After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 17
"It's weird to spit out the word waste from your mouth." After wiping off the silver needle, Lin Fu folded his arms and looked at the four vegetables and one soup.

He reached for the spoon and stirred the soup.

The clear chicken soup is simmered slowly, with a few slices of dangshen and large mushrooms buried underneath.

A pair of curved almond eyes emerged, and the thin lips slightly hooked:
"No, 'Little Fox' did it."

"Little Fox?"

Lin Fu scratched his head, because the other party's speech was often unpredictable, so he didn't pay much attention, so he asked:

"Send a message?"

He shook his head: "Not yet."

Someone will definitely reply like this, don't be impatient if you are a little bit safe, and a little intolerance will lead to chaos and big plans.

Although I don't understand what the ghosts in Yihou's mansion can do.

Uprooting does not even take a day.

But since he made a promise on this matter, he would certainly keep it.

Lin Fu picked out an unremarkable shirt to change into, and muttered:

"Come on, go to Fengle Tower, you are growing up, you can't be short of food, hey, I am a slave, it's getting easier and easier, after ten years, I will regain my freedom, it shouldn't be, but I'm not used to it Alright."

He sat casually, crossing his long legs: "If you don't care about remuneration, you can consider renewing the contract."

"..."

At any rate, he is the young master of a martial arts family, who stays low and stays with him day and night, isn't he worth a few hundred taels?

"Let me tell you in advance, if you scare all the maids away, I won't be able to sew any more frayed clothes later."

"Let He Sanxun make ten or eight pieces out of the same material." He held his forehead with one hand and waved with the other, "Go early and come back early, and make up a can of Junshan Yinzhen by the way. Tea, now there is still an astringent taste on the tip of the tongue."

Putting on the bamboo hat, Lin Fu teased:

"Is this arrogance brought out from the bottom of your bones? You should really let those young and old see your true face."

He opened the door and checked to make sure that all the servants who did rough work had returned to the house.

Easily climbed over the courtyard wall, several ups and downs disappeared in the vast night.

It's not bad to live in a remote place, at least you can come and go freely.

Smoothing out the wrinkles on the hem of his clothes, he raised his eyes and looked out the window.

Such days, in another two or three years, can end.

Begonia Court.

Dong'er came in from the outside, and was quite surprised to see Miss Fourth splashing ink on the desk.

"Is the master leaving new homework?"

Yun Jiuqing bit the pen holder, and asked without answering:
"How is the kitchen doing?"

"The explanation is complete." Dong'er was a little puzzled, "Miss, in fact, you just need to mention one thing, they know it well, why bother with money?"

"In most cases, giving money is the most direct and effective." She wrote down the three words "sell embroidery", thought for a while, and crossed it out again, "Make sure they won't forget it easily.

The maid opened her mouth in surprise.

Ever since Miss fell into the water, her playful and innocent temperament has not changed, but sometimes she speaks and does things with a little incomprehensible meaning.

"In this way, you will have less monthly money available."

She put down her pen and asked earnestly, "How much money can I receive every month now?"

"30 taels."

"30 taels, one year is... 360 taels." She murmured, "Including the holidays, no more than 600 taels."

The cost of food and clothing in the Hou Mansion is controlled and distributed in each courtyard according to the status and age, which means that if you don't leave the mansion, you don't need to spend it.

Lord Chu is not stingy with his relatives. The monthly money is equivalent to pocket money. If you really want something, you can just pay extra.

However, this account, of course, has to be reviewed afterwards.

The whereabouts are not clear enough, and the reasons are not sufficient. The light is the punishment, and the heavy is the family rules.

According to her ten-year-old age, 30 taels is not too little.

Even if I went to add a few golden hairpins and pearls every month, I believe Erniang and the ancestors would not say anything.

However, it was still far from the number in her mind.

Besides, it’s not easy to find all kinds of excuses to buy jewelry accessories frequently, and then pawn them later, right?

No, it's a long-term solution.

In the next five or six years, she will need thick banknotes to fill her private treasury.

This is the first goal at the moment, and it goes hand in hand with pleasing Chu Mu.

(End of this chapter)