wear it lord god

Chapter 2428 Waste Princess 16

not enough?

The cook and the steward looked at each other. The steward reacted the fastest and immediately took out a purse from his sleeve and placed it on the table respectfully: "This is just a small gift, not a token of respect. I hope the princess will not despise it."

Xining glanced at Chun'er beside him. Chun'er understood and picked up the purse to weigh it. There was a clanging sound of coins and silver coins inside.

The weight is okay, Chun'er nodded.

Xining finally gave a good look: "Then let's forget about what happened before."

Then he turned to the cook: "What about you? What's your sincerity?"

The cook had no choice but to take out her own purse, which was obviously much thinner. Seeing Chun'er using her purse to pad her wallet, she looked down on him. So she hardened her heart, took off the silver bracelet on her wrist, and placed her hands on the table.

Now Chun'er was satisfied, and Xining also felt more comfortable.

Xining stretched out her voice, like a villainous heroine who would not let anyone off the hook: "Forget it this time, but it won't be that easy next time, got it?"

The two men retreated timidly, with sweat on their foreheads.

Chun Er happily held up two money bags and a silver bracelet and said, "Princess, this bracelet is not small, it weighs at least two taels."

Xining waved her hand and took the item to look at it. There were about fifty coins in the purse, plus one or two taels of silver. She gave all of them to Chun'er and said, "This is a reward for you. This bracelet is too rough and not suitable for you to wear. Find someone to melt it and make two new ones."

Chun Er was stunned at first, but then she knelt down to thank him with great joy. She happily poured all the money from the two purses into her own purse, and put it in her own small cabinet along with the bracelet. At night, she would take it out to touch and count the money before going to bed, looking like a little money-grubber.

She was allowed to be like this. Chun'er was a loyal and protective woman. In the previous plot, she survived for a while by relying on her monthly salary to buy food and charcoal. In fact, when her master died, she, as a slave who sold her body, would usually change her master. This was in the palace. No matter how bad it was, at least she could have enough food and didn't have to pay for the support of her master.

The more Chun'er is obsessed with money, the more she shows how good she was to her master in the past. It seems that she will have to reward him more in the future.

Another day began. After the queen mother dressed neatly, she knelt in front of the low table and looked at the steaming soup in the small round pot. "It smells so good."

"Oil residue and shredded egg soup, grandma, try it." After Xining introduced it, the maids next to him began to serve the soup, one spoonful per person.

The pork at this time has a very strong smell. Sow meat is slightly better, but the meat is coarse, so use the meat of young sows, and pick the fat ones to make lard. The remaining lard residue is good for making soup.

The Queen Mother took the spoon and drank a sip, nodding her head. "You know my teeth have been getting worse in recent years, so you specially minced the fish meat and cooked it so deliciously. You are much more thoughtful than those chefs."

Xining felt like saying something like "I'm happy if my grandmother is happy, I'm happy if my grandmother eats well" and so on. She had said this at least a hundred times before, and she could say it with her eyes closed or in her dreams. Who would fall for this? This lonely old woman fell for it even more.

Sure enough, the Queen Mother smiled happily and continued to eat.

After eating, I walked around the garden and came back to eat mung bean soup to relieve the heat. But there was no sugar in it. At this time, white sugar was as rare as honey. Even the paste-like maltose, which was generally sweet, was ok when eaten alone. It was sweet only when it was added to the mung bean soup and half a bowl was added.

However, if you put a little ice cubes in the mung bean soup, it won’t taste so bad.

"It's getting hotter and hotter. When I put an ice basin in my bedroom, you can just move in and live with me." The more the queen mother looked at this granddaughter, the more she liked her. It seemed that with this granddaughter, the whole bedroom seemed much more lively. When she left, it became much quieter. Especially when eating dinner, she thought about the delicious meal in the morning. Even if there were five or six dishes on the table, they were not as delicious as a bowl of vegetable and meat porridge in the morning.

"Thank you, Grandmother. Moer will obey your order." Xining was of course happy, and hugged the big thick leg even tighter. In addition, in the room with the ice basin, plus the Queen Mother's place has the most complete food and supplies, this summer will be very good.

"Banxia's family has been found." The Queen Mother said suddenly.

Banxia, ​​the host's wet nurse. Xining pretended to be concerned: "How are they doing now?"

Zi Ling, who was standing by, answered for her: "Her husband died during the famine five years ago, and the youngest son Ban Xia gave birth to before she sold herself into the palace died of illness."

Sigh, the survival rate of babies at this time is already low, and without the mother's care, the mortality rate is even higher.

"Banxia gave birth to six children, four of whom died of illness, and one starved to death in the famine along with Banxia's husband. Only the eldest son is left. He pawned himself to a family as a long-term worker for ten years. He is twenty years old this year and has not yet married."

Starving to death or dying of disease, it sounds miserable, but this is the situation of ordinary people. Or sell yourself into slavery, this eldest son sold himself as a farmhand for ten years to have food to eat. If no one wants to sell yourself, then you can only starve to death.

When the contract is completed, he will be 25 years old. By then, he will be too poor to marry. Even if he does marry, how can he support his wife and children? In most cases, he will die of illness or starvation, or sell himself and his children to survive.

Poverty cannot last for more than three generations. In some places, poverty cannot last for more than seven generations. It does not mean that one will become extremely poor, but that one will lose all descendants and the entire family will be extinct.

At this point, Zi Ling also sighed slightly, and then continued, "The Queen Mother asked this old servant to make proper arrangements. I have redeemed him and arranged for him to work on the Queen Mother's farm. I also gave him 20 taels of silver to settle down."

The Queen Mother asked, "Is this arrangement appropriate?"

"Grandma, this arrangement is most appropriate. It enables Moer to repay her gratitude. Moer would like to thank you for your great kindness." Xining hurriedly saluted but was stopped by the Queen Mother.

"No need. It can be considered as a good deed from me. You are a good kid who will repay a favor. That's good." The Queen Mother asked another question: "You only have a little maidservant serving you. She is still young and may not be able to serve you well. I am thinking of choosing a suitable one for you. Do you like any of them?"

Xining thought for a moment and said, "The cook who accused Moer of poisoning last time was quite good."

The Queen Mother was puzzled: "She framed you, and you still want her to serve you?"

Xining said slowly: "Although it was a misunderstanding, she was able to identify my granddaughter, which proves that she is courageous and brave. Considering her loyalty to my grandmother, I can make use of her. I'm just afraid that my grandmother won't be willing to give her the job!"

The statement was a play of playing hard to get, which amused the Queen Mother: "She is just an old woman with no sense of judgment. There is nothing to be reluctant about. Come on, call that old woman up."

The cook was only about forty years old, and the queen mother would be fifty in two years, but one was an old woman and the other an elderly woman. It was all due to the short life span of ancient people.

When the cooks came, they would kneel down and kowtow. Those who did rough work did not need to perform formalities like maids and servants, they could just kowtow.

After not seeing her for more than half a month, the scar on the cook's forehead had healed, and only the slave mark on the edge of her forehead remained. But she looked thinner, and it was obvious that she must have had a harder time these days.