Walking into the Red Mansion starts from the maid

Chapter 5 Zhang San Li Si
"You have just entered the mansion and you are young, so I will explain the rules of this mansion to you in detail, and if you encounter something you don't understand, just ask me!"

After eating, Zhao Liu and his group of new girls stood in the corridor listening to the training, and the lady above chatted on and on for about ten minutes. To sum it up, it would be:

Once you enter the mansion, you have to work hard. The master's order is more important than the sky, but since they won't be able to serve the master for a while, let's not say anything about it.

The most important thing is to be obedient.

"What should be seen should not be seen, and what should be said should not be said. You need to have a steelyard in your heart. Don't make mistakes to make the master unhappy. You can still turn around once or twice. If you commit repeated crimes one after another, you have to sell the wrong place and get out of Rongguo Mansion. But such a good life will not be passed!"

The four little girls nodded and said yes, the first lesson of being a maid was to be beaten.

With the contact of attending classes together, the four little girls quickly became familiar with each other.

A few little bean dings didn't dare to wander around, and they all went back to the dormitory to stay.

After eating a full meal, the children became more active, and they were able to exchange a few words with each other.

It's just that it's not good. Hey hey.

"My name is Wang Qi. I am the seventh in my family. I was born in September. I am seven years old this year. How about you?"

Someone took the lead and introduced himself.

Both said they were six years old, one was in March and the other was in May.Zhao Liu was listening, and picked his ears unconsciously, what a presumptuous name, the one born in March is called Zhang San, and the one born in May is called Li Si.

For a while, Zhao Liu didn't think his name was ugly anymore, isn't he better than Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Mazi?
She is the youngest and newcomer, and today she has seen how precocious the ancients are, and she dare not rashly make friends with anyone.

So she pinched the corner of her skirt and said timidly, "My name is Zhao Liu. I'm six years old and I was born in June. I'm five years old this year."

In the afternoon, someone took them to the storeroom to get their dresses, quilts and name badges, and there were also a pair of exquisitely crafted copper butterfly clips inside the dresses.

Before the master gave them names, they still called them by their own names. The waist tag was a palm-sized piece of bamboo. I don’t know what the ancients used to polish it. It was smoother than the seven little old men.

Zhao Liu saw that the butterfly clips were novel. When she was young, she had little hair and never couldn't hold the clips.

Dressed as Zhao Liu now, although his hair is dry and dry, his hair is barely enough to be tied into two maid buns. The butterfly clip is pinned to his hair. As the person moves, the spring tentacles on the butterfly sway, looking lifelike.

A group of people returned to the dormitory, put down the mattress and clothes, and went to listen to the training again.He was trained until the sun set to the west before returning to the dormitory again.

A thick cotton mattress was placed under his body, and Zhao Liu sat on the bed with a pillow core filled with rice husks, which could be rolled into various heights according to the shape of his head, and there was a faint fragrance when he slept at night.

There is a screen made of a cabinet on the head of the bed. This screen with storage function separates the two beds. One side of the bed is against the wall. If a curtain is hung on one side, an independent small space is formed.

It's a pity that no curtains are allowed.

But this is also many times better than sleeping in the Datong shop at Zhao's house.

She didn't miss the Zhao family, since she passed through, she never had two full meals, but she entered Rongguo Mansion, and she ate two full meals on the first day.

It was a good day, Zhao Liu had the sweetest and most comfortable night's sleep since time travel, there was no hunger or cold in his dream, and he seemed to have returned to modern times in a trance.

Just as she was still reminiscing about sharing the durian cake with her friends, she heard someone pushing her, "Sister Zhao Liu, it's time to be on duty."

Top value?
Oh oh, great value.

When he heard that he still had [-] Wen a month from next month, Zhao Liu's figure of washing cabbage became more sincere and diligent.

Two hundred Wen, she asked the buyer in the kitchen, enough to buy ten catties of pork!Although it would only cost about two hundred yuan in RMB, it can be earned purely.

What's more, there will be price increases in the future. I heard that the sweeping maid in the yard still has half a penny a month.

For a while, Zhao Liu felt that the future was bright.

What happened to a few hundred dollars?When she was in school, she even handed out leaflets for 30 yuan a day, and there was nothing left after deducting the back and forth travel expenses and water money.

"Hurry up, wash away these mustard greens, the sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup that Miss Yuanyang ordered, there is no delay."

The cook took out a handful of side dishes from behind the chopping board, handed them to Zhao Liu who was washing cabbage by the well, and told her to wash this first.

Zhao Liu kept moving his hands, and carefully cleaned the mustard stalk, fearing that there would be mud, sand and dirt in it, after washing, he took a small plate and brought it to the cook.

With a small body about the height of the stove, she stood aside and took a deep breath, boasting that the cook seemed to be cooking a full banquet.

The cook laughed so hard that all her branches trembled, and said that every family of your child knows what Man Han Quan Banquet?She won't be a full banquet.He turned around and checked the mustard stalks again, and then smiled and praised her for her neat and careful work, and she was a good boy.

The compliment made Zhao Liu a little shy, but she just wanted to take another sip because the soup was so fragrant.Hearing what people said, he quickly moved out of the kitchen and continued to wash cabbage.

She doesn't know how to make sour bamboo shoot and chicken skin soup, but she knows who the mandarin duck girl is!

The first-class servant girl next to the old matriarch Shi in the Rongguo Mansion must be capable and decent, and she is also in charge of the old matriarch's private treasury. Being able to stand out from the hundreds of characters in the Red House is enough to show the ability of this mandarin duck girl.

It's a pity that she only knows the name, she doesn't even know the temperament and temper of this mandarin duck girl.

If she had known about this incident, she would have read the Red Chamber thoroughly!Not to mention back-to-back fluent, it's almost the same.

After three days of washing dishes in the kitchen, watching the stove for a day, and learning how to steam eggs with sugar, Zhao Liu was sent to the garden to learn how to sprinkle and sweep.

It's really a sweep, looking at the broom that is much taller than her, she is a little dazed.

"Oh, such a small amount of Douding, why was it sent to sweep?"

The woman in charge of the yard asked loudly, very dissatisfied, if others saw it, wouldn't it be said that she deliberately oppressed the younger generation?
"I'm sorry, lady, I... this servant is new to the mansion. The steward said that we will take turns in various places. This is the first time this servant is here with you today." The man had to bow his head under the eaves.

Rong Guogong's mansion is the first-class wealthy in the red building. Even if the family has been going downhill, it has fallen in glory. She is a poor maid who sells her body. There is no better place to go than this.

In order to keep his job, Zhao Liu was more cautious and kept his words to a minimum. He only concentrated on his own work, and only said a few words when people really asked her, seeing that he couldn't avoid it.

How wrong it is to say, thinking that the maids and women at the bottom of the class she came into contact with, all of them have [-] twisted hearts, and they are orderly and organic in speaking and doing things, she dare not rush to find it uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)