I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband

  Chapter 177, have you learned it? (2 more)

"Can."

  Master Feng asked the housekeeper to bring the brocade box.

  He came in a carriage, and asked Heng Yi to get on the carriage.

  Heng Yi originally refused, but after looking at the carriage for a moment, he went in anyway.

  After getting into the carriage, he felt that the carriage was really nice at first glance. It was wide and big, and it was comfortable to sit in. The carriage was pulled by two horses, and it was also very stable, without any bumps. It was better than the one at home.

  He was a little moved.

  Master Feng saw that Heng Yi had been looking at the carriage, so he asked him, "What do you think of this carriage?"

   "Very good. I don't know where Master Feng bought it, can you recommend one or two?"

  Master Feng laughed.

   "You can't buy this carriage outside, it's a special seat for my old mother."

  He also didn’t say he would give Heng Yi a car.

   This is the old mother's carriage, and you can't give it away at will. Even if you want to give it away, you have to give it a brand new one to show your sincerity.

   Arriving at the Heng Mansion, Master Feng was surprised by the grandeur of the Heng Mansion.

  Whether it is construction, materials, or layout, they all belong to the construction of famous families in the capital.

   When he entered the hall in the front yard, he was even more surprised.

  Even the roof beams are carved with auspicious cloud patterns, and paint and gold are used in some places.

  He heard that Heng Yi bought a house, but he didn't want to buy it so well.

  After sitting down in the lobby, a servant girl will serve tea immediately.

   "Master Feng, please drink tea." Heng Yi said.

  In fact, he doesn't really understand the twists and turns of hospitality. He waits for Master Feng to serve the teacup before serving the teacup himself.

  Master Feng couldn't help feeling emotional when he looked at it.

  If possible, I should find someone to explain to Heng Yi the etiquette and hospitality that he should learn as the master of the family.

It's not that Heng Yi didn't do well, he also knew that Heng Yi was originally a rough person, but now he has a long and hard way to go to learn from scholars and scholars, and he really needs someone who can teach him .

  After learning these things, the road ahead will be much easier.

   Especially when you meet those old-fashioned.

  Heng Yi has a young servant named Bai Cha, who was born in the Duke's mansion, but he is a servant after all. What the master can learn, the servant can at most get a glimpse of the superficial.

   It is still too far from the essence.

  Han Qiao learned that Master Feng was going to see her, so she simply tidied up, looking dignified and elegant, and her imposing demeanor came out.

  She thought a lot on the way to the hall, but it was useless when she saw Master Feng.

  Master Feng saluted her, and Han Qiao returned the salute immediately.

   "Mrs. Heng doesn't need to be polite."

   "Master Feng, please sit down."

  Compared to Heng Yi, Han Qiao doesn't know much about Dayong etiquette, but Bi Heng Yi is natural and relaxed. She is neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor humble, sitting on the main seat next to Heng Yi.

  First exchange a few words with Master Feng, but Master Feng still didn't ask about the change of the princess's dowry from a beast to a human.

   Then Master Feng asked Butler Feng to present the brocade box.

   "I can't have this." Han Qiao said.

  Some things are well known to everyone, but cannot be announced.

  Master Feng didn't insist either, "Since Mrs. Heng has made up her mind, then so be it, and leave."

   "Master Feng, walk slowly."

   Let’s talk about hunting tigers in the mountains, and take the brocade box back intact.

  After Master Feng left, Han Qiaocai and Heng Yi said, "It turns out that this is also a kind of deep-minded person. He came to our house for a while, and he seemed to say nothing, but he seemed to say everything."

   "..."

  Heng Yi looked at Han Qiao and blinked.

  He carefully thought about Master Feng's every move since he came to Heng's mansion, and he seemed to understand but half understood.

   "The brocade box he gave is fake. He came to test me to see if I was greedy, or to test whether there are other people behind you. Or to make sure if you can use it."

   "..."

   Can this involve so much?

  He really didn't have much idea.

  Perhaps, he should learn from Bai Cha again.

  Han Qiao originally wanted to discuss more with Heng Yi so that he could get to know Mr. Feng better, but Duan Yue and Shu Lan had brought back a lot of radishes, so Aunt Zhao came over and asked, "Ma'am, what should I do with those radishes?"

   "I'm coming."

  The radishes of this season are crisp and sweet, and the kitchen knife snaps when touched lightly, crunchy.

   "First cut off the radish tassels, wash and dry the tassels."

   "This is the radish. Cut off the old ones, cut off the tail, and cut off the small potholes. Clean up the whole radish, wash it and put it in the Shau Kei."

   "Let's make dried radish first."

   "Cut the radishes into strips, put them on the drying mat and take them out to dry."

  Han Qiao does the first time first, and then several cooks, women, and maids will do it. The children will also wash the radish tassels, wash the radish, and dry the radish.

  Han Qiao will arrange jobs for them.

  Although they are still children, children have to work and cannot eat rice.

   "Madam, do you want to dry the radish?" Aunt Zhao asked.

   "No, you can mix it with spices when Yan Jiujiu is done."

   Just for the dried radish, Han Qiao asked Dong Lai to buy spices and peppers, buy as many dried peppers as you want, spicy and fragrant peppers.

  In this era, there is no pollution, and there are not so many greenhouse products, or things that are grafted. They are all authentic, and if they are exposed to enough sunlight, they will be extra fragrant when they are stir-fried.

   When the spices are fried, the whole kitchen is fragrant.

   "It smells delicious just like this, but when it's mixed into dried radish, I don't know what it's like."

  The people who came to sell the bamboo shoots couldn't help but inhale.

  Ask the famous housekeeper Hu, "What delicious food do you cook?"

   "That's not what you should ask. Hurry up and take the money and go home, dig more bamboo shoots and sell them tomorrow." Butler Hu weighed the bamboo shoots, settled the accounts, and registered.

  Aunt Hu and Hu Jiancheng were checking the bamboo shoots.

  Some of them are too small and you can’t have them directly, so you have to pick them out.

  The whole family came to do this job, and they felt somewhat resentful.

  But apart from the old man, the old lady, and He Cheng, who can only walk, there is no idler in the mansion.

  The old man and the old lady came to help with the work.

   No matter how much you feel wronged, you can only swallow it in your stomach.

  There are a lot more bamboo shoots today, such as yesterday and the day before yesterday. They are indeed large and small, and basically they are all kept. There are only two or three unusable bamboo shoots in a basket. Before they come to sell bamboo shoots, they have carefully selected them.

  In Heng's mansion, everyone was busy up and down.

   Zhao Mansion.

   Zhao Huanniang smashed two vases when she came back, and when she was about to smash the third one, she couldn't bear it.

   Slowly put it back on the shelf.

   Sitting on a chair in a daze.

   that box

  Sun Yiming and Zhenniang are also arguing.

   "I said I would not go, but you insisted on dragging me. Now that I am fine, I have lost my face. From now on, the whole Puyi County will know what kind of person I am, Sun Yiming."

  Sun Yiming had a little scratch on his face, but it was not serious.

   More bruises all over the body.

  He was even more annoyed that he couldn't even beat a child.

"Oh, you are regretting it now. Did I drag you or dragged you? Sun Yiming, you have to show some face. Eat mine and use mine. I will pay for everything I spend. What right do you have to pick on me? Pick and choose, point fingers."

  (end of this chapter)