Settle Down In Tang Dynasty

"Husband, this is my servant."

It was Mo Zhu's voice.

Mr. Xue was in a bad mood. He wanted to curse, but when he thought about the other person's age, he could only bear with it: "It's pitch black. Why don't you sleep and come in?"

"This servant wants to be on guard duty, so I came in to see if my husband had stepped on the blanket, so he didn't catch cold." "Since my husband has recovered from his illness, I should be careful in taking care of him."

The voice sounded quite wronged. Mr. Xue... Mr. Xue had nothing to say and helplessly waved his hand. He had forgotten that the pitch black Mo Zhu would definitely not be able to see it: "I'm not a child. I don't need anyone to be on night duty, and I don't know how to step on blankets. Go back and sleep."

"Is my husband used to drinking water at night?"

"No!" "Hurry up and go back to sleep!"

"If you think of the night, there's a night bucket outside."

F * ck! You little loli, talking to a man about how you should be so calm at night! "I don't have the habit of waking up at night. Anyway, I don't need anyone to be on duty at night. My bedroom, don't come in at night, do you understand?"

"You really don't need to use it?"

"There's really no need!"

Mr. Xue was absolutely certain. He was still young, okay? The good kidneys and a good body, waking up at night was something only the elderly needed.

"So it's like this, my husband. Your servant and Lamei are next door. If you need anything, just say it."

Mo Zhu was still worried, so Mr. Xue chased him out. "Got it, get out, get out!"

Before he went out, Mo Zhu was still a bit worried. He warned Mr. Xue again, and Mr. Xue was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. Although the servants' service was very thoughtful, it was also a sad question whether the servants were used to it or not.

Mr. Xue didn't have any mood to reminisce anymore after being so scared by Mo Zhu. His thoughts scattered until the second morning and his head was still a little muddled. What he thought about at night and what he dreamed about, he had no impression of it. This could be counted as an additional gain, right?

In the morning, when Mr. Xue had just sat up and was still wearing his warm underwear, Mo Zhu's voice came from outside, "Husband, your servant is coming in."

Mr. Xue saw that he didn't have a place to go, so he replied: "Come in."

At least he knew to avoid direct confrontation and did not rush in.

If it was hot, then she could just rush in … The scene was too beautiful! It seemed that it was necessary to set a rule for Mo Zhu and Lamei. Mr. Xue didn't call for anyone in the morning, he didn't want to rush in by himself.

Normally, there was a difference between males and females. Even though Mo Zhu and Lamei were only servants, Mr. Xue still decided to be cautious and respectful. Putting everything else aside, he only said that this was someone else's house and this maid was also someone else's. If she was disrespectful to someone else, her reputation would still be affected. In this ancient era, where the public had to rely on word of mouth and media outlets, fame was quite important to both men and women.

Mo Zhu changed Mr. Xue into a new set of clothes and put on his hat. Lamei came in with a pair of black cloth shoes.

Only then did Mr. Xue realize that both Mo Zhu and Lamei's eyes were red and slightly swollen. He asked in surprise, "This was sewn by you two in the middle of the night?"

Mo Zhu said, "Even though the shoes that my husband is wearing are unique and comfortable, they are still different from those that ordinary people wear. The servants serve my husband, and the servants make the shoes and socks. "We don't have much work to do in the yard. Yesterday, Lamei took care of the soles of her shoes and glued them together. At night, we took turns on the night watch, each of us having half a sew. Husband will wear it for now, and we'll wait for the servants to make more pairs for him."

Mr. Xue: "..."

The feeling was quite complicated. Mr. Xue remembered it in his heart and reminded them, "Don't stay up all night to work on needlework. Be careful not to burn your eyes or it will not pay for the loss."

"Don't worry, my husband."

This morning, he was going to Princess's working meeting. It was Mr. Xue's first day at work. Before he left, Mo Zhu called the kitchen maid over and asked her how to cook the dishes.

Xiuniang was a small woman in her twenties. Her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were only linen. However, she was neat and tidy, and she looked energetic. However, she was older than her age.

Since they were used to cooking, Xiuniang understood immediately after Mr. Xue said it again. There were not many vegetables that they wanted to eat, but a lot of dried vegetables and radishes.

Mr. Xue asked, "Can you send some leek or bean sprouts? It's fine if you fry it or make it cold. "

Xiuniang replied carefully and respectfully, "Reporting to my husband, no one in the mansion uses bean sprouts. If my husband wants to eat, he can go outside and ask. As for leek, may I ask my husband, what kind of vegetables are they?"

Is sprouting bean sprouts also considered a technique? No one was there.

Mr. Xue had a very good sister. In order to increase the family's income, Xue Qing went through a lot of trouble during the holidays. The problem was that she was pretty good at it, and every holiday, she would sell some vegetables like bean sprouts and leek to the district. If she couldn't earn a large sum of money, the siblings' living expenses could still be partially solved.

Later on, he had a girlfriend who liked DIY more. Two girls who could mess around with each other, not just one plus one equals two, that was heaven's work.

What bean sprouts, leek is a child, the two of them have done tofu together, stirred the powder, in Taobao have sold all kinds of hand DIY things, such as handmade soap and so on. Other people's balconies like to grow flowers and plants. Their balconies are full of vegetables.

As the only man in the family, Mr. Xue had helped a lot when the two girls were busy. He could basically create all the things they did.

Thinking of Xue Qing and his girlfriend, Mr. Xue's good mood became a little lonely. He waved his hand: "If you don't know how to cook, then forget it. I'll just buy some bean sprouts and cook them for me. "Ink Bamboo, get Wan Fu to go to the butler in a bit and get some mung beans, soybeans, and leek seeds."

"Here."

Xiuniang sent her off to the kitchen to pick up the dishes dispiritedly. In Mr. Xue's small kitchen, the big kitchen was responsible for the purchase of ingredients. If there was anything you wanted to eat, you could usually get it just by informing them. Mr. Xue just wanted to eat some vegetables, but the conditions were limited, so he could only use his bean sprout to eat.

After explaining everything, Mo Zhu brought over a rattan book case. This was for Changjian, who was personal, attendant, and the bookkeeper. Inside this case, he had to pack the things that Mr. Xue was used to. Mo Zhu didn't know what Mr. Xue liked to use, so he could only go back and forth between Mr. Xue and ask him for instructions so that he could clean up.

Mr. Xue waved his hand and bluntly told Mo Zhu to move aside. He went to get what he needed and put the things that he usually used into the bookcase. Lamei helped to carry it out and when he stepped out of the inner courtyard, Changjian was already waiting there.

Mr. Xue was going to the meeting room to take the first day of official work.