A piece of paper

Chapter 7
There are people coming and going in Yiyuan in the past few days. First, four escorts came to clean up and transport Chen Fu's usual clothes, entertainment and decorations in Yiyuan, and then two maids in red and green came to He Xiaoniang The room was cleaned with the door closed for most of the day. After five large camphor wood boxes were shipped out, the door and windows were tightly closed, and the seals were pasted with paste.

It's so safe, it's really undisguised.
Xian Jin was slightly speechless.

With the ending of the fierce concubine He Ainiang, Yiyuan finally gradually calmed down.

Mrs. Zhang, who was overwhelmed by Xianjin's force value, secretly told her that the four maids who were originally assigned had an extremely keen sense of occupation, and they found out one after another on the eve of He Ainiang's death. People will take care of you", "the sow at home has a calf, and I have to serve the pig mother in confinement" and other unimaginable excuses, pack up and pack up and go home, looking forward to the next encounter between master and servant.

Everything else is understandable.

Sows giving birth, this is really unbearable.

Can you use dim sum for an excuse?
Can people feel a little perfunctory respect?
All in all, these days, He Xianjin's back pain has been relieved after two days of raising it, and there is no one to take care of him. He has to fetch water, burn the stove, wash clothes, and clean the yard by himself every day. It's a pleasure.

Fortunately, Chen Fu didn't read. He even packed away the walnuts he had been panning for half a month, but he kept all the thirty or so books.

It's all cheap and gold.

The original owner is literate.

Two sour poems are often embroidered on the original owner's handkerchief.

Most of them are self-pity and self-pity.

The level of poetry is not flattering. Xian Jin judged that the original owner was also a man of culture who could read and write by relying on such slobbering poems as "I pity myself like nothing, and blow willows out of thin air, thousands of people hate me". level.

A little literary dream, but not much.

A little bit of hypocrisy, but a lot.

When you stretch out your clothes and open your mouth when you have food, your life is worthless.

What do you think of the eldest sister who went back to serve the pig mother for confinement?
Since the original owner could read and write, Xian Jin could flip through the books without any concealment, and he had a picture in his mind of the Great Wei Dynasty that popped out from the cracks in the rocks.

This is indeed a miraculous dynasty - it combines the characteristics of the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, Cheng Zhu Neo-Confucianism has not yet become the mainstream, Confucianism, Taoism, Neo-Confucianism, and Xinxue are vying for the right to speak, civil and military development is balanced, the agricultural and commercial environment is good, there are Tatars in the north and Tatars in the west. There are red Sawati, and there are Japanese slaves in the south. Although the status of women is not high, it is not so low that people will gouge out their faces to observe chastity, nor is it so low that they have to wrap three-inch golden lotuses. deformed situation.

In general, Xian Jin thinks this is another Song Dynasty.

Whether it is the development of history and culture, or the food and clothing of the people, they are more inclined to the Northern Song Dynasty, which was not caught in war.

This is a good thing.

Peaceful times are better than wars and devastation.

At least try to live like a human being.

The quieter Xianjin is, the less traces will be left in Yiyuan's life.

The result of leaving no trace is that life is getting more and more difficult.

First of all, it is reflected in eating——

The three meals a day are becoming more and more sloppy. Originally, an egg in the morning, a bowl of porridge, a few side dishes and two vegetarian vegetable buns are about the level of an ordinary train station breakfast stall.

The breakfast of these few days, half a steamed bun, a bowl of rice soup, and occasionally a few green beans as a side dish, instantly dropped to the point of prison-prison service-sentence.

Then it gradually developed to a meal, and the kitchen only provided a plate of boiled vegetables and a small bowl of unhulled rice.

Xian Jin lifted the lid to look in the steaming kitchen.

Look at the dishes, look up at the chef who put the rice, and then look at the dishes.

The master chuckled, "Sister Jin, keep your filial piety! How can you keep your filial piety if you eat delicious food?" Pointing to the ground, "Your mother will watch it!"

Look, see the sores on the soles of your feet, and the pus on the top of your head.

