The moon falling to the ground

This little girl is not a good person, she just makes empty promises to him. He has been drinking so much these days that he can't eat or sleep well, not to mention how uncomfortable he is.

"Master, don't worry. I'll draw a set of purification tools. As long as the iron shop makes them, I'll make some ordinary wine first. You can drink it first."

"Okay, let's go to the iron shop first and ask them to make the tools."

Jian Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that her master had become too greedy because she hadn't allowed him to drink in the past few days.

The shopkeeper was a little surprised that Jian Yue came again, thinking that she was dissatisfied with the house. As a result, Jian Yue drew a simplified version of the distillation equipment and asked him to build it as soon as possible.

The department manager couldn't understand her drawings, so he called out several master chefs and listened to Jian Yue's explanation.

The shopkeeper was completely confused and had no idea what such a strange tool could be used for.

After Jian Yue explained everything clearly, she and Yun Zhonghe left in a hurry.

Not long after the two of them left, Doctor Mao arrived and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Has that girl been here?"

The shopkeeper replied absentmindedly: "Just left, Doctor Mao arrived a step late."

"What?" Doctor Mao jumped up and down, "Why didn't you keep him here? Where did he go?" He turned around and tried to chase after him. The shopkeeper grabbed him and said, "Doctor Mao, let me show you something new. Do you recognize it? It was drawn by Miss Jian."

Jian Yue had no experience in buying people, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She was born in a peaceful era, and had never seen such a scene of people being sold as animals. But after traveling to such a dynasty, she had to follow the local customs.

Besides, she was short of manpower now, and it would be safer to buy people, so Jian Yue forced herself to adapt as quickly as possible.

Yun Zhonghe helped Jian Yue pick five people.

An old couple with no children, in their early fifties. Such people have no one to rely on, and as long as the host is kind, they will be loyal for life.

A boy who could drive a carriage and fight a few times was sold out because he took the blame for his master.

There were two maids. One was fourteen, and was sold because her family had many sisters and was poor. The other was twenty-three, and was bullied by her husband's family after her parents left her alone. Her husband had an affair with a pretty widow in the village, and her husband's family sold her because she had no children.

Jian Yue renamed the younger maid Muxiang and the older one Chenxiang.

As the sun was setting, Yun Zhonghe and Jian Yue led the five people to the house on Shimen Street. The house had been cleaned up by the people sent by the department manager. When Jian Yue and others arrived, there were three carts parked at the back door of the house, and the guys from the cloth shop, grocery store and grain shop were moving things in.

The shopkeeper was so thoughtful and considerate that he prepared all her daily needs. This saved Jian Yue a lot of trouble. Jian Yue was very grateful and decided to find an opportunity to repay this favor in the future.

After arranging a few newly bought servants, Jian Yue said goodbye to her master and hurried home.

Qian was able to get out of bed and walk around. She was looking at the newly bought clothes with Jian Xiaohe under the eaves.

Jian Dacheng and his son were walking in the yard to exercise their stiff legs and feet.

As the father and son drank the tonic medicine to regulate their bodies, the gray color on their faces gradually faded away, and they looked more energetic.

Qian glanced at Jian Yue, and there was an inexplicable sense of pride in her expression.

Jian Yue glanced at the clothes in their hands. They were made of ordinary silk. But even the lowest-grade silk was not something the Jian family could afford. So, they must have been given by someone else.

As for who would be willing to give away silk fabrics, it goes without saying.

Jian Yue simply washed her face and went to the kitchen to cook.

The maid had already steamed the rice in the kitchen and was chopping vegetables. Seeing Jian Yue coming in, she quickly glanced outside the door and whispered, "Zhao Di, Hua Mei is here today. The young lady will host a banquet for your family at Taihe Tower tomorrow."

Jian Yue looked at her in surprise. The maid was still chopping vegetables with her head down, as if she hadn't said what she had just said.

Jian Yue hummed and whispered, "Thank you, mother-in-law."

The maid did not respond.

Jian Yue heard footsteps approaching quietly from outside. She picked up the water used by the maid to wash vegetables and poured it out.

"Ah! Jian Zhaodi, are you going to die?" Jian Xiaohe was like a drowned rat, her clothes were soaked, water dripped down, and there were a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging on her hair.

"Huh? Why are you at the door? When did you come? Why didn't I hear any sound?" Jian Yue looked surprised.

Jian Xiaohe was so angry that she jumped up and down: "You bastard! Just pretend! You obviously did it on purpose."

Jian Yue's face darkened: "You and I are from the same mother. I am a lowly creature, and what are you? A lowly creature?"

"You, you shameless thing, hanging out all day long..."

Jian Yue grabbed the broom at the door and started beating him, cursing as she did so: "Did you come out of the building? You bastard, shut up and go out and have fun. Who taught you that? You uneducated thing."

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng: …

Who are you scolding? An uneducated person!

bah bah bah!

“Ahhhhhh…I’m going to kill you!”

Very good! Jian Yue can always easily provoke the anger of the Jian family.

Jian Yue simply threw away the broom, walked forward, grabbed her hair, pinched the soft flesh around her waist, and twisted it hard.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much!" Jian Xiaohe didn't even dare to struggle as her hair was grabbed.

"Jian Zhaodi, let go!"

"Jian Zhaodi, are you crazy? Stop it! Stop it now!"

Qian and Jian Dacheng scolded at the same time.

Jian Huaian wanted to come over and take sides, but Jian Yue pushed Jian Xiaohe into Jian Huaian's arms, and the brother and sister almost fell down together.

Qian was almost mad with anger. She walked over with stiff steps and swaying body: "Do you want to turn the world upside down? How could I have such a vicious evildoer like you!" She didn't dare to take big steps, so she walked like a duck.

"It's hereditary! You are cruel, so the children you give birth to are also cruel." Jian Yue rolled her eyes at her.

Qian was so angry that she fell backwards.

No way! She really can’t control it.

When she thought about tomorrow's plan, she felt better. Let this little bitch be arrogant for another night! Wait until tomorrow...see how arrogant she is.

"Xiao He, go change your clothes. Your sister has a bad temper, don't bother with her." Qian pulled Xiao He away.

Whoops!

The sun comes out from the west.

Based on Qian's attitude, Jian Yue was sure that there would be a big trap waiting for her tomorrow.

Come, come! Let the storm come even harder! The more you jump, the faster you die.

At the dinner table, the Jane family ate quietly as if nothing had happened.

After all, Jian Xiaohe was young and impatient, and would glare at Jian Yue fiercely from time to time.

Jian Huaian's eyes were deep, just like his dead father's, like a venomous snake waiting for its chance to strike.

Not to mention Qian. Although she tried her best to endure it, the occasional glances she received were full of disgust.

Jian Yue just treated the mad dog as an amusing thing, eating while watching the show. Who could be as comfortable as her?

Until they finished their meal and left the table, the Jane family did not mention going to Taihe Building tomorrow. Was this an attempt to catch her off guard?

Ha ha!

The oil lamp in the house...