinary people.

However, it cannot be said that what she knows is just some flower boxing and embroidering her legs, because Daohua discovered that there was a shadow of Taijiquan in Wang Maner's gestures.

"My father said that women's strength is not as good as men's. There is no need to learn some kung fu that is too rigid. The kung fu that is soft and strong is the most suitable for women." This is Wang Man'er's original words.

Daohua thought it made sense, so she began to study it seriously. After she learned all the moves, she removed some complicated and difficult movements and recompiled a simplified version of "Tai Chi Chuan".

So, Mrs. Yan was in the house.

Daohua was standing in front, and Mrs. Yan was standing in the back, and the two were slowly gesturing.

Even Sun's mother happily stood aside and followed the two of them.

Wang Man'er, on the other hand, stood aside, pointing out the irregular movements of several people from time to time.

It wasn't until evening when Yan Zhigao and his grandchildren came to greet Yan Zhigao with Yan Wenxiu, but the old lady Yan and a few people stopped.

Yan Zhigao felt a little better when he saw his mother with sweaty brow and ruddy face: "Mother, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Yan took the handkerchief Sun's mother handed over, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile, "I'm learning boxing with Daohua, don't talk about it, move on, I feel my body and bones are much more relaxed."

Yan Zhigao was stunned for a moment, then looked at the eldest daughter with the same ruddy face: "Do you really let your grandmother punch? Then you have to be careful. Your grandmother is old, and it's not good if she is sprained."

Daohua smiled and said: "Father, don't worry, the boxing I taught my grandmother is very simple, that is to move hands and feet."

Yan Zhigao saw that the old lady was in good spirits, so he didn't say more.

Soon, Mrs. Li called someone to serve.

At the dinner table, Yan Zhigao kept frowning. When Mrs. Yan saw it, she asked with concern, "Zhi Gao, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Zhigao saw that the old mother and the children were looking at him with concern, and after thinking about it, he said, "After entering the twelfth lunar month, there have been several heavy snowfalls, and my son is worried that the newly resettled refugees may not be able to support it."

Hearing this, the dinner table was silent.

Mrs. Yan was silent for a while, and asked, "Is the refugee eating nothing, or can't stand the cold?"

Yan Zhi sighed, "It's mainly because I didn't eat it."

Daohua asked: "Father, doesn't the county government have a granary? Can't open the warehouse to put grain?"

Yan Zhigao shook his head: "The opening of the warehouse must be approved by the court. Moreover, when the refugees were resettled before, the warehouse was opened once. Now, there is not much food left in the granary in the yamen."

Daohua thought for a while and asked, "There are a lot of wealthy families in Linyi County. Can't they donate some?"

Yan Zhigao raised his eyes and glanced at his eldest daughter. She was surprised that she knew this and explained, "Generally speaking, if the county is in trouble, the wealthy households will donate some, but they have donated once before. Otherwise, if there are so many refugees, my father would not be able to settle them down."