It was getting late, and the weather began to turn cloudy in the afternoon, with thick clouds accumulating.
Mr. Guo glanced at the sky and said, "Oh, I promised my wife to go back early today. Today my little daughter is celebrating her birthday. It's too late to catch her and interrogate her now. It's just a good time to lock her up for one night. It will be easier to interrogate her tomorrow morning." "
An Ying was still waiting to sort out her confession. When she was about to leave, the rain that had accumulated for a long time poured down from the sky.
An Ying stood at the door without an umbrella and felt worried.
Suddenly a shadow appeared above her head. She looked to the side and saw Yun Pingshi standing on the side holding a black oil umbrella.
"Yun Pingshi, do you have an umbrella?"
"Yeah, you don't have an umbrella?"
"Uh, yes. Well..." An Ying looked at Yun Pingshi, who was standing in the heavy rain holding a black umbrella, thinking that Mrs. Cao in the dining hall did have good taste. "It's raining so hard that if you hold an umbrella back, you'll get wet, right?"
"I have a car to pick me up." Yun Pan glanced at her.
Oh, that's right, An Ying thought to himself, I'm a country bumpkin, I forgot that he is the Yun family's eldest son!
"Then can you lend me your umbrella? You have a car to ride in."
"Oh, no. You have to hold an umbrella when you get in the car. Besides, you'll get wet even if you hold an umbrella and go back. My carriage is here. I'll leave first." Yun Pan held up his umbrella and got into Yun's carriage. ,gone.
An Ying was speechless. How could this scumbag princess survive back then? She should be killed by the emperor.
At this time, there was another shadow above the head.
"Ah, Mr. Su, are you going back too? It's raining too much today. Do you have a car to pick you up?"
Su Huangzhe nodded and looked back at her, "You didn't bring an umbrella?"
An Ying forgot who Su Huangzhe's family was. Anyway, they were all wealthy families with cars!
"If you don't have an umbrella, leave later. It's raining too much. You'll get sick if you get wet." Su Huangzhe got on his carriage and left.
If you are sick, you cannot work. If you leave later, you can still work for a while.
An Ying instantly grasped the key point of Mr. Su's speech.
Okay, An Ying is going to go to the canteen to have something to eat first, and then go home after the rain subsides. I turned around and met Xiao Yi, who was wearing a raincoat.
Xiao Yi was surprised: "Why are you going back?"
"I didn't bring an umbrella. Let's have dinner before leaving."
"Why don't you bring an umbrella in this weather? There is nothing to eat in the canteen." Xiao Yi, wearing a raincoat, rushed into the rain and left.
Why do they know it will rain on days when there is no weather forecast?
As expected, there was nothing to eat in the canteen, only hard steamed cakes were left.
An Ying ordered a bowl of hot water, sat at the table and ate steamed cakes.
"Hey, Miss An. You didn't go back so late?"
An Ying looked up and saw his old friend Yang Ye.
"Ah, Mr. Yang, long time no see. If it doesn't rain heavily, I'll have a meal first and then go back when the rain subsides. Are you the same?"
Yang Ye also ate steamed cakes, "When I was working in the Criminal Department, I always had dinner before leaving, unless someone invited me to eat out. Don't you have an umbrella?"
An Ying nodded.
"Umbrellas are getting more and more expensive nowadays. Oil umbrellas from Wang's on Mashi Street already cost half a penny, but the quality is really good. Hey, by the way, I know a place that sells raincoats for cheap. I'll show you later. Go buy it. Let’s buy it together. It’s cheaper to buy two sets, fifteen coppers.”
Well, An Ying swallowed the steamed cake with difficulty and said, "I don't have an umbrella. I mean I don't have an umbrella, not that I don't have an umbrella."
"You don't bring an umbrella on such a day? You are kidding me. Why are you embarrassed with me? We are all from poor families." Yang Ye waved his hand, "Really, consider buying that raincoat. It's practical and cheap."
Can everyone here predict the weather? It was clear that the sky was clear in the morning, why did everyone know it was going to rain?
An Ying was speechless.
"I know you girls think the raincoat is not good-looking. But to be honest, the raincoat is much more useful than an umbrella." Yang Ye ate the third steamed cake, "My sister is also clamoring to buy an umbrella. I think the coir raincoat is too ugly. It doesn’t make sense.”
