Chapter Nineteen: Not Good

  Celery

  A slender-browed and long-faced young girl with a hint of a smile stepped forward, blocking the way.

  Half of the celery is somewhat timid.

  "I'll go," said the girl, taking the tea tray from Banxia's hand without giving her a chance to say anything else.

  Ban Jin stood there in a daze, watching as that girl entered Zhou Liu Lang's room.

  Nowadays, Gongzi is no longer allowed to enter the house by himself.

  "She was originally used to being an exception..."

  "Originally, only the three of them, including Sui Feng sister, were allowed to attend to Young Master's needs..."

  "No one mentioned her, and she herself didn't even know."

  The whispers of the maids standing under the corridor outside reached her ears, and Ban Jin only felt like an ant on her back, wanting to leave, but not knowing where to go, wanting to stay, but staying...

  "I'm not a lady, if I want to drink tea, I'll drink tea. What's the point of giving me these pastries and desserts? Throw them away!"

  A loud drinking sound came from inside the house on Saturday, immediately followed by the sound of a plate shattering.

  Tears fell from her eyes, and she didn't dare stay here anymore, turning around and running away in a hurry.

  Go? Where to go? Where can I go?

  "If you're really angry with yourself, why don't you go find your elder brothers and have a fight?" Qin Langjun said, leaning against the armrest, lowering his head to flip through a small notebook.

  "What's gotten into me?" Shūro muttered.

  Qin Lang Jun didn't say anything, but suddenly burst out laughing.

  "What's so funny!" Zhou Liulang glared and shouted in a bad temper.

  Qin Langjun ignored his anger and pointed to a line on the book with his hand.

  "Now I hear the woman in front of the door talking about the dispute between Zhang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, saying that they can wait for the circle to come." He smiled and said, "Interesting, this character 'money' cannot be written, so it is replaced with a circle."

  "What's so interesting, it's inexplicable." Zhou Liu Lang hummed and sat down, picking up the tea to drink.

  "Sixth Brother," Qin Lang said with a smile, "if you had looked at this book earlier, I'm afraid you wouldn't have gotten into trouble."

  Mentioning this, Zhou Liulang became anxious.

  "What trouble have I caused? In my youth, I was reckless and impulsive, it's the age when one cherishes flowers and loves grass. I took a liking to this girl and wanted to take her away, what's wrong with that? It's just taking her love, and waiting for her to come to me to make amends." He said, "If my father and mother scolded me, I would return the girl to her, and then send her seven or eight more girls as compensation."

  Qin Lang smiled.

  At that time, after hearing the details, he personally took Pan Jin with Chen Shao to the government office. It turned out that Chen's father recognized Pan Jin when he was sober and his words were accurate. Zhou Liu Lang wanted to go to Jiangzhou again to pick up Cheng Jiaoniang, but was stopped by Qin Lang Jun.

  "You can't go now," said Qin Lang, "You've already provoked her, and if you go again, you'll surely be rebuffed. The Chen family can't afford to wait for your antics any longer. First, let's resolve the urgent matter at hand. No matter what, this is a family affair that should be discussed behind closed doors. If outsiders find out, it won't be good."

  This remark made Zhou Liulang and others sneer at him.

  "What's wrong with that? It's just a servant girl, what can she do? Besides, she's just a servant girl, how can anything go wrong?"

  Qin Lang shook his head.

  "I really don't know how she can, I only know that your Zhou family is already on the left page of this little book." He said, tapping his hand on the little book.

  The right scroll records kindness, the left scroll records grievances.

  "What have we done?" Zhou Langlang sneered, "Isn't it just about walking a little girl? What's the big deal, still so resentful, an enemy!"

  Qin Langjun looked at him.

  "A little bit of guidance and pruning, the arm that was relied on was suddenly taken away," he said, looking at the booklet in front of him. "If it were you, would you not hate the one who cut off your arm?"

  He said, stretching out his hand to grasp his cane and stroking it gently.

  The booklet records that the girl's sick body stumbled, from being unable to move, to being able to walk a few steps slowly, from being dazed and unconscious to gradually regaining consciousness, from being unable to speak or laugh, to forming sentences word by word, how difficult it was, can be clearly seen.

