Xijin stayed in Xie's Mansion for several days. Everyone in Xie's Mansion was attentive and caring.
Xi Jinping did not dare to slack off at all, and he would definitely do it every morning and dusk.
On this day, Xi Jin got up early, packed everything, and took Ping'er to pay his respects to the old lady.
It snowed several times in a row. The sun just came out yesterday, which melted the snow in the garden. It started to cool down again this morning. The roadside was particularly slippery. When passing by the garden in Fuzhong, Xijin walked A little slower than usual.
It is now the depth of winter, and the Xie Mansion looks desolate. The trees are full of dead branches, the pond is full of dead vines and debris, and no one is taking care of it.
Seeing that Xie Luo's execution was approaching, Mrs. Xie's complexion was getting worse and worse, and she could only smile when she saw Xi Jin.
Xi Jin walked to a rockery and suddenly heard a rustling voice from behind it: "We agreed that it will be my turn to sell things this time. If you rob again, I will tell Butler Liu."
Another voice seemed to be trying its best to restrain itself, but still couldn't help being emotional: "I obviously got this first, don't think I'm afraid of you. If this matter comes to Butler Liu, he will definitely think that we are not filial enough. In the end, neither of us got any good results."
"Miss, they are stealing property from the mansion." Ping'er covered her mouth in surprise. When she was in the prime minister's mansion, Mrs. Mu's family law was very strict. The little girl Ping'er had never seen such a scene.
Xi Jin sighed secretly: "The tree fell and the hozens scattered. If Xie Luo dies, the house will be even more chaotic."
Xie Luo's gentle face couldn't help but appear in Xi Jin's mind. Although it was a quick look, Xie Luo was undoubtedly an excellent husband. He gave up the possibility of having an heir and chose to retain her dignity and freedom. Then, would she? You should do something for him.
"Ping'er, what do you think Mrs. Mu would do if this happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Although Xi Jin looked down upon his biological mother, Mrs. Mu had her own way of managing the affairs of the mansion.
Ping'er lowered his head and silently raised his eyes to look at Xi Jin: "Cut off the tendons and sell them out."
"Miss, forget it. The Xie family is about to collapse. Why do you have to offend these villains? If they give you a stumbling block, your life will be uneasy."
"A thousand-mile embankment was destroyed by an ant nest. If I watch with cold eyes today, I'm afraid there will be a shortage of things in my room tomorrow." Although Xi Jin didn't want to admit it, he still couldn't deny that he was sometimes as cold-hearted and cold-hearted as his biological mother.
"Go and ask the housekeeper to come. Don't disturb the old lady about this." Xi Jin told Ping'er and sighed deeply.
Unexpectedly, not long after he entered the mansion, he would take action.
"Who doesn't have good fruit to eat?" Xi Jin suddenly appeared in front of them. When the two old slaves standing behind the rockery saw Xi Jin, they knelt down in fear: "I've seen... I've seen the young lady. install."
Xi Jin didn't reply, but looked at them coldly, and after a long time he said in a clear and bright voice: "Should you hand it over yourself, or let me search it?"
One of the old slaves rolled his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "What did the young lady say? Why can't this old slave understand?"
The corner of Xi Jin's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled coldly: "Let me guess who has the things. Although I don't know what the rules of the Xie family are, but they must be for sale. You also know that the current situation in the Xie family will not work until Zhuangzi There will be no idle people here."
Although the two old slaves were a little timid, they still lowered their heads and said nothing.
"You also know that being sold by the master's family and being dismissed are two different things. Whether it is necessary to commit a crime at this time is up to you to think about it."
After listening to Xi Jin's words, one of the old slaves finally couldn't calm down anymore and handed over an inkstone with trembling hands: "Young madam, please forgive me, but this old slave saw Old Chen stealing the inkstone in the young master's room, so I went with him." There was a dispute, and the old slave is very loyal to the Xie Mansion."
"Old Hu, don't talk nonsense. It was clearly you who stole the inkstone in the young master's room." Old Chentou couldn't bear it anymore and accused loudly, "Don't think I don't know. You have stolen many things and sold them. ”
Just when the two of them were noisy, the housekeeper of Xie's Mansion trotted over, followed by several boys.
In the winter, Butler Liu was wearing a thick and expensive-looking robe, with a red face and a drunken face. Perhaps he did not expect that Xi Jin would suddenly summon him. In the winter, a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead: "Young Master. Madam, are you looking for an old slave?"
"Steward Liu, please help me..." When Old Chen saw Steward Liu, he immediately stepped forward on his knees and hugged Steward Liu's thigh.
Ping'er followed closely behind Butler Liu, her face turned pale, and she stood behind Xi Jin, a little scared: "Miss..."
"Butler Liu, right?" Xi Jin groaned, exuding a majestic air that could not be ignored, "Go and pick up the inkstone."
"Yes." Butler Liu stepped forward tremblingly, feeling a little unsure.
He took the inkstone from Lao Hu's hand and glared at them fiercely. A group of expressionless guys actually brought the matter to the newly arrived young lady.
Ping'er took the inkstone from Butler Liu and handed it to Xi Jin. Xi Jin looked at the inkstone in his hand and felt sad.
The inkstone is a high-quality Duan inkstone with fine and tough texture. Not only is the ground ink as smooth as silk, but the ink in the inkstone does not dry out in winter and does not rot in summer. Such Duan inkstone is worth thousands of taels, and it is priceless.
If Xie Luo hadn't come from the old Xie Mansion, no merchant family would have such a vision.
"Young madam, this old slave is not a good housekeeper." Butler Liu pretended to lean down and apologized, "It is better to leave such trivial matters to the old slave, so you can rest early."
"Why, why did Butler Liu accuse him before I even said what it was about? Could it be that Butler Liu already knew the reason, or does it mean that Butler Liu thinks that stealing property in the house is a trivial matter."
"No, no, no." Butler Liu denied repeatedly, feeling wary.
I thought that a little girl who came to marry as a substitute would be able to fool her with just a few sentences. Unexpectedly, her words were sharp and her mind was very clear.
"Let's see. I just got married and came to the Xie Mansion, and I'm not very clear about the rules in the manor. These two naughty slaves all said that the other was a thief, so it's better for Butler Liu to judge." Xi Jin raised his head and stroked his temples. She wore a pear blossom hairpin and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
"This..." Butler Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Xi Jinping to say something.
Xi Jin glanced at him steadily: "I'm just watching here, and I just happened to ask Butler Liu for some advice on how to run the family."
