Chapter 337

"Xijiao!"

At this time, Hu que pushed aside the crowd and came to the front. At a glance, song Xijiao was climbing to the top of the ladder with a plaque in her arms. Her heart almost stopped.

He grabbed Dafeng's wrist: "what's going on?"

Dafeng, who could care to answer Hu Que's question, was staring at Song Xijiao without blinking. The atmosphere did not come out.

"Xijiao, come down quickly!"

Seeing Dafeng didn't answer his question, Hu que went to the ladder and wanted to help song Xijiao down. But he just walked two steps forward and was grabbed by a crowd of people behind him.

"Oh, no!"

"Don't touch that ladder!"

"Who's coming out to stir up something? Now she can't go up and down, and no one can save her. She can only hang up the plaque."

Song Xijiao stepped on the rail of the ladder and leaned her body against it as much as possible. She was sweating profusely and her arm had no strength. The rest, can only rely on willpower to fight.

Hearing Hu Que's anxious call under the ladder, she could not turn back, nor could she have the strength to respond. She could only be ignored. Looking up, there are still the last three steps.

Fortunately, the more upward, the shorter the gap between the bars.

Finally, when she climbed to the top of the ladder, the whole person was nearly collapsed. She was relieved. Her arm shook, and the plaque suddenly tilted downward.

"Ah

She gave a nervous cry.

However, the onlookers were even more nervous than her and yelled louder than her. They rushed to the ladder to help her. Even two men folded Arhats and helped her lift up the corner of the plaque.

Song Xijiao could not help but appreciate a smile: "thank you for your big brother."

The man blushed: "Miss Song, you are welcome."

After sitting on the ladder for a while and recovering a little strength, song Xijiao immediately stood up with the plaque, then clenched her teeth and hung the plaque on the nail.

"Xifeng bamboo paper field" five big characters immediately hung on the lintel!

"Oh

"It's hanging up!"

"It's hanging up at last. It's really dangerous."

The onlookers clapped and yelled, as if they had hung them up.

Song Xijiao helped the ladder down slowly. As soon as she fell to the ground, she was dragged by Hu que. She looked up and down with worry. Then she held her wrist and looked at her hands. The tender palms and fingers were already red and purple.

He was so distressed that he could not suck on his lips, but he knew that he could not.

"I'm ok."

Looking at Hu Que's tearful appearance, song Xijiao felt that he was making a fuss. As for the wives who just came back from the war, they were not just dangerous?

"If it's OK!"

Hu que grinned awkwardly. He released his hand holding her wrist and took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat on her forehead for her. He didn't know how much strength he used to hold on to her.

"Well, Mr. He, the plaque has also been hung back, and today's business has been settled. Don't stand here. Go back to your room and have a rest. Your gout has just begun to be treated. You can't stand for too long, otherwise acupuncture and moxibustion this morning will be in vain."

Mr. he himself felt a little tired. Seeing that the matter was settled, he felt relieved. He looked down at he Shu Jun and said coldly, "you come in with me!"

"Yes."

He Shujun immediately stood up and followed Mr. He into the bamboo paper mill.

As soon as they came in, the scholars who ran down from upstairs to see the excitement immediately turned around and ran away.

Master he hated Miss song so much. If he found out that they were helping Miss Song, it would be very bad.

Song Xijiao watched them walk up the second floor, and then came to the door. She looked at the poor people who were waiting for her to distribute the stewed vegetables. She had no choice but to say, "the pickled vegetables were gone yesterday, and there is no food for you today."

Those people suddenly look disappointed, many of them just want to stutter just to put down the work of the family.

Dafeng dissatisfied way: "do not owe them, put that face to who to see!"

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "you don't think you owe it, but they do. Well, Dafeng, you cut all the bacon I've brought, and divide them into three or four pieces for each person. "

Dafeng startled: "master son, you are crazy, the last time points pickles, this time bacon, next time no money can send them away!"

"What do you think my bamboo paper farm is? Can you show them lively activities every day? Besides, I will go back to Jinzhou in a few days. They can't find me even if they want to. No matter what, I'm a stranger who wants to open a shop here. I'll have to rely on their help in the future. I'll take care of it. Go ahead and open a new store. This benefit still has to be given. "

Dafeng didn't understand song Xijiao's theories, but he still had to listen to his words. Had to go into the house to take out the bacon, and found a kitchen knife, beckoning those people to come over and share the meat.When song Xijiao saw that the people were finally smiling again, her heart widened. As soon as she turned to enter the room, a servant girl's voice rang out beside her.

"Miss Song, Miss Song!"

Song Xijiao turned her head and saw that she was the maid beside Lin Wan'er. She curiously walked over and said with a smile, "you also come to see me lively?"

"How dare you, maidservant." The servant girl laughed and said, "I want to tell Miss song that she will go to the tea shop later and ask her to send a message. If Miss Song is free, she can go to the tea shop and talk to her."

"What tea shop?"

"Ouch, what kind of tea shop can it be? Our lady has opened a tea shop altogether. Here, it is the one at the third lane on the street."

Song Xijiao looked at her head, but she didn't notice: "OK, you tell her that I'll be there in two quarters of an hour."

"Good! And the maid went back to preach

After seeing off her servant girl, song Xijiao was just about to step into the threshold to see how he Shu Jun was doing. After that, an old voice sounded: "Miss Song, stop."

Song Xijiao took back her feet and tried to step into the threshold. How could it be so difficult.

She turned and stopped her this time. She was a stranger old man.

"Are you?"

"Miss Song, whose surname is Liao, is the old housekeeper of the Mu family in the north of the city."

"Oh, Mr. Liao, nice to meet you." Song Xijiao said politely, but there was a string of question marks on her forehead. Who is the Mu family in the north of the city? Who is the housekeeper Liao?

"Don't be surprised, Miss Song. I want to ask her more. Mr. He seemed to say that you can cure gout, but really?"

Song Xijiao immediately understood his intention and asked tentatively, "do you have gout in your family?"

"It's my Lord!"

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