Chapter 139： The child who died for the master 4

Xie Hui also squatted down like this child, and asked patiently:

"Daddy has found something to do and can earn more money. Why isn't Hong'er happy?"

Listening to his father's tone softening when talking to him, Xie Hong couldn't help but began to reflect on whether he had gone too far. It was obviously a very happy thing for his father to find a new job.

"Daddy, being a housekeeper will be very hard..."

He had often seen before that the adults would scold his father for not doing well, and he would scold his father together with the young master for being a lowly servant.

Xie Hui reached out and rubbed his hair with the palm of his hand, lowered his head to meet the worry and worry in the child's eyes, and felt more inclined in his heart that he was not telling the truth to himself now.

It is true that I am worried that I have worked hard, but it is more that I am afraid that I will become what I was before.

A child may not know everything, especially when the living environment is not good, it will urge the child to grow up.

"It won't be very hard. This time, the master just hired me as a housekeeper to take care of the shops outside, not to serve people."

There are also many kinds of housekeepers, those who help the wife take care of the inner house, and those who take care of the shop and keep accounts. The client used to be in Mr. Wang's house, and he did both, but it's a pity that Mr. Wang didn't give much money.

"Huh? Daddy can't lie to Hong'er."

Xie Hui stretched out his hand towards his son and hooked him.

"Daddy promises not to lie to Hong'er."

On the second day, Xie Hui changed into clothes that looked cleaner. Now that he is so old, he doesn't want to see how graceful he can be, and he can dress honestly and neatly, so that the master can feel more at ease.

After arriving at the place, he saw that the door was quite impressive, so Xie went forward and knocked on the door.

"Hey, here we come."

The boy who opened the door yawned. Thinking of what Nanny Song had said before, he asked:

"Are you the housekeeper that Nanny Song mentioned?"

Xie Hui bowed slightly, nodded with a smile on his face.

"Yes, I am."

"Then come in, Mammy has been waiting for a long time."

Xie Hui's eyes flickered when he heard this address. Mother? In this world, this is not a title that ordinary old women can have. They usually come out of the palace, so they can be called like this.

The boy who opened the door brought Xie Hui in. Nanny Song ordered someone to prepare some books and put them there. Yesterday, she asked some of her old acquaintances to confirm that the original housekeeper of the Wang family was indeed capable.

It should be because of the involvement of the Wang family, most people dare not use it, so they are reduced to go to the restaurant as accountants.

After Xie Hui saw the pile of ledgers, he understood what Nanny Song meant. He walked over and sat on the chair behind the table, spread out the ledgers and held the abacus, and began to sort out the ledgers.

The client once discovered a way to look at the accounts, which is much easier to sort out. Xie Hui is using this method now. Before it was time for lunch, the accounts had already been sorted out by him.

The account book that had been re-copied was piled up on the upper right corner of the table, Xie Hui stood up after finishing it, and nodded slightly at Nanny Song.

Nanny Song walked over and opened a book. The first thing she saw was that the bill was just looking pretty. After checking to make sure there was nothing wrong, she discussed Yueyin with Xie Hui and kept him.

After working in this family for half a month, Xie Hui finally found out the true identity of this family.

There are no adults in this house, and the owner is a one-year-old child.

The child's mother was the princess of the current dynasty, born of the late emperor's concubine, because the mother and concubine were not favored by the late emperor, and she was not favored by the late emperor, and the husband was the second best chosen by the late emperor.

When the princess was pregnant, the son-in-law brought the girl from the brothel home, and the angry princess died prematurely.

Although His Majesty has no contact with this younger sister, he feels that the actions of the son-in-law will hurt the face of the royal family, and in a fit of anger, he exiles the whole family of the son-in-law.

For such an older child, I didn't think about how he should be placed. Now it is the princess's nurse, Nanny Song, who is raising her.

Fortunately, although the princess has gone, she left behind some houses, fields and shops.

Nanny Song is not the master of this house. The one who can really be the master of the house is the child who has not yet learned to walk. Xie Hui works as the housekeeper here, and his life is quite leisurely.

Nanny Song was generous, and she was never stingy in arranging Yueyin for these servants. Furthermore, Xie Hui has indeed managed those shops well, and after replacing all the shopkeepers with bad intentions, it is much easier to check the accounts every month.

This is comfortable, but Xie Hong's little brat gave him a headache.

In the past, when the clients treated him badly, he was careful not to cause trouble, coupled with being bullied by Wang Song all the time, he was introverted and a little cowardly.

After going to school for two years now, I'm starting to be too lively again.

One day, when Xie Hui came back from the master's house, he just opened the door when he saw the child moved a ladder from nowhere and was climbing up against the wall.

