Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1293

Seeing that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were singing the same tune, Qiu and others knew that the other party was afraid of being tainted by a villain who would forget his principles for the sake of profit. Just think about it, if there is another evil spirit like Aunt Wen among them, wouldn't the family be in turmoil?

Several people bowed down together, "I will not let you down, Madam and the Mistress."

Wei Cailing asked, "Tell me, what can you do? Are there any of you who can settle accounts like Aunt Han?"

Several people looked at each other, confused for a moment, and really couldn't remember what they could do.

Isn't this still up to the former mistress? Tang Chujun remembered that Shi Chengxuan always praised Zhou for her good tea making skills, "I heard that Zhou is good at making tea? Is she also good at identifying tea?"

Zhou then remembered, "My family used to be in the tea business, but the cargo ship encountered a strong wind, and all the tea leaves were soaked in water, and we lost everything, so..."

She had fallen to the point of becoming someone's concubine, otherwise she would at least be the mistress of a merchant's family.

She hadn't thought about this for a long time, and couldn't help feeling sad. "Since I was a child, I have followed my brothers and uncles in identifying and brewing tea. I can tell the origin and type of tea just by smelling it."

As he spoke, his sad mood gradually turned into confidence, and his eyes became brighter.

Wei Cailing smiled gently, "This is your strength. Why don't you go to the teahouse first, and then arrange specific tasks after you pass the assessment. Are you willing?"

"I am willing." Zhou never thought that she could make a living with the skills she learned at her mother's home. She was really happy.

Tang Chujun's eyes softened as he looked at her. "I hope one day you can make a pot of good tea, not for anyone else, but just to please yourself."

When Zhou heard this, she felt her whole body go numb and her heart ached. No one had ever said such words to her.

Even her mother said, "If you learn this skill well, you will be able to please your husband when you get married."

She never thought that one day it would be the former mistress who would say to her, “Make a pot of tea, not for anyone, just to please yourself.”

At this moment, Zhou's eyes were filled with tears and she prostrated herself deeply in front of Tang Chujun. Only then did she realize what a kind person the former mistress was.

The others also talked about what they wanted to do and what they would do.

Wei Cailing said, "Don't worry, you can try all kinds of jobs and decide based on what you are good at."

Finally, a place to stay.

Tang Chujun said, "You can go to Aunt Han's house and pick out a yard or a house. The yard has its own price, and the house has its own price."

The prices of a good courtyard and a remote courtyard are naturally different. The prices of houses of different sizes are also different. If you want to choose a house with east and west wing rooms, you have to pay the prices of the east and west wing rooms. It all depends on whether you have money to give.

This will prevent some people from getting resentful because they choose a house that suits them, while others don't.

You can live in a courtyard that suits your property. If you want to save money, you can live in the servants' quarters.

Tang Chujun took people to the yard that day.

The house was the one on Fushuang Road. Since Tang Chujun moved to the Young Master's Mansion, there were only a few servants who took care of the house, as well as Aunt Han and Shi Yunshu.

Aunt Han rented a room in a side courtyard. The room was not big, but it had a good orientation, was bright, and got plenty of sunlight.

When Tang Chujun led everyone over, Aunt Han was holding her son and nagging him while sorting out the account books, "Yunshu, look at what this line of words says? Mother will teach you..."

Shi Yunshu is only a little over two years old now, but he can sit still, nestling in his mother's arms, staring at the place where his mother's finger is pointing with his big round eyes, and responding with "ya ya wa wa".

At that time, the sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun shone on the mother and child, which was a very eye-catching sight.

This is how life should be. The mother is neither anxious nor slow, and does not worry about life. The child grows up slowly in her hands.