Brother, this is not the point. I really didn't know it was going to rain, and I had an umbrella. I can’t afford a car, but I can still afford an umbrella.
An Ying looked up to the sky.
"Okay, it's getting dark now. If you keep waiting, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Your father should be anxious. I'll take you back." Yang Ye finished the last piece of steamed food in the canteen despite Mrs. Cao's big eyes. The cake queen said to An Ying.
"Aren't you wearing a raincoat? How can you give it to me?"
Yang Ye smiled proudly and took out an oil-paper umbrella with a red handle.
"You're lucky. I went to the umbrella shop this morning to buy it as a gift for my sister." Yang Ye himself put on a raincoat.
An Ying took the umbrella in surprise, and the two walked slowly in the rain.
"You're so kind to your sister. It's not easy for you to save money now. It will be fine after you pass the Jinshi exam." An Ying said.
The rain has become lighter now, and there is no steam brought by it when it first rained. There are only bursts of coolness.
"Hey, maybe. To be admitted as a Jinshi, you have to wait for being conferred. Being conferred is also a tricky job. It would be difficult if you were sent to a remote place in a remote country." Yang Ye raised his head and looked at the sky, "But the days are always getting better and better. Okay. Think about how pitiful you were when you first came here, but now you are a high-ranking adult in the Ministry of Justice."
"Hey, forget about others, you still make fun of me, but you still have a bright future. I will probably reach the end of my life from the position of Eighth Grade Sizhi. If you become prosperous in the future, remember to support me."
The two of them laughed and arrived at the door of An Ying's house. An Ying returned the umbrella to Yang Ye, covered his head and rushed into the house. Yang Ye smiled and put away his umbrella, whistling and went home.
The dinner at home was brought back from the tea shop, which consisted of a few flax cakes, some fried fish, fried sausages and some vegetables.
An Tong and An Lan both flipped through their storybooks while eating.
An Ying took away the books from their hands angrily, "Just eat well and read while eating. What does it look like?"
An Lan and An Tong reluctantly put down their books. An Tong ate fried fish and said, "Sister, I borrowed this book from my classmates. I have to read it tonight and return it tomorrow. We agreed." , one person per day.”
An Lan also took a big bite of the cake and said, "Sister, I want to read it too. Our academy is also reading it. It costs one copper a day to rent a book, so I will read my brother's books."
An Ying flipped through the book curiously and saw the cover "Peach Red", "This is "Peach Red". Today I went to the Duke of Qi's mansion, and they invited Baixi Theater to perform this drama. I heard that now Are people watching this? How about we invite people to act like this in the tea shop?"
An Tong ate her rice quickly, her cheeks bulging, "Sister, you are so incompetent in the market. Do you know how difficult it is to hire this person?"
An Ying asked strangely: "Wouldn't it be better to hire some small theaters? The people in our shop are ordinary people, and we don't need famous actors."
"Hey, it seems that sister doesn't understand this market. Let me tell you." An Lan finished her meal and wiped her mouth carefully with a handkerchief, ""The Story of Peach Blossom" is a story book written by Mr. Qingluan. Chengbitang reads it every day. New books are coming out, and the story books are all up to the tenth issue. Every morning, there is a long line of people waiting in front of Chengbitang to buy story books. Ours is only the ninth issue, and we have to wait for my brother and classmates to finish reading the latest one before we can get it. .”
An Ying was shocked. The book "Love" is still being serialized.
She lowered her head and flipped through the book. Oh my God, this update speed is scary.
"Although the storybook has not been finished, the drama has already been produced. I heard that Mr. Qingluan personally wrote and arranged the plays in Baixi Studio. Ordinary people can't afford it." An Tong said as if he were an adult. He sighed.
An Lan grabbed the book in An Ying's hand and said, "Sister, I'll take it and read it first."
Before An Ying could speak, An Lan ran back to the room.
When Yang Ye returned home, Yang Yuan ran over and saw the umbrella in Yang Ye's hand. She happily took it and opened it, but suddenly her face dropped again, "Brother, this umbrella has been used. The surface of the umbrella is all wet." of."
Yang Ye replied: "It rained so heavily that I held on for a while on the way back. What does it matter if I use the umbrella for a while?"
Yang Yuan pouted: "You are already wearing a raincoat, why are you holding an umbrella?"
