Time is slow

Chapter 44: Gratitude Is Clear

Chapter 44

Binglu looked confused when asked: “That’s right, after the girl wrote it, the maid immediately installed it.”

Mrs. Deng heard what Binglu said, and then glanced at the scripture in her hand, she couldn’t help raising her hand and rubbing her eyes.

Could it be that she is old and dim-sighted?

Although Mrs. Deng raised two sons who were named on the Golden List, she was not a talented woman. She had been a widow for so many years and helped her sons grow up alone. She lacked the string of poetry and poetry, and she was not proficient in painting and calligraphy. But she still recognizes Mr. Qiao’s words. Who made that old gentleman so famous?

“So, this is what your girls wrote?”

Ice Green nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: “Yes, yes.” But why is the old lady’s tone a little wrong? What about praise?

The little maid was thinking about it, and Mrs. Deng had already stood up: “Go to Yahe Garden!”

Ice Green was stunned.

Qingyun glanced at her with a sneer.

Three girls really went out of their way to please the old lady, but don’t coax people into fools, even her maid can see that the word is too beautiful, can the old lady not see it?

Such blatant falsification, no wonder the old lady is not annoyed!

Binglu was confused and followed Mrs. Deng back to Yahe Yuanxi.

It had been rainy and rainy for several days, but it was finally clear today. Qiao Zhao finished copying the Buddhist scriptures, but there was something wrong, so he walked out of the door and strolled in the yard at will.

She walked to the base of the wall, suddenly squatted down, and reached out to touch a small wild plant under the pomegranate tree.

A Zhu, who followed behind, was quite curious when she saw that Ye Zhi was small and fleshy, but she was reticent by nature, so naturally she would not ask questions like ice green.

Qiao Zhao raised his head and smiled at Azhu: “Azhu, go get the flower shovel, I’ll move it somewhere.”

“Ah.” Ah Zhu didn’t ask any further questions, she turned around and entered the room.

When Mrs. Deng walked into the yard, she saw her little granddaughter squatting under the pomegranate tree with a flower shovel in her hand to dig grass.

The old lady suddenly forgot her purpose, walked over and asked Qiao Zhao, “Three girls, what are you doing?”

She felt that this move was nothing. If the villager in the East House knew about it, it would be time to criticize this girl for her vulgar behavior.

Qiao Zhao raised his face and explained with a smile: “I’ll move it somewhere, but it won’t grow well when it’s blocked by the pomegranate tree.”

Mrs. Deng couldn’t help but rejoice: “Where is a weed that was born under a pomegranate tree and is wronged by it?”

Qiao Zhao has dug up the wild plants and explained seriously: “Pomegranates are delicious, and they are also very useful.”

“Then tell me, what’s the use of it?”

“This is blood mountain grass, which can stop bleeding and relieve pain. Grandma, do you think it is useful?”

Mrs. Deng glanced at Ye Zhi who was inconspicuous in Qiao Zhao’s hand, and was even more surprised by the knowledge of her little granddaughter, and asked, “How do you know that this can stop bleeding and relieve pain?”

“On the way to the capital, Grandpa Li taught me.” Qiao Zhao replied calmly.

She never intended to disguise herself as another person. Pretending is easy for a while, but difficult for a lifetime. If you can’t be yourself, what’s the point of living again?

What’s more, there is a more real reason: the person to be disguised is too stupid, which is slightly more difficult for Miss Qiao.

A lot of things are easy to be accepted as long as there is a proper reason if they are going in a good direction. In Daliang, people who know medical skills are respected. Not to mention, they are the poor and knowledgeable old women raised by wealthy families, whose status is not comparable to that of ordinary servants. Madam Deng was surprised, but she didn’t think much about it, and sighed, “That genius doctor Li actually taught you this.”

Qiao Zhao went to Xiangyang to re-plant the blood mountain grass, explained a few words to Azhu, and rushed to see Mrs. Deng again: “Grandmother, you are here, do you have anything to ask me?”

“Uh—” Madam Deng thought about it, and felt a little embarrassed for a while.

Grandparents and grandsons had a pleasant conversation about a wild plant just now. Isn’t it good to turn their faces now?

“Cough cough.” Madam Deng cleared her throat, reached out and took the scriptures copied by Qiao Zhao from Qingyun, and asked her, “Three girls, you really love to joke with your grandmother, why did you send Mr. Qiao’s copybook? ”

Qiao Zhao blinked.

It seems that the little girl Li Zhao has a deviation in her understanding. This old lady is not proficient in painting and calligraphy.

Naturally, Qiao Zhao would not underestimate Mrs. Deng because of this. His grandfather had taught her from the very beginning that she learned these things. Qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting are just to cultivate one’s temperament. down.

“Grandmother, Mr. Qiao has never copied Buddhist scriptures.” Qiao Zhao euphemistically said.

“So?” This time, Mrs. Deng blinked.

“So, this is copied by the granddaughter. Didn’t you send the Duan inkstone left by the grandfather to encourage the granddaughter to practice calligraphy.” Qiao Zhao said as a matter of course.

Mrs. Deng’s face was instantly splendid.

Don’t make trouble, if you can write such a character by sending one inkstone, then the good inkstone in the pen and ink shop in the capital will have been looted long ago.

“Grandma, you smell it, the scent of ink is still there.”

Mrs. Deng really lowered her head and sniffed. The faint scent of ink made her have to believe her little granddaughter’s words. She looked at Qiao Zhao with a very shocked expression: “Three girls, when did you become so good at writing?”

If she dared to say that it was because she sent the inkstone, she would be in a hurry.

Qiao Zhao felt that he still had to give Mrs. Deng a more reasonable explanation, and said innocently: “My mother bought a lot of Mr. Qiao’s copybooks many years ago for me to copy.”

Mrs. Deng’s mouth twitched.

Of course she knows this, but this girl’s handwriting has never been very good, otherwise why was Dongfu ridiculed for this that year?

Could it be that the three girls have been hiding?

“Three girls, since you can write such a good hand, why didn’t you show it before?” Madam Deng asked tentatively.

“Well, I’m not afraid that the second sister will be angry, just like the eldest sister.” Qiao Zhao said with a smile.

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

She has always had a clear-cut temper. Since the eldest girl and the second girl are well-versed in being wronged, Miss Qiao naturally won’t blink.

Mrs. Deng believed most of her words immediately.

Dongfu has been strong for many years. Although Mrs. Deng is not soft-tempered, it is because of the future of her two sons, and the only grandson is still young. Naturally, she will not go toe-to-toe with Mrs. Jiang.

The second girl is the only one among the girls in the two residences, and is coaxed by everyone. The big girl is clearly better than the second girl, but as long as she shows her face, she is definitely inferior to the second girl.

Mrs. Deng has been looking at it in her heart over the years, and she has a little more pity for the eldest girl who lost her mother since childhood.

I didn’t expect it, it turns out that the same is true for the third girl!

The old lady reached out and patted Qiao Zhao’s shoulder: “It doesn’t have to be like this in the future, grandma is willing to watch you all grow up!”

Anyway, her eldest son is going to squat in the Hanlin Academy and compile history books until he is old, so he can do whatever he wants.

Thanks to Fengwu Qiuyin and Yun Fangfei for the sachets, I love summer long 9, green frost, green frost, Ruoxin, bucherren, clear evening photos, chatting and laughing, cute biscuits, small eyes manman hit Thank you to the book friends who voted for the recommendation.

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