There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Snake gallbladders are a fairly common medicinal material and are not particularly rare.

But how could an ordinary snake gallbladder be so large?

If it were to be reproduced in scale, what kind of enormous creature would have taken the snake gall from?

Hu Meier had also considered this factor, and her gaze towards Jiang Mo became even more speechless.

You're telling me you found this thing?

Who are you trying to fool?

It's probably not something picked up from a corpse!

Seeing Hu Meier staring intently at him, Jiang Mo immediately showed a pained expression and said reluctantly:

"Second Miss, if you want it, then take it!"

As he spoke, he reached out and handed the snake gall to Hu Meier, but his hand gripped it tightly.

I even accidentally crushed a bit of the snake's gallbladder.

A slightly unpleasant smell of bile wafted through the air.

"Who wants your stinking snake gall?"

Taking a slight step back, Hu Meier glanced disdainfully at the snake gall bladder that seemed to still be covered in blood, gently covered her mouth and nose with her embroidered handkerchief, and her voice sounded somewhat muffled.

"What else are you carrying? Take it out now, stop hiding it!!"

Hu Meier wasn't actually sure if Jiang Mo had the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom, but she keenly sensed something was wrong from his somewhat evasive and perfunctory attitude, which led her to have this idea of ​​getting to the bottom of things.

It seemed as if she firmly believed that Jiang Mo would pass the test.

Not only did the onlookers feel uneasy upon hearing this, but even Chunlan couldn't help but show a strange expression, secretly thinking:

Is there really something fishy going on?

Chapter 35 This matter needs no further discussion.

That can't be, the second young lady hasn't taken any medicinal herbs these past few days.

Even the requirement for the Crimson Spirit Blood Ganoderma was determined after I was asked about it; there was no possibility of prior collusion.

"What that guy forced on me just now probably wasn't anything good either."

Seeing that Hu Meier was staring at him intently, Jiang Mo secretly groaned, thinking that it would be difficult to fool her. He had no choice but to reluctantly take out the package from his pocket.

Jiang Mo had never actually seen what was inside.

Judging from the confident look on that scholar's face as he prepared to approach Hu Meier to claim credit, it goes without saying what he was up to.

However, the others were unaware of the details, and when they saw Jiang Mo pull out a familiar-looking package, they immediately showed a dismissive expression.

"Open."

When Hu Meier continued to give orders, many people showed expressions of schadenfreude.

They eagerly awaited the scene of Jiang Mo being dragged out and punished with fifty strokes of the cane.

After all, if the other party is so unwilling, how could what they are holding be genuine?

The package was opened, and the aroma of medicine filled the air.

The crowd, which had been chuckling and whispering noisily, suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Staring at the obviously extraordinary Crimson Spirit Blood Fungus, everyone was dumbfounded and incredulous.

Only Hu Meier smiled sweetly, her cheerful voice revealing an undisguised smugness:

You pass!

Those around Jiang Mo, seeing that he was the first, and most likely the only, servant to complete the test and receive praise from Hu Meier, couldn't help but cast envious glances at him. But Jiang Mo, the person involved, showed little joy on his face.

He merely twitched his lips slightly twice, and responded with a dry laugh:

"Then I must thank you for your appreciation, Miss..."

If he couldn't resist, he could only accept it. Jiang Mo tried to adjust his mindset and prepare to enjoy the astonished gazes of the crowd, but then he heard someone shout out:

"Wait a minute!"

Hmm? Does anyone have any objections?

Hurry up, come forward and begin your performance.

Everyone was quite surprised to hear the shouts that seemed to be trying to stop them, but Jiang Mo showed a slight smile on his face, wishing he could rush forward to greet them.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, Jiang Mo spotted a young man who looked quite familiar.

He had never met this person before, but his face looked somewhat familiar, more so than the other candidates he had only glanced at briefly.

Just as Jiang Mo was pondering the source of this sense of familiarity, he suddenly heard a reprimand:

"You brat, who gives you the right to speak here? Get over here right now and receive your punishment! Second Miss, please don't hold back, teach this boy a lesson!"

Jiang Mo remembered that voice more clearly.

It was Steward Xu, who was in charge of recruiting servants for the manor. At this moment, his expression changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward to reprimand Hu Meier while bowing his head in cold sweat to apologize and beg for punishment.

This reminded Jiang Mo.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the source of that sense of familiarity—the young man who had tried to stop him—looked remarkably similar to Manager Xu.

It must be one of those people with connections that the scholar mentioned earlier?

