Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 87

"Li Kan, give me the money." Zhao Jian said.

"Thank you, my lord, for the reward!" Ding Shitou's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately accepted the one or two silver bills that Li Kan had brought out.

"Red jujube egg custard is ready, I don't dare to say a word or two, son, please watch and reward." Ding Shitou opened the steamer and carefully took out the steamed egg custard with a rag.

"Well, it's okay to make breakfast. I'll give you a penny." Zhao Jian took two mouthfuls of the spoon and directly estimated the price.

Ding Shitou didn't dislike it either, and immediately took the hanging copper coin.But soon she felt like crying.

This master did it on purpose!

Except for the price of one tael she offered at the beginning, it was all one hang, twenty yuan, thirty yuan, and even thirteen yuan...and I only ate a few bites of each item, as if I was saving my stomach for her to come out with a new one. .

But seeing the heavy purse on her body, making it inconvenient to work, she couldn't help grinding her teeth.

"My lord, are you still full?"

He ate half of a plate of shredded apples as a snack, and half of a bowl of custard served with steamed buns after the steamed buns came out. He also ate a few chopsticks of fried meat with bamboo shoots.

I ate it again when the shepherd’s purse meatball soup came out, and I also ate one of the corn cobs that were boiled in the pot when the steamed buns were steamed...

Even if you don't eat breakfast, it's enough to eat these.

"You don't even need to check what time it is. You just had breakfast, and now you're going to have lunch."

Zhao Jian sat there indifferently, and answered her casually.

Ding Shitou almost fell down.Is this for two consecutive meals?A dignified son, why are you less particular than their waifs!

"Isn't it impossible to make it?" Zhao Jian chuckled and added, "I still expect you to cook every day."

"My lord, today I have tried my best, just these three axes, you see... I have tasted this new thing, haven't I..." I won't use it tomorrow.

But before Ding Shitou could finish speaking, Zhao Jian lazily said: "Even so, I won't make things difficult for you. Hurry up and fetch two buckets of water and send them to Grandpa's house."

"Huh?" Ding Shitou was dumbfounded. When he heard that water was brought to his room, the events of that day automatically appeared in his mind, and he was shocked.

"You have such a smell, I have endured so much. You can't afford the loss of my nose even if you have ten taels of silver." Zhao Jian said again.

--boom!

Ding Shitou's face suddenly turned red brighter than Xi Hongzhu, her eyes almost drooped, she hurried away from the table, and said angrily: "The little one, leave quickly, so you won't smoke your noble nose."

"Presumptuous" Han Yiqing glared at him fiercely and scolded.He was the fierce and glaring one of Zhao Jian's two servants.

"Young ones don't dare to be presumptuous. I know that I smell bad, so I better get out quickly."

While talking, Ding Shitou packed his pannier, saw that the pannier given to Zhao Jian yesterday was also in the corner of the kitchen, so he quickly took it and stacked it together.

"Little Shitou, you are taking Joe with my master. Don't forget your status as a close servant. My master will not hold you accountable for running away from the house. You should make up for your mistakes."

Ding Shitou's gnashing of teeth came from Zhao Jian's ears, knowing that he was angry with her, he felt helpless and quickly reminded her of her identity.

"My lord, I'm called Ding Shi, not Xiao Shitou. If you're a peasant or not a slave, it doesn't matter if you sue the government!" Ding Shitou was so angry that he fought loudly.

She thought about it carefully, no one asked her about Ye Mingzhu, maybe Zhao Jian didn't know that she stole it?

That's okay, just kill her and refuse to admit it. Anyway, you can't get the stolen goods, so who can do anything to her?

　Gao Leng blind young man has a real personality. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)