The more innocent a child is, the more sensitive his nature is.
It's always easy to know who likes her and doesn't like her.
Mrs. Jiang sighed, "Back then, Concubine Yang was obsessed with lychees, which became known to the whole world. Since then, they have been exclusively used by the royal family. It was not until the establishment of Dayu that the aristocratic family had the opportunity to taste tea. The demand for lychees increased day by day, and the work of transporting lychees became a chore. Difference."
"The Liao family was originally a bodyguard, and had a certain background in travelling. The Liao family asked the Jiang family to plead with the Tian family and appointed the lychee transporter."
Anyone can transport lychees and anyone can sell them, but hand-picking means supplying the royal family, and even the Fengjing family is willing to trust them.
To sum up, although the lychees were brought by the Liao family and sent by the Jiang Liao family, they were essentially what the Jiang family deserved.
Jiang Sheng then took off his guard and carefully picked up a big fruit.
The outer skin is rough and prickly, and the color is green or red. When you break it open, the white and slightly translucent flesh is revealed. When you bite it in your mouth, a sweet smell wraps up the soft texture and swirls on the tip of the tongue.
This kind of sweetness is very refreshing and not cloying at all, especially after it is chilled, like ice and snow suddenly appearing in a heat wave, this ice and snow is especially sweet.
"Is it delicious, girl?" Tan Yue asked with a smile.
Jiang Sheng nodded, but soon frowned, and under the concerned gazes of the old man and the young man, he spit out half of the core.
Mrs. Jiang laughed.
Tan Yue couldn't help laughing, "I forgot to tell the girl that this lychee has a core, so you can only eat the thin meat in the middle."
No wonder it's a bit transparent, no wonder it's so expensive.
Remove the outer skin and core to determine how much meat it takes.
While feeling heartbroken, Jiang Sheng peeled open the redder and bigger fruit. After carefully removing the core, he put the meat to Mrs. Jiang's lips, "Grandma, eat it."
Tan Yue paused in her original peeling action and put down her hand quietly.
"Hey, okay." Mrs. Jiang received it gracefully.
The grandfather and grandson worked together and ate most of the whole plate of lychees in a short time.
Tan Yue refused to eat the rest, saying, "Lychees are delicious, but they make people angry. Last year, the eldest son was so greedy that he ate two plates and got a lot of mouth sores."
Mrs. Jiang was convinced, "Then just keep it and use it at night."
Jiang Sheng could only watch the delicious big fruit leave.
After lunch, both grandfather and grandson lay down to rest.
After Mrs. Jiang put Jiang Sheng to sleep with her own hands, she called Tan Yue, "How many lychees did the Liao family send this time? To whom did they send how much?"
The eldest maid lived up to expectations and truthfully reported everything she had learned during this time.
Because it was a special gift, most of the first batch of lychees shipped by the Liao family would be sent to the palace, and a small amount would be reserved for the aristocratic family. The Liao family only got three trays.
One plate was given to Jiang Chenghuan, one was given to Jiang Sheng, and the other was sent to the West Courtyard.
Jiang Liao finally showed the temperament of a matron, taking into account both benevolence and justice.
Mrs. Jiang nodded slightly and expressed satisfaction with the eldest daughter-in-law's actions, "There are not many lychees this time, so go get a few and taste them, and leave the rest to my daughter."
This is already a considerable amount of trust and favor for the personal maid.
Tan Yue thanked Mrs. Jiang gratefully and left after helping Mrs. Jiang fall asleep.
When I open my eyes again, it will be dark.
The grandfather and grandson played for a while, but Jiang Sheng was not hungry, so Mrs. Jiang proposed to go to the garden to eat, and then have dinner when she was hungry.
The Jiang family's garden is not very big, but the flowers are tended by specialized gardeners, and during the season when flowers are in full bloom, it is beautiful and delicate, with even butterflies dancing in it.
Mrs. Jiang was walking forward, and Jiang Sheng was jumping up and down. They were still and moved in a particularly harmonious way.
Walking to the garden, there was the slightest movement in the corner.
Tan Yue was startled, thinking that a pair of wild mandarin ducks were trying to dirty the girl's eyes, so she asked He Rui to rush in, only to find that it was two little maids who were stealing food.
"When you eat, you eat. Even if you use some pastries, the Jiang family will never punish you. Why are you hiding in this corner?" She scolded you fiercely with the momentum of a personal maid.
The little maids nodded and did not dare to say anything.
One of them was still trying to hide behind his back, but He Rui reached out and turned it over, revealing a bright red shell and a dark core.
Tan Yue's expression changed greatly, "You actually stole lychees to eat?"
It used to be reserved for the royal family, but now only aristocratic families can taste tea. The personal maids can only pick up two leftovers to taste, and ordinary maids don't even have the opportunity to touch them.
But now, the shells on the ground proved that they had eaten them, and eaten a lot more.
"If you steal the master's things, you will be beaten and sold." Tan Yue shouted fiercely, "Do you two want to be sold to Ya Po, or do you want to be sent to Fengtian Mansion!"
The Jiang family has a large business and earns a lot of money with a little work, which is not comparable to that of a small family.
Being sent to Fengtian Mansion means losing half your life.
The two maids were finally frightened. They took out the red and big fruit in their arms and kowtowed to beg for mercy, "Miss Tanyue, please spare us. We didn't steal the master's lychees. This is because the third lady didn't want to eat them and was afraid they would spoil overnight." Yes, give it to the little girl."
They just had a good relationship with Xiaoqiao, so they were given a few pieces. They didn't dare to eat them openly, so they simply hid in the depths of the garden to taste them.
After you finish eating, bury the shell and core in the soil, you can clap your hands and leave.
Originally this was not a big deal.
The third young lady has a delicate temperament, and she often gives things she doesn't like to her servants. If the lychee is given to her, she can handle it for anyone.
Tan Yue sighed and was about to turn around when her peripheral vision caught sight of the fruit in the little maid's hand, and she was stunned for a moment.
She also tasted two lychees at noon, and the mixture of green and red was impressive, but the one held by the little maid was completely dark red, with a lighter texture, and even two circles larger in size.
If fruits are also divided into grades, the green and red ones are obviously inferior to the pure red ones.
Tan Yue did not dare to think any more, so she hurriedly confiscated all the lychees, returned to Mrs. Jiang, and bravely reported it.
"Maybe the varieties are different, and I can't tell the difference in the second set." She also wanted to find some excuse.
Without saying a word, Mrs. Jiang took Jiang Sheng and turned around to leave.
It was only at noon that I felt that Ms. Liao was a bit like a housewife, and this happened to me in the evening.
I really don’t know if God is wise or if he is hinting at something.
But this time, Mrs. Jiang didn't get angry, and she didn't even go to Liao to argue. She just sat in front of the window for a long time and asked Tan Yue to reveal the news to the young people who entered the courtyard for the second time.
The next day.
Zheng Ruqian, who was sweating profusely, widened his eyes and said in a loud voice, "What? You said that the Jiang family treats people differently, giving high-grade lychees to their adopted daughter and medium-grade lychees to my sister?"
The chatty little maid in charge of the whistleblower nodded tremblingly.
"Okay, okay, what a Jiang family." Zheng Ruqian was so angry that he looked up to the sky and screamed, "Isn't it just a broken lychee? Jiang San, put half a sack for me immediately and send it to my sister!"
Who hasn’t ordered lychee yet?
Do you really think he went to Lingnan for free?
