Chapter 586

"Cheng, I'll take Mrs. Qing with me when I deal with the matter here." Gu Chunzhu's promise is also straightforward, but it makes Mrs. Qing suspicious to look at her for several times, just like Gu Chunzhu put a cover on her.

Gu Chunzhu didn't care what she thought, just waiting for Wang Kun to spit out the money.

As expected, after a quarter of an hour, Wang Kun came here with a tray. It must be a ingot of silver ingot. He also angrily compared it in front of Gu Chunzhu and said, "I didn't expect that Qiu Da is a wolf ambitious man. A small business of buying has swallowed so much silver."

Qiu dacaimai is dealing with some silver coins. How could it be this kind of silver treasure? Gu Chunzhu knows that Wang Kun came back to take it, and she will not let it go.

"Oh, please don't bother Butler Wang to count the silver into the room. Take all the books back and compare them with each other. I'll see them tomorrow." Gu Chunzhu's lip angle brings up a light arc, which gives him a chance to make up.

"Good." Wang Kun lowered his head and trembled. He thought Gu Chunzhu would not read it. There were many holes in the account book. How much money would it cost to fill them one by one.

Gu Chunzhu ignored him and went out to greet Mrs. Qing.

There was only a faint pool of blood in the place where Qiu Da was originally placed in the yard. Wang Kun had taken people out. Gu Chunzhu frowned and looked at the pile of blood as if Wang Kun had deliberately stayed here to disgust himself. "I'll kill someone to clean it up, so as not to attract flies."

"Yes, yes!" Wang Kun deserves to be positive.

Gu Chunzhu takes Mrs. Qing to anjuyuan. ANN is drawing in her room. This time, she is drawing the courtyard of the county, including big rooster, big black dog and jujube horse.

She was so obsessed with painting that she didn't see anyone in the room.

Mrs. Qing bent over and looked at it for a while, with a faint smile on her face. She looked at an's painting and said softly, "an's painting is very good. It's really a picture of rural interest."

Lady Qing's voice suddenly sounded, and Ann's pen was heavy with surprise, and she drew a black picture.

An'an's small face was raised discontentedly, and Mrs. Qing, who was similar to her three points, looked at her. "What are you doing here again? It's ruined my painting."

Gu Chunzhu sees that Mrs. Qing has hit a nail. She thinks that the little girl, An'an, has a small heart. If she wants An'an to call her mother willingly, she needs to work hard.

Although she thinks so, she is also the hostess of the general's house. Even if she comes to fight a round field, she points out on the paper, "how many more strokes are black and white cats in An'an, like the ones who come to our yard to look for little loach to play in the next yard?"

"My mother is so good. The cat still sticks to the loach. The loach bullies her." Ann said and dropped a few strokes on the paper, and a cat with a back bent and a back stretched suddenly appeared on the paper.

Lady Qing stood on one side and felt that she could not get into their words. She could not understand any loach, but she could only make an effort to say with a smile, "Ann, you are drawing a cat. It's more interesting to see the countryside."

But Mrs. Qing's flattery is on the bottom of the horse. Ann's eyebrows are tightly twisted. "What's the interest of the countryside? This is my brother's home, my brother's sister, my grandmother and grandpa."

"Home? This beast doesn't live under the same roof with people. " Lady Qing's eyes are even bigger. The dogs, cats and horses painted by An'an are all in the yard.

"Madame, don't talk about it before you see it. It's the same in every family there." An'an doesn't want to take care of Mrs. Qing. She blows her own paper and does her own work.

"An'an, I didn't expect you and little Chengdu to live such a life..." Mrs. Qing's eyes were red. Aunt thin handed over her handkerchief. Mrs. Qing wiped her eyes several times.

Even Gu Chunzhu wanted to beat her. What is this kind of day.

Ann turned directly to her and said, "my father and mother let my brother and I have a good life. They eat well and wear warm. My brother and I were thrown away by our biological parents before, so we were beggars who picked up rubbish on the road."

"Stop it, my dear child." Gu Chunzhu looks at the shameless lady Qing, who is the same as the preacher, and touches the two double spiral buns on her head.

In the eyes of Mrs. Qing, this scene is more like An'an encouraged by Gu Chunzhu.

She didn't care about her identity either. She pushed Gu Chunzhu to one side. Mrs. Qing covered her chest, and her nose also had some grunts: "An'an, I'm your mother. Look how much you look like me. A good baby was born in October."

Gu Chunzhu was squeezed to one side, but he could only bear it secretly. Who let An'an climb out of other people's stomach.

An'an sees Gu Chunzhu's face pushed aside. Her big eyes turn around. Then she sits on the chair in the room and looks at Mrs. Qing with a rare smile. "Do you want to be my mother?"

"Grace." Mrs. Qing nodded, but didn't think about the words carefully.

Then when she said this, Ann jumped down from the stool happily like a sparrow, and then rummaged through the boxes and found out one of her clothes. There happened to be a hole in one place, and she put it into Mrs. Qing's hand. "Mumble, aren't you going to be my mother? Mend my clothes. ""I......" Lady Qing looks at the clothes in her hand in embarrassment. She only embroidered flowers when she was in the boudoir. When did she mend the clothes? She is thinking of rejecting them. The thin aunt touches her gently. She swallows the words of rejecting them. "OK, take the needle and thread for me."

The servant quickly brought up the needle and thread, and Mrs. Qing began to mend the clothes with the needle and thread, but the mending is different from the embroidery. There is no embroidery bandage, and the cloth is not good. She wanted to embroider something on it, but at last she embroidered it into a pile of disordered needles.

It took half an hour to sew, sew and tear, while Ann and Gu Chunzhu were studying new snacks in the small kitchen together, in order to open a big, vulgar and elegant shop.

"Ann, look at your mother's sewing." Lady Qing hands the dress over to her, but Ann takes it without looking at it.

Lady Qing looks like she is waiting for praise. As a result, An'an says, "I want to have a fried spring roll. You make it for me. My mother used to make it for me."

"OK, I'll go now." Mrs. Qing's hands are pinching each other, and they are almost out of print.

She has never been to the kitchen, and the oil and salt will damage her delicate skin. In the past, it was said that the soup she made for the prince herself was also made by her standing on the kitchen table and watching people do it, even if it was made by her own hands.

"But I can't make spring rolls. Can aunt Bo teach me?" Mrs. Qing said wrongly, and aunt Bo also spoke for her. "Little princess, please forgive our wife for not making spring rolls. Let the old slave come!"

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