Jinghong Building

Chapter 247 Fried river shrimp with leeks

He Ran smiled and nodded, looking at Nie Chen, like a fox watching a plump and quiet chicken.

"But who should I send to recruit you? Does Mr. Nie have a suitable candidate?"

Nie Chen clasped his fists with his hands: "Boss, Nie Chen is willing to go."

He Ran's eyes lit up: "Mr. Nie is righteous!"

Things were decided happily like this.

He Ran sent He Jiangqi to **** him, just like when he invited Nie Chen from Xiaoshan, he was still the same group of people.

After Nie Chen left, He Ran sent Zhang Jiahui and Xiaoli to visit Nie's mother and Nie Lian.

The Nie family’s house was given by He Ran. The house that he had been in Sanjin before belonged to King Jin and was one of the many properties that King Jin had in Jinyang.

Zhang Jiahui and Xiaoli brought He Ran’s greetings and gifts.

He Ran’s gift is very down-to-earth, a basket of river shrimps and a bundle of leeks.

The river shrimps are fresh shrimps caught this morning, while the leeks were grown in flowerpots by the maids in the administrative office.

When Nie's mother saw these things, she suddenly calmed down and felt unprecedented peace of mind.

In this foreign land, they were just a little confused.

If she gave her jewelry, jade, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, she would become even more anxious. She didn't know what you had, nor did she know what you and her family would do to be worthy of this gift.

However, what He Ran sent was the most common river shrimp and leeks, which were ordinary but friendly, just like a polite exchange between neighbors.

Today you gave my house a basket of vegetables you grow, and tomorrow I will give you a few salted duck eggs that you pickle from yourself.

He Ran sent river shrimps and leeks. Can you doubt her plan?

At this moment, when Nie's mother saw these gifts, she only thought about fried river shrimp with leeks.

Before leaving, Zhang Jiahui and Xiaoli said to Nie Lian: "Miss Nie Er, the boss said that if you are tired of staying at home, you can walk around or find a job."

Nie Lian was stunned: "Work? What is that?"

Xiaoli smiled and said, "It's just to find something to do. For example, like Jiahui and me, we have jobs, as well as embroiderers in the embroidery workshop, shopkeepers and men in the shop, and this is also a job."

Nie Lian understood, but was confused again: "But I can't do all of these."

Xiaoli hurriedly said, "No hurry. Nie Er Madam will take care of her health first, and think about what she can do and what she wants to do. If one day Nie Er Madam wants to go out to work, come to me or Jiahui." .”

After Zhang Jiahui and Xiaoli left, Nie's mother went to the kitchen. Today she was going to cook herself and make a fried river shrimp with leeks.

Nie Lian returned to the house and sat on the kang. After a while, she went to the kitchen and used a toothpick to pick shrimp threads for the slightly larger river shrimp.

Seeing that she looked absent-minded, Nie's mother sighed in her heart.

Once upon a time, her daughter was as healthy, lively, cheerful and generous as the two girls who came today.

It has only been more than ten years since her daughter, who is as beautiful as a cemetery, has become her withered and haggard appearance now.

Thinking of the suffering his daughter suffered, Nie's mother wanted to whip the dead son-in-law's body.

Nie's mother also heard what Xiaoli said just now.

A family like their Nie family would not have gone out to show up in public. But thinking of the two girls he just met, Nie's mother suddenly changed her mind.

Isn’t the reason why they followed their son to Jinyang thousands of miles away because they wanted to change the environment and let their daughter live again?

But if you let your daughter be locked in the house and be deeply troubled and unable to extricate yourself, then what is the difference between staying in Xiaoshan?

What is the meaning of running around all the difficulties and dangers?

If my daughter goes out and find something to do, let her meet new friends and get busy, wouldn’t it be better for her?

Thinking of the confident smiles on Zhang Jiahui and Xiaoli's faces, Nie's mother made up her mind.

This is what her daughter should be like, and this is what her daughter should be like!

"Lian Niang, do you still remember your Uncle Ji Cong?"

Nie Lian didn't know why her mother mentioned Uncle Ji Cong, and she nodded blankly: "Remember."

"You Ji Cong Shuwen is not successful in martial arts, and you are still stuttering when you speak. Not to mention being an aide, he can't even explain clearly when he goes out to buy things." Nie's mother said.

Nie Lian laughed and said, "But didn't Uncle Ji Cong work in the yamen all the time?"

Seeing that Nie's mother was about to talk about the point, she smiled and said, "That's because he wrote a good handwriting! His words are all counted in our Nie family. His errands are based on this handwriting. Come."

Seeing that Nie Lian seemed to be interested, Nie's mother continued, "Lian Nie, you write well, too. When your father was alive, he always said that your handwriting was better than your elder brother, and your elder brother himself admitted it. ,do you remember?"

Nie Lian's face turned red, and there seemed to be a light in her eyes: "That's the eldest brother's modestness."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Nie's mother said, "I won't mention whether he is humble or not. Your writing is very true.

Lian Niang, why not learn from Uncle Ji Cong and go to the yamen to do an errand. Look at the two girls who just arrived, they are all working in the yamen.

Or, you can try it too? ”

Nie Lian quickly shook his head: "How can I do it? Besides, I haven't practiced calligraphy for many years and have long been unfamiliar."

Since giving birth to a child, she has been doing housework for many years, and she has no time and thought to practice calligraphy.

"You just lack practice, not that you can't write. You start practicing now. When you are satisfied, you will go to those two girls to help find an errand. No, job, that's called job." Nie's mother said.

Nie Lian was stunned. She didn't dare to think about work, but she practiced her words.

She likes to write, which was her hobby when she was a girl. It was not only to pass the time, but to really like it.

That night, the mother and daughter ate fried river shrimp with leeks. Nie's mother walked to Nie Chen's study and moved Nie Chen's pen, ink, paper and ink, mercilessly to Nie Lian's room.

"Brother will be angry when he comes back." Nie Lian said in a low voice.

Nie's mother was sad again. How could her daughter be so cautious before? This is all caused by being beaten up in my in-laws' house.

"You forgot that when you were a child, you ran to your elder brother's study to make trouble? He got a knife to clear his heart, but you snatched it away. He was so angry that he stomped his feet, but he couldn't bear to scold you."

While nagging, Nie's mother grind ink for her daughter with her own hands. When she saw her daughter pick up the pen and write the first word on the paper, Nie's mother smiled and burst into tears.

“Written well, very well!”

When writing, straighten your spine. Nie Lian was still cowardly, but her back gradually became straighter and became straighter.

She has nothing, but she still has relatives who love and support her.

She can't do anything, but she can still write.

In this era, she was better than most people when she could write, not to mention that she could write well.