Rebirth: Remarrying the Emperor's Uncle

Chapter 173 Good Tea (Part )
Ling'er rested her chin, "Well... I must have been scolded. Seeing her like that, I just don't like it. Miss, you are so powerful, you are as good as a fairy."

Han Youning smiled, "Maybe it's a ghost?"

Ling'er's complexion changed, and she took her hand to touch the table, "Bah, bah, bah, kid's talk is so childish! Miss, don't talk nonsense! Mother said you can't mention such evil things as ghosts, they will really attract you."

Han Youning smiled.

Touching wood is useless.

Ling'er poured a cup of tea for Han Youning, and brought back the topic just now, "Actually, Emerald is pretty good. Once, the servant had a dispute with the woman in the big kitchen, and she helped the servant to speak and reprimanded the woman. You said, if she leaves the cabinet with Second Miss, will she really end badly?"

Han Youning said softly, "Second sister, anyone who hinders her will not end well."

In the previous life, Madam Zheng's family had been Han Qingwan's companions, and they followed her into the Prince's Mansion. With Mama Zheng's management skills, Han Qingwan went smoothly in the Prince's Mansion.

Fei Cui was just because Han Qingwan was not in the room when serving tea to Zhao Chen. The next day, she was assigned to Zhuangtou on Zhuangzi as a concubine. The wife of Zhuangtou was cruel and merciless, but she tortured her within three months died.

Mama Zheng finally got a daughter when she was old, and she won such a precious daughter, even if she was calm and loyal, she couldn't bear it.She went to Han Qingwan to argue, and there was a lot of trouble. It happened that she went to pay Han Qingwan that day and heard something.

When Ling'er heard this, her heart relaxed.

In this way, even though it was designed by Fei Cui, it can't be regarded as harming her, maybe it can help her find a better future.

Seeing that the lady was still looking at the account book, Ling'er asked strangely, "Since it's a fake account book, what else is the lady looking at?"

Han Youning slowly flipped through the books, "You can see the truth in the fake account books."
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Before dawn on the second day, Han Youning struggled to get up from the bed.

With eyes closed, Ling'er helped her dress and make up.

"This is the first day. This day will last for a long time, but how good..."

In Ling'er's thoughts, Han Youning ate a cup of bird's nest and milk soup, wrapped it in a cloak with thick white fox fur, and walked out of Jinhe Hall with a hand stove.

The sky is like ink, and the east is not bright.

The ground is covered with frost, and the trees are shadowed.

There were already servants in the mansion busy walking around, seeing the master and servant carrying lanterns, they all respectfully greeted the mansion.

After the people passed, there was a low voice of discussion.

"Missy woke up really early..."

A few lanterns were hung in the courtyard of the meeting hall, and the mothers in charge stood on the porch to avoid the wind.

The morning wind was bitingly cold, but within a short time his body was completely frozen.

Someone complained in a low voice, "It's just winter and it's so cold. After another month, I'm afraid we'll have to wait in the snow."

"We have worked for half our lives to reach this status. Anyone who recognizes people inside and outside the house, who doesn't respect mother and salute with a smile on his face. Now I have to get up at the same hour as those poor women, and suffer from cold and hunger. .”

"It's okay to be a little tired, but I'm afraid that in the future, all of us will not be able to eat and drink the northwest wind."

"Our Duke Ding's mansion is famous for being lenient to his servants, but now we are going to change our style..."

"Mother Zhang is right in what she said. Duke Dingguo's mansion will change the style of the family from now on."

Han Youning walked in, and the mothers in charge hurriedly stood up, "Miss."

Han Youning walked to the corridor, and didn't rush into the hall, looked at Zhang's mother and said coldly, "The Duke of the country wakes up at midnight every day at midnight, trains the guards, handles official duties, and then rushes into the palace for early morning court. It's you slaves , sleep until daylight every day and get enough sleep, but now you are made to wake up an hour later than the Duke. There is no reason in the world that the master suffers and the slave enjoys happiness!"

Mother Zhang drooped her face and lowered her head.

The other mothers also lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound, and the one standing behind curled up their lips in disdain.

Han Youning looked around, "Come in."

There are two charcoal basins in the meeting room, which are warm and comfortable.

If it hadn't been burned for half an hour in advance, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so warm.

After the mothers came in, they all let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Youning sat on the upper seat in the middle, with hot tea on the table and a hot water pot on the charcoal basin beside him.

Han Youning poured a cup of tea and drank it. The tea was crude tea, bitter and unpalatable. She asked, "Who is in charge of the meeting hall?"

A mother said, "Back to the eldest lady, she is the whole wife. In the past, all the reports were in the yard of the former second lady. This meeting hall is not used often, and only one woman is arranged to clean it every day."

Han Youning said, "Let her in."

The mother who was near the door went out and stood at the door and shouted, "Hey, Mrs. Quan! Missy wants to see you! Hurry up!"

A woman dressed in coarse cloth came in with her head bowed. Although she looked honest, she was not flustered. She knelt on the ground to say hello, "Greetings to Miss."

"Get up," Han Youning looked at the very familiar face, Qiu Ye's mother, "When did you get up?"

The whole woman said, "Back to the eldest lady, it was Yinshi. This meeting hall is spacious, and the charcoal basin always needs to be burned for a while to dissipate the cold air."

Han Youning nodded, "If everyone in the mansion is as diligent and thoughtful as you, I don't need to worry about it. Then where did this tea come from?"

"Back to the eldest lady, I went to the big kitchen to get it. Because it is not commonly used here, the tea will not be used for a while in a month. I got half a catty in summer, and there are still a lot left."

Han Youning took out an account book and looked through it, holding it up and asking Mama Zhang, "I think the monthly expenditure on tea in this account book is about one hundred taels of silver, divided into three types: high-grade, medium, and low-grade. In each courtyard, the meeting hall and flower hall, this meeting hall receives two catties of high-quality tea every month, worth ten taels of silver. Maybe I don’t know how to taste tea, but this is the taste of good tea at five taels of silver per catty? Two catties per month How did you figure it out?"

Ms. Zhang rolled her eyes, "Miss, the former second lady was discussing affairs in the Ivy Court, so the tea from this side of the meeting room was passed over. There is only one woman here, and if there is good tea, let her steal it." After drinking, I gave her some crude tea."

Han Youning sneered, "Qingtengyuan's own quota still has four catties of tea per month, plus these six catties, can't you eat tea as a meal every day? You rely on the fact that the former second wife can't confront you in the prison, so you let the matter go." Push it all to her!"

Mother Zhang muttered in a low voice, "If Missy doesn't believe it, just ask. This old slave dare not tell lies."

Han Youning said, "I don't need to ask her, Duan Yi, go to Mama Zhang's room and see what kind of tea she drinks!"

Duan Yi's voice came from the yard, "Yes!"

Zhang's mother changed her face.

Duan Yi moved swiftly and came back soon, carrying a cloth bag in his hand, which contained four catties of tea leaves and a stick of ginseng.

Han Youning asked Ling'er to brew a pot, and the hall was filled with fragrance.

She took a sip and sighed contentedly, "Good tea, it's better than what I got at Jinhetang. It's true that slaves live more comfortably than masters. Four catties is twenty taels. Although this ginseng is not big , it’s worth ten taels of silver, so mother Zhang couldn’t have bought it herself, right?”

(End of this chapter)