Traveling through ancient times.

Sugar making recipe:

Brown Sugar: 500 Merits

White sugar: 2000 merits

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Winemaking recipe:

Fruit wine: 500 merits

Rice wine: 500 merits

Liquor: 2000 merits

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Crop seeds:

Chili: 1000 merits

Corn: 2000 merits

Sweet Potato: 4000 Merits

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Mind reading: 100 merits/1 time (Use: ... Condition: ...)

Soul-pulling Silk: 1000 Merits/1 Thread (Use: ...Condition: ...)

Amulet: Merit/1 piece

Ganglei Fu: Merit/1 piece

Cement formula: ???

Gunpowder formula: ???

Jiang Yizhou's breathing became heavier and he became less calm.

There are many projects covered in grey below, which probably do not meet the corresponding conditions and are not even eligible to be viewed.

But it doesn't matter, she will get it out sooner or later.

Jiang Yizhou knew one thing: as long as one had enough merit, everything could be exchanged.

How can you stay calm?

She felt that she was about to reach the peak of her life.

My eyes fell on "Merit: 0". Oh, right, how can I earn this "first pot of gold"? !

Xiao Tongzi sensed the host's emotions and had unknowingly rekindled his passion and fighting spirit, and he also felt a bit of hope.

…………It’s almost late autumn, and the bedroom, which should have been warm and exquisite, is empty and deserted.

There was dead grass growing all over the yard, and when the wind blew, the fallen leaves swirled in the air.

Old women, maids and servants gathered in groups of three or four, either in the corridor or huddled beside a rockery, chatting and making faces.

In the backyard, a thin, dark man wearing a short shirt and a hemp rope tied around his waist came to the corner gate carrying a load of vegetables and meat.

He was stopped by a woman who was leaning against the door frame and eating melon seeds. "Why are you delivering the package so late today? Don't you want to deliver it? I'm telling you, if you're late, you don't have to deliver it anymore."

"How could that be possible? Zhu Rourong was too late in killing the pig. I..."

"Stop talking nonsense to me. I don't know what kind of person you are. Did you go gambling again?"

"I……"

"I'm telling you, I'm not your mother or father, I don't care, you can do whatever you want, just don't mess up the job, otherwise I won't recognize you even if your mother kneels down and begs me."

"No, no, Aunt Jiao, my dear aunt, I will never be late again."

Aunt Jiao pursed her lips, and with a puff, the melon seed shells flew around in the air a few times and fell to the ground, covering a large area on the ground.

She bent down and picked out the meat and vegetables in the basket.

Heiwa spoke respectfully, but when the other person lowered his head and couldn't see him, his face showed a bit of contempt and envy.

At the same time, I was a little scared. I almost used meat to pay off my gambling debts today. Fortunately, I held back.

I can earn dozens of coins for one delivery every day, which is higher than the salary of many shop assistants. The key is to only deliver one trip, and the rest of the time is your own.

This was all thanks to the connections made by my family to Aunt Jiao, the housekeeper of the Jiang family, which allowed me to get this job in the Jiang residence.

Of course, all he needed to do was to let Aunt Jiao select every time he sent something, and then bring it into the house.

Aunt Jiao was certainly not here to let her master choose. It was self-evident what she was going to do with the items she took away, and both parties were tacitly aware of this.

When Heiwa was complaining in his heart, his face couldn't help but become more fawning.

This is because the Jiang family will soon be transformed into a new owner, and by then those stewards who have assisted the son-in-law with meritorious services will surely be more trusted by him.

Heiwazi said in a flattering tone: "These are the freshest meat and vegetables. Why don't I personally deliver them to your home in the future? Miss Jiang doesn't care about these things anyway."

"What Miss Jiang? You should call her Madam Ning. Oh, she's in charge? Can she? Besides, even if she's in charge, she doesn't know shit. She looks sick all day long, and I thought Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were here."

Heiwazi's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked around with a mysterious look. Aunt Jiao came closer and asked in a low voice, "I heard that Madam Ning went to the temple to burn incense the other day, and fell ill when she came back? Is she still not well?"

After Aunt Jiao finished the inspection, she wrapped a piece of meat weighing at least two kilograms in a lotus leaf and put it in her arms, and then took a bundle of small-leaf green vegetables in her hand.

She stood up and glanced at Heiwazi, "Oh? Good? She's like that, and you think she's good?" Why did she fall ill right after coming back? It was all because of her big son.

This kid is a smart kid. He is only four or five years old, but he knows who is in charge of this house. He only needs a little guidance and he will...

Thinking of this, Aunt Jiao felt contemptuous but also inexplicably sad.

Heiwazi continued gossiping: "Could it be that he really can't make it this time?"

Aunt Jiao was a little annoyed and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. She walked to the other side of the courtyard with a large piece of meat and vegetables in her arms, and ordered without turning her head: "Hurry up and take the food in. The kitchen is waiting. If you delay the master's meal, you will be in trouble."

Heiwazi looked at Aunt Jiao's back as she walked away in a swagger and spat, feeling indignant. It would have been great if she always picked the good things and gave them to him.

Heiwazi carried the load in. Xu Ma, the chef who was sitting at the kitchen door eating sunflower seeds, called into the kitchen, "The food has been delivered. Xiaoyi and Xiaoyu, come and clean up."

A crisp response came from the kitchen, followed by two fire-cooking girls in their twenties rushing out.

"Leave me half of the chicken, and use the rest to make soup for the master and the young master. The master has gone to check the shop and will not be back until the evening. You can do the rest as you wish."

Xu Ma gave a light instruction, and the two maids looked at each other and responded quickly.

Heiwazi stretched his head and looked into the kitchen, where the aroma of rice and fried vegetables wafted out.

Xu Ma scolded, "What are you still doing here? Why don't you leave?"

Heiwazi let out two "eh" sounds, then walked out with his back bent and the empty basket on his shoulder.

Just as he reached the eaves of the corridor, he heard a maid's anxious cry from the middle courtyard: "She's awake, the young lady is awake."

Xu Ma sat in the recliner without moving, without even lifting her eyelids, and pursed her lips, mumbling, "Oh, so what if I woke up."

The Jiang family is no longer the same Jiang family as before.

When Heiwazi was leaving the corner gate, he happened to meet Aunt Jiao who was returning. He said in a flattering way, "Aunt, when I came out just now, I heard the maid in the yard say that the Madam has woken up."

Aunt Jiao's reaction was similar to Xu Ma's, "He's awake, so he's awake..." Let's see how long he can stay alive. This house will have to change its name sooner or later. Woman, no matter how strong you are, you can't beat your fate.

When Aunt Jiao entered the kitchen in the backyard, she heard the girl Xin'er arguing with Aunt Xu with a red face.

"Mrs. Xu, the doctor said that Miss has just woken up and needs to be nourished because she is weak. I saw Xiaoyi took a chicken just now. Why don't we stew the chicken for Miss..."

"Xin'er, are you new here? Do you think you, a girl, have the right to interfere with our work? To tell you the truth, your daughter does not get any share of the chicken and meat. They belong to the master and the young master. Do you think a woman like her wants to compete with her husband and son for food?"