Chapter 229

"Good."

Xia Xi should be next, go to take out a purse, but when the hand touches the position of the purse, changed facial expression, "my purse?"

The steward looked at the place where she put her hand. It was empty and nothing.

Xia Xi suddenly stood up, raised her skirt and trotted to the outside of the dyeing workshop.

The steward hurriedly followed. After Xia Xi got on the carriage, she turned the inside upside down and couldn't find her purse. She sat on the carriage with a pale face and murmured, "how could it be gone? How could it be gone?"

The manager couldn't bear it and went forward to persuade him, "madam, if you lose your purse..."

Xia Xi is about to cry out, "I have twenty thousand taels of silver in me, which I prepared when I came here."

It's a pity for the steward. It was a big business, but now it's going to be ruined. He shakes his head and wants to persuade him again

Xia Xi took a package in the car, shaking hands, took out a purse from the inside, tightly clenched in his hand, "fortunately, fortunately, I didn't put it together."

The steward was also relieved, as long as there was silver.

Xia Xi took her purse and got out of the carriage. Then the steward went back to the dyeing workshop and took out all the silver bills in her purse, totaling 5000 Liang. "I only have so many. You can see if it's OK. I'll order 20000 pieces of cloth. You can dye them for me on schedule. When I come to pull cloth this time, I'll make up the rest for you."

"This..."

It's the rule that the steward hesitates and pays a deposit to Naboo.

With so little deposit and so much cloth, their dyeing workshop has never set such a precedent, but this lady's situation is special

"I can't do such a big thing. I'm going to ask my boss for instructions. Wait a moment, madam."

"OK, I'll wait."

The steward asked someone to prepare tea for Xia Xi. He hurried out of the door and went to Zhang's house.

He's in charge of the workshop. He doesn't have to report to the doorman. He's allowed in directly.

After walking through the corridor and turning two corners, you can see that you arrive at Master Zhang's yard. Then you see four servants carrying a sedan chair, with five or six beautiful servant girls beside them.

The steward stopped and stood down.

The owner is over fifty years old, with only five daughters and no sons.

For so many years, I've taken concubines from room to room and eagerly looked forward to a son, but it never happened.

Five years ago, a woman suddenly came to the door and said that her son belonged to her master.

This time, the master is crazy. During the Spring Festival, these servants paid a lot more money.

It's just that I heard that the young master didn't know who he had offended. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't get down to the ground and walk around. His entrance and exit depended on the sedan chair.

When the sedan chair passed, the steward went to master Zhang's courtyard.

With money in his family, Master Zhang is well maintained. Recently, he picked up a son in vain. He looks happy all over, and he becomes more energetic.

After listening to the manager, he didn't take it seriously. "You mean she only has five thousand taels of silver."

The manager replied respectfully, "yes, but she said that when laqing'er's body slowly calmed down, she lay down in Xia Xi's arms and didn't move.

Xia Xi just hugged her and went back to the fast food restaurant.

The carriage stops, and Qing'er's body is a stirring spirit.

Xia Xi whispered in her ear, "we're here. It's time to get off."

Qing'er slowly raises her head, her eyes are full of fear, and her hands tightly grasp Xia Xi, "I, I..."

"Don't be afraid, there's a big sister. Go down."

Then Xia Xi moved her body.

Qinger suddenly grabbed her, "elder sister, I, I want to go home."

She's wrong. She shouldn't go out. Those people will point at her. She can't stand it.

"No way!"

Xia Xi refused simply, "elder sister is really busy, you want to stay here to help elder sister."

"But, but..."

Qing'er is flustered.

"No, but..."

Xia Xi arrived at the side of the car, opened the car curtain, went down first, and then stretched out her hand to Qing'er, "come down."

Qing'er hesitated.

Zhang Ye is at the door, see Xia Xi so, in the heart strange, stride over, "what's the matter?" Fine son hears his voice, again think of in that day of affair, the body shrinks back, went most inside.

"Here comes Qing'er. After riding all the way in the carriage, her legs are numb."

Mr. Zhang turned and went to the shop. He took a stool and put it beside the carriage. "You can step on this one."

Xia Xi probes in, "Qing'er, do you hear me? Master Zhang has brought you a stool. Don't you hurry down and thank him."

Qing'er didn't speak.

Mr. Zhang was surprised that Qing'er was not like this in the past. What happened today.

"Thank you, thank you... Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang."

After a while, Qing'er's timid voice came out of the carriage.