No wonder they dared to speak up and stop them.

However, judging from Manager Xu's reaction, your connections probably aren't strong enough! I wonder if you can successfully stop me.

Keep it up, Xu, whose name I don't know!

"Please forgive me, Second Miss. I had absolutely no intention of offending you. However, regarding the matter of the test, I urge you to reconsider!"

Nephew Xu obediently stepped forward to apologize.

But her face clearly showed she was still unconvinced, and she stubbornly continued talking about the test and selection process, trying to persuade Hu Meier to change her mind, even pretending to be considerate of the other person as she spoke:

"Otherwise, given the current situation, it will be difficult to win over the public!"

If you only listen to this guy, there is indeed some truth to it. After the initial surprise, after a little thought, everyone felt deeply puzzled about Jiang Mo reluctantly taking out the Crimson Spirit Blood Mushroom from his pocket. Those who had just seen him and the scholar arguing over it understood the cause and effect.

Some people think that this guy might have stolen someone else's work.

Another group thought that the scholar had probably made a mistake by accident, and that Jiang Mo, being a simpleton, didn't understand what was going on and thus picked up a huge loophole.

Naturally, they were all very dissatisfied.

Seeing Xu Da's nephew step forward, they all silently cheered him on, hoping that he could change Hu Meier's decision.

Jiang Mo frowned slightly, inwardly realizing something was wrong:

Nephew, you've got the roles wrong! Who are you, and who are Hu Meier? At this point, you can only speak softly, not forcefully!

Do they still want to use the power of public opinion to pressure the other side?

Do you think this is a female-oriented novel? As the second young lady of the manor, does Hu Meier need to care about what you servants think?

As expected, Hu Meier seemed unimpressed by Xu Da's petition.

Her gaze swept over the expressions on everyone's faces, a smile still playing on her lips, but her tone was no longer the same. She simply asked, "Who are you?"

"Reporting to Second Miss, my surname is Xu..."

Upon hearing Hu Meier's question, Xu Da's nephew thought that his initiative in stepping forward had won her attention, and he was immediately delighted and hurriedly gave his name.

"Who asked your name?"

But before he could finish speaking, Hu Meier interrupted him.

This time, the coldness in her voice was so palpable that anyone with normal emotional intelligence would feel a chill run down their spine.

Hu Meier's gaze swept across the room, and she spoke in a cold voice:

"Who are you? How dare you point fingers and criticize me? Who gave you that right? Are you Manager Xu?!"

"Please forgive me, Miss!"

Upon hearing this, Manager Xu nearly suffered a heart attack from fright. His legs went weak and he immediately knelt down without hesitation, kowtowing repeatedly to apologize.

He even kicked Xu's nephew to the ground and pulled him along to apologize.

Hu Meier ignored the two people kneeling in front of her, and only snorted coldly, "The people in the manor are getting more and more unruly."

"Sister Chunlan, take Steward Xu to collect next month's allowance."

Upon hearing this, Steward Xu knew that Hu Meier was planning to kick him out of the manor, and his face immediately turned deathly pale.

He wanted to ask the other party to be lenient, but he was also afraid of angering them again.

Not only will I not get the monthly allowance as compensation, but I'll probably have to take another fifty lashes before I can leave the resort.

For a moment, he was filled with resentment, wondering why he had been so foolish as to bring his nephew to the mountain resort.

"Wait! This is not a good idea!"

The matter seemed to be settled, and everyone was silent, not daring to utter a single whisper. But then a loud shout came, startling everyone.

With Xu Da's nephew's experience before us, how dare anyone speak out and stop us?

Who is this brave warrior who possesses such courage?!

Instinctively, everyone's eyes focused on the direction from which the sound came, only to see a figure that surprised everyone.

Jiang Mo stepped forward.

In an instant, countless people rubbed their eyes, but the scene before them remained unchanged, and Jiang Mo was still the one who stepped forward.

For a moment, I felt that the world was utterly absurd.

You should know that Xu Da's nephew was just trying to prevent Jiang Mo from passing the test. Seeing that he offended the second young lady and was punished, Jiang Mo should be the happiest one.

However, Jiang Mo stepped forward and spoke up to stop him.

This is like a mouse being a bridesmaid for a cat, it's insane!

Shifting her gaze from Steward Xu, Hu Meier looked at Jiang Mo, who maintained a composed and unyielding demeanor. Her expression was a mixture of amusement and exasperation, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed as she said:

"And what are you going to do? Plead for him?"