The moon falling to the ground

She knew the methods of those old maids. If they wanted to punish someone, they could make you live a life worse than death.

Jian Xiaohe was so excited about going to the capital that she didn't care about sleeping on the floor for another night. She was so excited that she didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning, Qian called Jian Yue to get up and cook. She took out all the eggs and asked Jian Yue to fry and boil them.

Jian Yue ate while cooking, and by the time the meal was ready, she was already full.

Qian asked her to boil water and fill the water bag. Jian Yue took the opportunity to make herself two bamboo tubes of Lingzhi water.

Just after the hour of Mao, the ox cart hired by the Jian family stopped at the gate.

The driver, Uncle Li, helped Qian to carry Jian Dacheng on the oxcart. In just a few days, Jian Dacheng had lost a lot of weight. His expression was so gloomy that it was frightening.

Although Jian Huaian was attacked yesterday, he looked even weaker than Jian Dacheng.

Qian held the bag and looked at the home where she had lived for more than ten years, feeling somewhat reluctant to leave. But when she thought about moving into a beautiful big house and living a life with a group of servants, the reluctance in her heart immediately disappeared.

Outside the door, Aunt Yang, her daughter and Doctor Ma all came in. Yang Xiaochun was holding a strange bag, and Doctor Ma was holding a bundle.

Jian Dacheng thought they were there to see him off. But the three of them ignored him and his son, and instead stretched their necks to look into the yard.

Jian Yue and Jian Xiaohe came out one after the other, and the three of them immediately surrounded Jian Yue.

Yang Xiaochun's eyes were red. He handed the bag to Jian Yue and deliberately said to the Jian family: "Zhao Di, this is the bag my mother made for you. There is a set of clothes and a few eggs in it. You are so thin, keep the eggs for yourself and don't let others take them away."

Jian Xiaohe:……

She suspected that Yang Xiaochun was talking about her.

Aunt Yang said earnestly: "Zhao Di, be more careful when you go out there. I heard from Xiaochun's father that people out there sell their children when they can't make ends meet, and there are also cruel parents who sell their daughters to prostitutes just to make a little more money. You must be careful and don't let yourself be harmed."

Jian Dacheng and his son: ...

I never knew my reputation was so bad.

The father and son were so angry that they glared at Aunt Yang.

Doctor Ma also handed the bag to Jian Yue: "Zhao Di, thank you for helping me dig herbs. I have prepared a few taels of silver and some medicine for you. In case you have a headache or fever, or you are not used to the local climate, you can use it as an emergency. I have also prepared a few doses of medicine for conditioning your body, remember to take the medicine on time. There is also a basic medical book, you can read it when you can recognize the characters."

He glanced at the Jian family and continued, "If anyone covets what I give you, go to the authorities and I will testify for you. Don't be too soft-hearted towards those black-hearted people. A kind horse is ridden by others, and a kind person is bullied by others. You have to be tough when you need to be tough. What are you afraid of? Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes."

The Jian family: ...

Aren't you just complaining that your medicine is too expensive? Is that really necessary?

"Thank you Grandpa Ma, thank you Aunt Yang, thank you Xiaochun, we will meet again if we are lucky." Jian Yue bowed to Doctor Ma and Aunt Yang one by one.

Qian was extremely jealous.

There are actually people giving money and gifts to that lowly bastard, but no one gives anything to the boss.

Wait! How much silver? Is Doctor Ma so generous?

Qian looked at Jian Yue suspiciously.

You have to know that in the countryside, a farmer's family can't save two taels of silver in a year, and a few taels of silver is a huge sum of money.

"Mom, it's getting late. Don't make Madam Rong wait anxiously." Jian Huaian reminded weakly.

Qian was startled and immediately put aside her previous doubts.

Madam Rong is not someone who is easy to get along with. If you make her unhappy, you will suffer the consequences.

"Xiao He, get on the cart quickly and let's go." Qian called her little girl and hurriedly got on the ox cart.

"Grandpa Ma, Aunt Yang, Xiaochun, take care of yourselves!" Jian Yue waved her hand and sat in the front of the ox cart, side by side with the driver, Grandpa Li.

"Zhao Di, take care of yourself too!" Yang Xiaochun said in a crying voice.

The oxcart slowly moved away.

Aunt Yang and her daughter were a little disappointed. Doctor Ma was not too worried. After all, with such high medical skills, he should be able to protect himself, right?

Some villagers who got up early saw the Jian family on the ox cart and greeted them.

"Brother Dacheng, when you are doing well out there, don't forget your fellow villagers!"

"Ms. Qian, do you want a maid? My maid is very hardworking and quick at work. She can cook, wash clothes and clean without any problems."

"Dacheng, go to the capital and find a way for the young people in the village!"

Jian Dacheng and his son lay on the ox cart pretending to be dead. Qian just smiled and said nothing.

They are all leaving, who would care about these poor peasants? Jian Zhaodi has people giving her money and gifts. Is it enough to just ask them for help with your mouth?

Bah! You wish!

Jian Yue sorted the things in the bag into different categories and put them into the backpack. Then, she placed the two bamboo tubes in the sundries bags on both sides of the backpack.

Auntie Yang not only made a backpack for her, but also made her a fine cotton dress. Yang Xiaochun didn't even have fine cotton clothes to wear, and Jian Yue was very touched.

Riding in a bullock cart is not comfortable as the road surface is uneven and very bumpy.

The people who were sitting were better off; the ones who felt the most uncomfortable were Jian Dacheng and his son.

Qian looked at the bamboo basket at the back of the car and felt weak.

Both the father and the son had to go to the toilet on a regular basis, so they had no choice but to bring the urine pot with them.

In the past, Jian Zhaodi did all the dirty and tiring work. Now that Jian Zhaodi is on strike, Qian is tired and disgusted. This is not a job for humans. No! We have to find a way to get Jian Zhaodi to do it.

Maybe, we can ask Rong Mama for help.

The bullock cart stopped at the best inn in town.

The only time the original owner came to the town in her two lifetimes was when she passed by on her way to the capital. Therefore, she was not familiar with the town.

Therefore, Jian Yue found everything strange.

There are not many shops in the town, but there are many roadside stalls. They sell food and some daily necessities. There are not many kinds of food, the most common ones are steamed buns and fried fruit.

There were four carriages parked outside the inn, two of which were hired in town.

Uncle Li helped move Jian Dacheng and his son onto the carriage, and then drove away in the ox cart.

Qian went into the hall to see Rong Mama. After waiting for a while, Rong Mama, supported by a little maid, slowly came down from upstairs. The first thing she asked when they met was: "Did you bring that maid with you?"

Qian smiled flatteringly: "I brought it and am waiting outside."

"Let her in."

Qian quickly called Jian Yue in.

A thin girl dressed in a gray-blue coarse cloth and black cloth shoes, dressed like an old country woman, appeared in front of Rong Mama. She was carrying a strange big bag, which made her look even thinner.

Looking at Jian Yue, who had dry yellow hair, was dark and thin, Rong Ma nodded secretly with satisfaction.

With this appearance, what can I do to compete with my master? I am as black as charcoal, and I can't tell who I look like. My master is worrying too much.

Jian Yue felt that the old woman in front of her had an inexplicable hostility towards her. And the way she looked at people...