Chapter 11

None of the servants in Chuang Tzu used to regard ran Yan as a root. Even though she was weak in nature, they said that they had already fallen into this field. Their eyes were still on their heads, as if a word with them would insult her dignity.

Ran Yan can no longer be spoiled. She is also the legitimate daughter of Ran family. To the outside, the ran family only claimed that ran shiqiniang was recuperating in Zhuangzi. Therefore, although the servants didn't like this master in their hearts and never cared about her, they didn't dare to make trouble and were indifferent at most. However, they all saw with their own eyes the day before yesterday's event, which caused a sensation not only in Zhoujiacun, but also in Zhuangzi. All the people in Zhuangzi immediately took a new look at ran Yan, and their attitude was much more modest than before.

Ran Yan read the letter, casually left the letter in the package, "late green, will that half of the money reward him."

Evening green was stunned for a moment. Even if she didn't want to, she couldn't brush her wife's face in front of outsiders. Now she handed her things to Xing Niang. She took half of the money from her waist and sent it to the boy's hand with a smile. "As long as you help my wife, I'm sure you won't treat me badly. Please help me this time."

The boy was surprised at first. When he got to the half of the money, he woke up like a dream and said, "thank you for your reward. If you have anything to do in the future, I will try my best."

Ran Yan slightly nodded his head and said, "thank you."

Just polite words, but also enough to surprise, the boy knew that she was tactful, quickly put the money into the sleeve pocket, bow back.

"Well, what a face!" Night green murmured.

Xing Niang and ran Yan didn't answer. Ran Yan, as an unpopular legitimate daughter, was not willing to pay a reward. Who would have nothing to do to come over and offer hospitality! What's more, ran Yan, who used to be a good listener, was a lonely orchid with no food for fire. What's worse, she was very poor. She was even worse than the maid in the main courtyard. She just felt that she was superior to others and could not see the reality clearly.

Today's event makes ran Yan realize the importance of money. If she has to survive in the Tang Dynasty, she will have to find a way to make money. However, the appearance of this piece of Chengni inkstone has made her unable to settle down.

"Visit Mr. sang first." Ran Yan grabs the inkstone and rushes out.

The evening green quickly put the two liang silver up, leaving the rest to Xing Niang's disposal. She picked up her skirt and ran quickly to catch up with ran Yan.

Xing Niang looked at the letter which had not been folded. It was not much, and it was just a polite greeting. Secondly, she said that the two liang silver in the package was paid to the doctor the day before yesterday. She had not received it. She asked Liu to return it. However, Lang was still very weak on Wednesday, and Liu's family could not leave it. She asked sang Chen to bring it by the way.

Ran Yan suppressed the waves in her heart and tried to make her steps the same as usual.

It was early in the morning, on both sides of the crisscross river bank in the village, and the back door of the houses was opened along the river. The green stone stairs led straight to the river. The women of all households were washing rice and vegetables on the stone steps, and exchanged greetings with Wu Nong in soft language.

There is also a boat with a little cargo on board, which slowly sails through the river, asking the women washing vegetables if they need to buy or exchange goods.

Looking at such a peaceful and peaceful picture, ran Yan's restlessness gradually calmed down, but her steps did not slow down at all. Just like when breaking a homicide case, the forensic medicine needs to arrive at the scene of the crime in the shortest time. Ran Yan has been used to this way of doing things.

Knowing that mengguan was in the east of the village, he helped ran Yanchao there.

The plan of the day is in the morning. Before seeing the school house, I can hear the sound of children's reading.

Listening to the voice, ran Yan can tell. There are not many students, about fourteen or five. Their ages are also uneven. The small voice is vague, and the big one has begun to show juvenile characteristics.

In the alley of the village, I ran into several villagers occasionally. Ran Yan was holding an inkstone in his hand. Although he was full of doubts, he immediately gave way to the side of the road and saluted respectfully.

Doctors have been respected since ancient times. Who is not afraid of old age, illness and death? People like ran Yan who can "bring the dead back to life" are naturally awe inspiring.

The village's mengguan is just a house two feet wide. It is built along the water like a folk house. There is no courtyard in front of the house, nor is there a ladder leading to the river behind the house. Instead, it stretches out a water platform about three feet wide. There is a circle of poplar fence on the water platform. Judging from the color, it was only nailed up in recent two days.

The houses of the Tang Dynasty were generally low, but the house was a little higher than that of the folk houses, and the construction was passable. It can be seen that the villagers attached great importance to education.

Evening green probe into the house, a row of neat rows of children, big and small, are shaking their heads with Sang Chen reciting a thousand words, the youngest child is afraid even the road is not stable, not to mention sitting, is standing there, also just can use the short table. But his face was serious with the book. Because his hand was too small, it was very difficult to carry it. The child twisted his small eyebrows, and his small mouth moved with the voice of the big stream. Although, the book in his hand was reversed.

On the other hand, Ping Xiaolang, who was crying at night green, was lying on the mat and sleeping back to his sleep. His mouth was dripping on his cheek. He was afraid that he dreamed of delicious food.There are three and a half children with twigs, in private you poke me, I poke you. When a girl was a child, she peeked at the young man who was seriously endorsing, and another boy was angry to pull her hair

In a small monk's house, the birds are flying and the dogs are jumping. It's very lively.

But that sang Chen actually does not seem to know, Wu closed his eyes, shaking his head, more seriously intoxicated than anyone else.

The evening green covered his mouth and snickered. He lowered his voice and said, "I don't know. The most lively place in the village is mengguan."

Ran Yan stood outside quietly waiting, looking at sang Chen that intoxicated appearance, interrupted him feel cruel. Even though ran Yan was eager in her heart, she always insisted on principles and stood outside the door until their early reading was over.

As the name suggests, a thousand words is just a thousand words, but these children are of different ages. Some of them have finished learning, and some have only learned a few sentences. So sang Chen led them to recite the whole text twice, and then recited the first half of the text twice, and finally only recited the first few sentences.

After reciting all of them, sang Chen focused on the first half.

In this period of time, the front of mengguan is also very lively. Several 14-and-5-year-old girls, with their bodies arched, walked along the wall and quietly went to the window. It looked like a group of people, but it was not. Ran Yan found that their small movements were often full of hostility. It was not that I "accidentally" stepped on you, or you "accidentally" kicked me.

Obviously, the girls often came here. When they were about to get to the window, they suddenly saw ranyan standing at the door of dalala. They all looked stunned, and immediately looked at him with contempt or hatred.

As soon as the sound in the room stops, ran Yan faintly takes back her eyes. She asks sang Chen to come out in the evening green.

Wanlv was dissatisfied with those girls who didn't know how to be polite. They were even disrespectful to their wives. They were very quick. Almost as soon as ran Yan indicated, she was already standing at the door, reaching out and knocking on the door. "Mr. sang, the maid is the night green of Ran's house. My wife wants to ask Mr. sang about some important matters. Please do me a favor."

The girls' faces were red, and they glared at the night Green's back with hatred. They jumped like a nest of rabbits and ran around.

Ran Yan looks at a few lively girls, can't help but smile, it seems that this Mr. sang is very popular!

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