Xie Hui was afraid that his sudden utterance would scare him, so he walked over with light steps. Who would have thought that this kid didn't step on the ladder firmly, and fell down when his foot slipped. Seeing this, he hurried forward, just in time for him to fall in his arms.

"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles?"

Xie Hong was also a little panicked when he fell down. After realizing that the fall didn't hurt, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he first saw that it was his father, and his heart beat wildly in fright.

"Daddy, I, I just want to climb higher and see when you come back..."

Xie Hong's voice became softer the more he talked, until it was almost inaudible at the end. With his head drooping, when his father put him down and stood there, he thought he was secretly looking at his father, but unexpectedly met his father's stern gaze, and shrank his head.

"Look at the scholars in other people's houses. There is no one like you who either climbs trees or climbs walls."

When Xie Hong heard what his father said, he retorted disapprovingly:

"The master said that even if you are a scholar, you can't stay in the house reading all day. Every year during the scientific examination, many scholars are carried out."

In the second year after Xie Hong entered school, the master accepted him as a disciple, and now the master said what he said.

"Did the master ever say that you would be crazy to climb trees, ladders and walls every day?"

Xie Hong, who had just put one hand behind his back and was chatting, froze instantly when he heard what his father said.

"Master never said that."

Not only did he never say it, but he also said that a scholar should behave like a scholar, knowing the etiquette and keeping the etiquette. If the master sees him like this, he will also be reprimanded by the master.

"Forget it, let's not take this as an example."

In the end, Xie Hui couldn't bear to scold him, so he only put one sentence here, and after finishing speaking, he walked into the house and poured himself a cup of tea.

Xie Hong also knew that he made a mistake today. After his father left, he went to the study to get a book, and walked around the yard with the scroll in his hand to read.

It was still bright outside, the sun was setting, and the light fell on Xie Hong's dark blue clothes. When Xie looked back, he took another sip of water to suppress his anger.

Now this child can't see the shadow of the past at all. The old Xie Hong was asked by his father to follow Wang Song. He was bullied and black and thin. Coupled with malnutrition, his body was also very thin.

Now he has been brought up to look like a chubby man, wearing dark blue clothes, which are the clothes that all the students in the school wear. The temperament can't be said to be outstanding, but it does have the appearance of a scholar.

It's just a child from an ordinary family, he's pretty good as he is now, Xie Hui doesn't insist on how good he can be.

Xie Hong was studying in the yard until the sun had completely sunk into the mountains, and the woman working in their house came out to remind him that dinner was ready, so Xie Hui stood up and walked over.

Perhaps because he made a mistake not long ago, Xie Hong helped his father move the chair very kindly.

"Father, are you still going to that young master's house tomorrow?"

Xie Hui rolled his eyes helplessly when he heard what the son said.

"Which day do I not have to go?"

When the child made a mistake, it seemed that he was looking for topics to answer in order to verify whether he was angry with him.

Xie Hong thought about it carefully, and felt that his question was strange, so he silently lowered his head to eat.

Fortunately, from what his father said, he could also tell that his father was not angry with him.

If it wasn't for Daddy's presence, if he fell off that ladder, he would definitely lie in bed for several days. For the lively and active Xie Hong, this is tantamount to the most severe punishment.

After the meal, Xie Hong continued nonstop, lit a candle, put his elbow on the table, propped his chin with his palm, stared at his father, and talked about interesting things that happened in the school.

"By the way, daddy, the master said, after I am admitted as a scholar, let me take his post and go to an academy outside the city to study. It is said that the students who come out of the academy will become Juren at the very end. .”

Xie Hui, who was sipping tea with his head down, heard his words, and when he raised his head, he inadvertently met his expectant eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"Then I'll just wait and be the father of Master Juren."

Xie Hong originally wanted to say modestly that he hadn't even been admitted as a scholar yet, but after hearing what his father said, this feeling of affirmation made him very happy, so he laughed twice and nodded vigorously.

"Well, I will definitely work hard!"

Xie Hui didn't extinguish his ambition, as soon as he put down the teacup and stretched out his hand, Xie Hong consciously handed his head over, and rubbed vigorously against his father's palm.

"come on."

The night was long, and now Xie Hong was really bored, he ignored his father's urging him to go back to sleep three times in a row, and took out something from the side.

"Father, you play chess with me, okay, those people in the school don't want to play with me."

It was rare to see this kid acting like a baby to him, and it was also rare for Xie Hui to change a candle instead of going to sleep when it was time to go to bed.

The candle sprinkled an inch of yellow, Xie Hui held the sunspots in his hand, he didn't feel it at first, but when he saw the child sneaking around with his little finger to move the chess pieces, he thought he couldn't see, and the veins on his forehead twitched in anger.

"Thanks, Hong!"