Wei Shu

Chapter 111 Lian'er
Huazhen has always loved beauty, and all delicate and ingenious things, so there is a delicate beauty inside and outside Baihuayuan.But the eldest lady doesn't like these things by nature.In her eyes, the delicacy that was done with exhausting manpower is not as pleasing to the eye as a piece of silver ingot.And everything in this world was simply divided into two types by her:
Valuable, worthless.

Rather than being useless decorations and receiving a few meaningless compliments, it is better to sell the beautiful flowers and trees for money.And if it can't be exchanged for money, it's not worth spending manpower and material resources to take care of it, and let it fend for itself.

Naturally, there must be some ostentation, and the face of the Nadan family cannot be completely ignored, but there is no need to lose other things for the sake of face, such as money.

The Jill family, who were born as merchants in the grasslands, are actually rich enough. When the eldest lady married into Nadan's family, the dowry was also very generous. There were hundreds of cattle and sheep alone, which was more expensive than the average head family. need more.

However, Mrs. Jiller's spending seems to be far less than her income, and she has such a large amount of money, but it seems that it is always not enough to spend.

No one knows what she did with the money.

People only know that the eldest lady's money is very tight, and when she was in Nadanben's house, she would often sigh for money. Sometimes, the eldest lady even had to scrape together some money for seasonal dresses. Only then can we buy a few sets again.

Although she hasn't arrived yet, her cronies have arrived ahead of schedule, and they have also brought the eldest lady's likes and dislikes.In the past few days, the stewards ordered the servants in the mansion to repair all the inside and outside of the garden, so as to keep only those that can be sold, and leave the rest alone, or simply pull them out.

The garden of the Shuai Mansion is already huge, after all this tossing, the servants and servants in the courtyard were exhausted, their legs were shaking when they walked.Fortunately, those big rose flower curtains and big tea flower curtains can still be exchanged for two yuan, so the stewards didn't order someone to dismantle them, otherwise I don't know what kind of trouble will be caused.

Apart from money, the eldest lady is not too picky about others, as long as she is clean and tidy, with less restraint.

The bamboo fence outside the flower garden would not be in her eyes, so the steward ordered someone to remove it early in the morning, and the narrow road in front of Lian Er was also cleaned by the steward.

Today, she and the other two maidservants have to pull out every weed in the cracks between the bricks, and then scrub every piece of bluestone until it is shiny, so that they can receive food that is not enough to fill their stomachs-two pieces of grass Seed Cake.

This is a kind of food made from shriveled grass seeds, husks and bran that have been removed from the grains. The sand and grass roots in it are always difficult to remove. When chewing, the teeth are cut, and when swallowing, the throat is cut.

However, even these two pancakes, which are worse than dog food, are not easy to come by. If the errands are not done well enough, or the person in charge is not very kind, the meals will be halved, or even none at all.

He would not die after starving for a meal or two, Mu Naheitai was the most patient, even if he starved for a few days, he could still work.Taking a step back, even if he really starved to death, the corpse was dried in the hanging furnace of the farm, and then finely ground into human bone meal with a stone mill, which is also suitable for fertilizing the fields.

This year's rainy season has been longer, and the few hectares of fields on the village have been soaked in water, and all the fertilizers in front of them have been washed away. Fortunately, the seeds have not been planted at that time, so the loss is not great.

Now that the weather is warm and the sun is shining, it is a good time for spring sowing.Sprinkle the wheat seeds, and then use Mu Na Hei Tai's bone meal to fertilize the field. This season's grain harvest will not be bad, and there will be enough for the people and horses in the suburban village for a year.

The noon sun splashed through the shadows of the trees, and when it fell on the upper body, it was already a bit hot.Lian'er buried her head in scrubbing the stone slab, a drop of crystal clear water suddenly fell, and she didn't know where it came from.She wiped her face indiscriminately, then turned to wash the cloth towel in the big wooden bucket beside her.

More than half of the water in the bucket had gone, and she was almost buried in the bucket to submerge the cloth towel into the shallow layer of water.

After days of hard work, several layers of skin were worn out on her hands, and when she got wet, she felt excruciatingly painful.But Lian'er didn't seem to feel the pain, Guan Zi rubbed and twisted the big cloth towel, blood oozes from the torn flesh, and the water became a bit cloudy, but the dishcloth was finally washed clean up.

She wrung out the cloth towel, turned around and knelt forward a few steps, scrubbing the other stone slab.

In the back garden, the traces of Huazhen have gradually disappeared.

But in just over ten days, everything in the past has faded away, presumably in a few more days, even her lowly Song slave will be gone.

A few drops of water hit the rocks and broke into several petals, scattered in the wet stains, and they were nowhere to be found.

Lian'er raised her hand and wiped her face a few times indiscriminately, the back of her hand was wet, she didn't know whether it was sweat or water, and the broken skin was burning with pain.

After Huazhen's death, these servants of Baihuayuan were first imprisoned for a while, and after a few days of torture, many of them died. There are several places that have not scabbed yet, and pus oozes from time to time.

When Da Furen's stewards arrived at the commander's mansion, those of them who hadn't died were pulled out to do some rough work. They were busy from dawn to dusk every day, and slept in the woodshed or livestock pen at night.

The weather is already quite warm, even sleeping on the ground is not unbearable, and Lian Er and Song Nu's daily life is no better than this, most of them survived.

On the contrary, those gold slaves are used to stepping on Song Nu's head. How have they ever suffered such hardships?But now it has fallen to the end, a few Huazhen's personal maids couldn't stand it, and died of illness.

In those few days, the back house of Zuo Shuai's mansion was as quiet as a deserted tomb, no crying could be heard, only the wind whimpered and shuttled in the courtyard.

Most of those gold slaves had family members, and the matter of rubbing bones and ashes would not be the responsibility of the higher-level gold clan, and their corpses would naturally be collected.

However, so what?
Even though the Jin clan was a few ranks higher, there were still distinctions between high and low. When a slave died, it was a great gift to get a paper-thin coffin.If it happened that the steward was too busy, or the filial piety of the family was not enough, it was just wrapped in a broken straw mat and carried out, and in the end, he still inevitably became the food of the wild dog.

Lian'er lowered her head, her pale and blue face had two deeply sunken eyes, like a skeleton.

She probably won't survive either.she knows.

This huge courtyard is full of lush flowers and plants, there are ponds, terraces, and endless verandahs, but there is no place where she can take a breather.

But in fact, is it not just this garden?Baishuang City is much bigger than this place, but even in such a big city, there is still no place where she can live well.

(End of this chapter)