The moon falling to the ground

Yan Xinning sent a message to her servants, saying that it was inconvenient for them to see her recently, and asked them to keep a low profile and not cause any trouble that would affect her reputation. She also sent a message that she wanted Jian Zhaodi to work as a maid in the mansion.

If it was the Jian Zhaodi before the change, Jian Dacheng and his wife would have sold her without hesitation. But the current Jian Zhaodi was not easy to deal with, like a hedgehog that pricked people, making them very difficult to deal with. Could such a Jian Zhaodi enter the mansion? If she caused trouble in the mansion, wouldn't Xin Ning be in danger?

Qian said fiercely: "In a wealthy family, there are many ways to discipline people. I hope Xin Ning can take her away as soon as possible."

Jian Dacheng's eyes were deep, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Did the people sent by Xinning mention the issue of selling the body indenture?"

Qian's eyes lit up: "The bitch's words have reminded us. We sell her to Xin Ning. Xin Ning has the indenture in hand. Let's see how she can act so rampantly."

Jian Dacheng nodded: "Remember to mention this matter when you see Xinning."

Jian Zhaodi was like a sword hanging over their heads, making them feel uneasy all the time. But Xin Ning repeatedly told them that they had their own plans and would not let them act rashly.

But every day, watching Jian Zhaodi jumping around arrogantly in front of them, the couple felt very uncomfortable.

After a while, Jian Xiaohe came back with the maid. She followed the maid to buy vegetables and familiarized herself with the surrounding shops and vegetable markets. After walking around, Jian Xiaohe's face was flushed and sweaty.

She threw the basket at the kitchen door and scooped a ladle of water from the water tank and drank it down. The water just drawn from the well was cool and refreshing, and it cooled her whole body.

I'm almost dying of thirst, who cares about taking good care of my body?

After drinking the cold water, Jian Xiaohe glared at Jian Yue resentfully, then turned and left the kitchen.

If Jian Zhaodi was at home, she wouldn't have to go out to buy groceries. Her face was tanned by the strong sun. Jian Xiaohe felt angry and wronged, so she went into her room and closed the door heavily.

Jian Yue still cooks according to her own taste, whether she likes it or not.

During the meal, Jian Dacheng asked the family to sit together.

Jian Yue sneered in her heart. She was afraid that she would poison the food. Her threat finally frightened Jian Dacheng.

When the food was served on the table, Jian Yue picked up her bowl and started eating without waiting for Jian Dacheng and his wife to start eating, which made the four members of the family so angry that they all glared at her.

Jian Huaian had sunken eye sockets and looked like a heavy smoker. Jian Yue noticed that his hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly.

Very good! The aftereffects made Jian Yue very satisfied.

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng kept an eye on Jian Yue as she picked up food, and found that she ate every dish without any abnormality. Their doubts were alleviated a little.

After dinner, Jian Yue pushed the bowl aside, wiped her mouth, and went about her own business.

She took out the medicine pot she had bought, cleaned it, and boiled the herbs in it.

The maid was also boiling medicine under the eaves. Seeing Jian Yue boiling medicine, she asked, "Is Miss Zhaodi sick too?"

"Yes! My body was worn out and the doctors said I wouldn't live long. So I asked the doctor to prescribe me some herbs to nourish my body. I dug the herbs from the mountains."

The roughness made the mother-in-law laugh awkwardly.

She really couldn't respond to Jian Yue's words.

It is self-evident who has worn her out. Anyone who is not blind can see that this girl and her parents are at loggerheads, and they are always on edge, with the danger of a fight at any time. She is a servant with a low status. Although she feels sorry for this kind girl, she dare not interfere in the affairs of the master's family.

Besides, she was just a helper and would go back in two or three days. It would be best for her to do her job and not cause trouble.

After drinking the medicine, Jian Yue slept for a while, then went out for a walk with her big backpack on her back.

Yun Zhonghe asked her to go to the east more often. The East City and West City of Yanling Prefecture were inhabited by rich people and nobles, while the South City and North City were inhabited by poor people and craftsmen.

The streets of East City were obviously wider and cleaner than those of North City, and the shops on both sides of the streets also looked high-end and classy. Most of the people passing by were in gorgeous carriages, and men, women, and children wearing silk.

The skinny girl, dressed in gray-blue coarse cloth and carrying a large backpack, seemed out of tune with the people around her. Every time Jian Yue walked a distance, she would attract many ambiguous looks.

Jian Yue discovered a iron shop.

A metal shop that can be opened in a wealthy area must not be an ordinary metal shop. Jian Yue walked in with curiosity.

The iron shop was very large, with three rooms and a private room for resting. The ironwares in the shop were all very finely crafted, and it was obvious that it was a shop that only served the rich and powerful.

A waiter came over and did not look down on Jian Yue because of her shabby clothes. He had a warm smile on his face and asked, "What do you need, girl?"

"I want to make something custom-made. Does your shop accept custom-made work?"

"Yes, I do. I wonder what the girl wants to do?"

Jian Yue hesitated. She had a lot of things to make, but she had no money.

"What I want to order is quite special. Can you bring a piece of paper so I can draw it?"

"Wait a moment." The waiter did not show any impatience and turned to get paper and pen from the back.

Jian Yue found that the pen he took out looked like a charcoal pencil, with the top wrapped in a cloth strip.

The waiter led her to a table nearby and diligently helped her spread out the white paper.

Jian Yue was already familiar with the pharmaceutical tools, so she drew them quickly. The materials and sizes of each tool were clearly marked.

One piece of paper was not enough, so Jian Yue filled two full sheets of paper.

The boy thought she was going to make something, but when he saw her drawing two full sheets of paper, he was stunned.

What are these? He recognized only one or two of them, and the others looked like some kind of instruments and were very strange.

"Can you estimate how much it will cost to make these things?" Jian Yue's voice brought the distracted boy back to his senses.

"Miss, wait a moment. I'll go ask the shopkeeper." The waiter took the two drawings and walked quickly to the back.

The owner of the iron shop read the blueprint several times. Forgive him for being ignorant, but he didn't understand why the same small bowl had to be made of different materials. He could understand gold, silver, copper and iron, but why were there wooden bowls, bamboo bowls and tin bowls?

"Who drew this picture?"

"A shabbily dressed little girl."

The shopkeeper walked out quickly from the back and was stunned when he saw Jian Yue.

The little girl in front of me looked like a refugee, with a dark and yellow face, except for her pair of eyes, which were pitch black and sparkling, and very eye-catching.

"Miss, I'm the owner of an iron shop. Could you tell me what these tools are used for?" the owner asked politely.

Jian Yue smiled and said, "I'm sorry! I made it for my master, so it's inconvenient for me to tell you."

"Excuse me." The shopkeeper apologized, "The equipment on the drawing is small and exquisite, and the materials used are not much. But the styles are complicated, and each one requires a mold, which is labor-intensive and time-consuming..."

Jian Yue waved her hand...