  To take medicine, to earn money, to speak, to walk, to avoid danger, with meticulous care and attention, step by step guidance, careful instruction.

  He thought of how Zhou Liulang had described seeing her talk eloquently in front of the Cheng family, but now he saw a woman who was awkward in speech and movement, called stupid by others.

  Are you kidding me?

  Qin Langjun smiled wryly.

  "What's she like?" he suddenly asked.

  "I don't remember, you'll know when you see her." Zhou Liulang said in a bad mood, "We've already listened to you, our family only let one person accompany Chen's people to invite, now she won't be able to humiliate our Zhou family's face again, right?"

  The image of that woman's face appears before my eyes, and the foolish expression that had flashed by earlier now seems like a mockery.

  At that time, he thought he was clever and took away that girl. In her eyes, wasn't he just like a fool?

  He involuntarily picked up a large cup of tea and took a big gulp to suppress his suffocating feeling.

  Qin Langjun watched him drink tea.

  "It was she who said this tea is unpalatable." He smiled slightly and said.

  Zhōu Líu āng choked on his tea.

  This tea can't be drunk anymore!

  The old man took over the tea brought by the young servant and drank it all in one gulp. The old servant handed him a handkerchief.

  The old man gently wiped his forehead and looked up at the Taoist temple in front of him.

  "Alright, it's time for a break." He said, looking at the young servant pouring tea again, and hastily stopped him, "Don't pour any more, save some to go with snacks."

  Three people entered the temple gate and went straight into the main hall. Although he didn't believe in Taoism, Lao Zhang also made an offering of incense money.

  The little boy happily led them to sit down in the side hall.

  "I got some fresh fish today and gave it to Half Cinnamon's wife." The old man said with a smile, while nodding at the young servant.

  The young servant handed over the bamboo basket.

  "There's also white rice," he said.

  "Is the good man going to have dinner with us?" asked the little boy with a smile.

  "You guys are really great at this." The old man laughed and said, "Getting up early in the morning to climb the mountain, sweating all over, and then going back home still feeling a bit unfulfilled. If you climb to the top of the mountain and then come here to bathe in the spiritual water, eat a bowl of vegetarian food, that's when you'll truly feel refreshed and invigorated."

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable." Sun Guan Zhu said with a hint of a smile as he walked over and paid his respects.

  The old man returned the courtesy.

  "With these words of kindness, our profound and mysterious observation also comes alive." Sun Guan's master smiled.

  Before long, a little boy came in, holding a stack of steamed buns.

  "Sister Half Cinnamon is steaming fish, let the kind-hearted person have some tea first," she said.

  The old man was delighted and asked a young servant to pour tea for everyone, while he himself picked up a piece of pastry.

  "Hmm, this time it's peaches." He said with a smile, pointing at the long-shaped dim sum in the plate.

  "Half-chin sister said that the peach meat at the foot of the mountain doesn't taste good, and the daughter-in-law doesn't like it, so she rolled down," said Little Tong.

  "As long as one is meticulous, all things can be beautiful." The old man looked at the peach twig in his hand and sighed, "The hardest thing in the world is to be meticulous."

  There are so many ways to say "honey"?

  "This starvation is indeed an illness too." The little boy whispered as he patted his senior sister's shoulder.

  The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, along with the fragrance of food.

  A simple dress shirt, ordinary in appearance, with a smiling face and twinkling eyes, the young girl walked in.

  When they saw this young girl, everyone in the house couldn't help but smile and welcome her with genuine joy.

  The little boy hastily took over the food box from her hand, and Sun Guanzhu stepped aside to make way.

  "It's been a long time, old master." The maid said with a bow.

  When he saw her coming, the old man stood up with a smile.

  "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," he said with a smile, "it's just that I've troubled you, young lady."

  The little servant stood by, unable to help but sniffle, thinking that his own old master rarely treated people with such kindness. Many noble and aristocratic officials and minor officials had shown respect and stood in attendance, but the old man had always been indifferent and unresponsive. He didn't expect him to rise to greet this insignificant little maid, it was truly a case of being blinded by desire!