Xian Jin didn't speak, he picked up the food box and walked out.

One or two meals is okay, and it has been like this for five consecutive days, even the types of vegetables have not changed.

It's hard for people.

Hungry in the middle of the night, Xian Jin turned over and sat up. He leaned over and took out a long and narrow wooden box from the bed board. When he opened it, there were three stacked hundred taels of silver bills, two heavy golden hairpins and three thick gold rings.

This is what He Ai Niang left for Xian Jin to save his life.

Apparently, He Ai Niang did not consider the practicality of the circulation of the large denomination banknotes and golden hairpins in the backyard of the deep house.
At least, Xian Jin didn't dare to exchange 100 taels for three plain buns.

She dared to take it, and the next second, the third wife dared to come and raid her home.

Xian Jin covered the wooden box, sighed and hid it on the bed board again.

Wait a little longer, bear with it a little longer.

"Knock Knock-"

Light hands and feet outside the window lattice.

Xian Jin knelt on the bed and pushed open the wooden window.

A food box was pushed in.

"Hurry up and eat!"

Mrs. Zhang's face appeared in the moonlight, seeing Xian Jin's eyes blank, she hurriedly urged, "Eat quickly! The third master asked me to give it to you!"

Xian Jin opened the food box, and inside was a bowl of egg custard, a plate of tofu with soy sauce and green onion, and a bowl of white rice, all of which were still steaming.

"The third master was tied up in the stable by the old lady, and he was beaten fifty times with a board. He had a high fever for three days, and his skin was bruised and frightened to death!"

Mrs. Zhang looked around, took out a purse from her sleeve and put it on the window sill, "The money I brought for you, the third master's money is all managed by the old lady, I took out a sleeve pocket and that's all."

"Tomorrow the third master will be sent to Jing County, and the family doesn't know what the situation is. He taught you not to disagree with the third wife, bear with it, and when he returns from his career, he will find you a good home."

Mrs. Zhang is uneducated, so she took a lot of effort to write down so many polite words.

Xian Jin was still a little dazed.

She has always felt that Chen Fu is purely an unreliable rebellious and childish love brain. His skills are all focused on "how to quickly and absurdly piss off his mother to death", the brainless second generation of private enterprises
Xian Jin gripped the purse tightly, and then slowly let go.

Mrs. Zhang hesitated for a while, then gritted her teeth and poured out all the rumors she had heard halfway through today, "The third wife abused you like this, just to make you suffer from filial piety. She found a marriage for you. The accountant of the East Sangpi Workshop, the wife who died last month, holds the account of the Sangpi Workshop, she always wanted that workshop, and wanted to win over the accountant with you."

And completely break Chen Silang's heart!

"I'm still keeping my filial piety." Xian Jin hesitated, "Is it because I have to keep my filial piety for three years and not allow marriage?"

Mrs. Zhang said "Hey", "You silly girl! That's what officials and scholars do when you stay for three years! Go to the countryside and see, who dares to stay for three years?! Three years without getting married or having children? Who works in the family and who goes to the field?!"

Yes, rural population is productivity.

Marriage is not allowed for three years, that is, there may be no childbirth in four or five years. This is a big deal.

The Chen family is just a businessman, and they don't follow the rules.

Xian Jin squinted his eyes, "The old lady sent the third master back to Jing County, did you say when he will be recruited back?"

Mrs. Zhang slapped her thigh, "If you say that the income of the workshop in Jing County can surpass that of the mulberry workshop in the east of the city, let the third master come back!"

Oh, it's time to compare KPIs.

"How much does the mulberry workshop earn?"

"This." This is confidential, Mrs. Zhang doesn't know, but women's focus will never be the same, "It should be very good! The woman who is in charge of the mulberry workshop, Jiang, never blinks when shopping!"

"What is the income of the workshop in Jing County?"

"The mother-in-law of Manager Zhao of the Jing County Workshop is still wearing the patched clothes from three years ago!"

He Xianjin:
It's over, this love brain may never come back for a lifetime.

(End of this chapter)