The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Dusk sinks in the west, and the setting sun is lazy.

It was already dusk the next day when Pei An entered Shaohua Garden again. That day, ever since he went to work at Manyue Tower in the morning, A'lu was filled with worry, fearing that Song Guanzhou would send servants to ask where the fourth young master had stayed last night.

Fortunately, it was the day to send Aunt Fang away. I found an excuse to follow Pei Hai, helped for a while, and went to the cemetery in the small poplar forest in the suburbs.

During the trip, I also saw Rendong and two familiar sisters-in-law, but no one asked about the Fourth Young Master.

Before Pei An entered the door, he was already squatting at the corner gate. After Pei An got off the horse, he quickly ran out to lead the horse and whispered to him about what happened today.

Pei An was worried that Song Guanzhou would make a scene, unlike in the past. When A'lu heard this, her hair was almost shaking as she tried to dissuade him, "My Lord, how can I tell you? Of course I can't tell you. Anyway, you are the only one who knows about this. If I don't tell you, how can others know? Besides, the Fourth Young Master's wife didn't ask me today, so I think it's okay."

Pei An thought for a moment and decided not to take everything so seriously in the backyard.

He thought that he would explain a few more words when Song Guanzhou asked him about it. After the flower-viewing banquet, it would be best if he and Jin Fuyun became close friends.

In his opinion, Jin Fuyun was a woman worth making friends with. A traditional woman in the harem like Song Guanzhou was short-sighted and narrow-minded. If he interacted more with Jin Fuyun, he would definitely be influenced in a positive way.

I don't expect to become well-educated and well-mannered suddenly.

——At least you know something about things.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he found it empty. He went straight to the main room, where only the little maid Qingfang was cleaning up the leftovers. When she saw him come in, she hurriedly bowed.

"What about the young lady?"

Qingfang didn't dare to look up, and answered with her head down, "The young lady is sorting books in the warehouse. Sister Dong and Sister Lianhua are all there."

Pei An's mind was slightly moved, "Why didn't Madam wait for me to eat?"

Qingfang became nervous and stammered, "Madam didn't eat much at noon today, and she was very hungry at night, so she just ate."

Pei An smiled helplessly, "Go to the kitchen and prepare a new table. I haven't eaten yet."

Qingfang agreed, and trotted to the warehouse without paying attention to the mess on the table. A'lu, who followed behind, came in and saw, "Oh, my lord, please go to the inner room and sit for a while. I'll call a maid to clean up."

After hearing Qingfang's report, Rendong turned around to look at Song Guanzhou, who was sorting out books, and whispered, "Madam, the fourth young master is back, why don't you go back to the house..."

Song Guanzhou said without even raising his head, "Alu will take care of it."

After saying that, he carefully looked through the books that had been sealed for more than two years. Some of the books were infested with insects, while some were in better condition. However, the whole box was filled with a musty smell that was very pungent.

Rendong wanted to persuade them a few more times, but finally held back. She put down the work in her hands, called Qingfang and Zhuanggu to follow her, and returned to the main room with Pei An, where she helped them change clothes and set the table for dinner.

"The sun is setting and the light is not good. Let Guanzhou do it tomorrow so as not to hurt his eyes."

Pei An explained, and Ren Dong reported back, "We have said it several times, but the young lady is so stubborn that she doesn't listen to our advice. Now she is ready to fight all night long." Pei An couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard it, "She really cares about it. I thought she was just trying to be fresh."

Honeysuckle smiled and replied, "The old man brought a lot of books as a dowry, and the more the young lady read, the more she likes it."

The sun really rises in the west.

He finished his meal in two or three bites, rinsed his mouth, and went to the warehouse. The so-called warehouse was two rooms in the courtyard. Seven or eight people were registering one by one under the command of Song Guanzhou.

Pei An looked at Liu Er and Ju Xiang, who were in charge of writing, and read the text of the book. He was just checking it casually, but after a closer look, he looked at Song Guanzhou and asked, "Did you do this, or did you, the second manager?"

Liu Er quickly shook his head, "Fourth Master, there is no way I can do this. This is the Young Madam's plan."

There was nothing unusual about the registration of the books, but the content was very detailed. In addition to the basic title, author, and number of volumes, it also recorded the damage, year of writing, and special instructions. What was even more eye-catching was that Song Guanzhou classified the books into categories.

Agriculture, astronomy, law, folklore, mathematics, poetry and songs...

"This makes it easier to search and read."

On the desk was a piece of cut white paper. Ju Huang wrote the number on the side of the book in small regular script and pasted it on the top of the book with flour paste. The number was the same as the one on the book made by Liu Er and Ju Xiang, which made it easier to find it later.

Song Guanzhou looked at the sky and thought it was getting late.

"That's all for today. Come back tomorrow morning."

Ren Dong asked everyone to clean up. Pei An helped Song Guanzhou out from the pile of books. Seeing that she was covered in dust, he couldn't help but joked, "If you had done these things earlier, you wouldn't be like this today. You must have eaten a lot of dust, right?"

Song Guanzhou patted his body and replied with a smile, "Only when you feel at ease can you appreciate the value of these books. Two years ago, I was too young to understand these things. Even if I sorted them out, I would probably give them away casually, which would be a disaster."

The two of them went back to the main room together.

Mrs. Meng and Aunt Zhuang had already carried a large bucket of hot water to the wing, which was now Song Guanzhou's bathroom. After pouring the hot water into the bucket, they tested the water temperature before coming out to report.

"Madam, the water is hot."

Song Guanzhou tidied up her hair, and Lianhua exclaimed, "Young Madam, let me come."

Seeing her pulling at her hair without any concern, Lianhua felt uneasy and ran over to help her carefully untie it.

"The young lady's hair is thick and dense, but it can't stand such abuse. I beg you to leave it to Sister Dong and me from now on." Now, Lotus and Lianhua have learned a lot of hair-combing skills from Honeysuckle, but Song Guanzhou is used to the modern way of wearing his hair down, and due to etiquette, he reluctantly ties his hair up every day.

But when it comes to dismantling it, most people don’t have much patience.

Pei An saw her face full of impatience, then he looked at her carefully after she removed her makeup, "So your eyebrows are not painted."

"..."

Song Guanzhou glanced at him, "I have black hair and black eyebrows. My eyebrows are naturally good. I just need to trim them. Why do I need to draw them? What a joke!" He wanted to say something disdainful of Pei An, but seeing that he also had thick eyebrows and big eyes, he had to swallow it and snorted, "It seems that when you kissed me in the past, your mouth was full of black eyebrows--"

relative……

Pei An's originally fair face suddenly turned red when he heard these private conversations.

"...You..., there is a maid next to you!"

Lianhua used a wooden comb to smooth her thigh-length hair before she bowed and left in a hurry. The burning sensation on the tips of her ears made the little girl panic.

Song Guanzhou: It’s just the word “relative”!

After scaring away the maid, Pei An came over, held her bare face in his hands, and examined it carefully. "My wife is indeed a beauty even though she wears rough clothes and has messy hair."

Song Guanzhou suddenly stretched out his arms, put his arms around his neck, pulled him close and sniffed him up and down, "Oh, I don't even smell the scent of a woman——"