To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

Jiusu's pupils trembled slightly. These wounds were neither serious nor minor. Except for the serious new wounds, the others were nothing more than bruises caused by falling.

I guess he was bullied a lot.

"Tsk, this body is good."

Due to years of hard work, his features have become firm, with muscles vaguely visible, and his skin has turned wheat-yellow, but it is not difficult to see the lighter skin color that once glowed with white.

She imagined what a stunning sight it would be if Jiang Jing was still a nobleman from Shengjing.

pity……

Jiusu raised her eyes again and happened to meet Jiang Jing's surprised eyes. She saw that his ears were slightly red and he silently straightened his collar. Her eyes flashed slightly. Were men in ancient times so shy?

Yes, very conservative.

When the Qian family saw this, they were so angry that their faces turned red.

Qian Junjie cursed: "What's wrong with beating you? You are just a fugitive. If we hadn't given you a bite to eat, you would be a dog, crawling on the ground begging for food."

Mr. Qian raised his leg and kicked again.

"Shut up! Mr. Jiang, you are a rebellious son who doesn't listen. Look, do you have any requests?"

"No." Jiang Jing's eyes moved horizontally, and he slowly uttered two words calmly.

Mr. Qian nodded helplessly, took out an ounce of silver from his purse, held his hand, and placed it in his palm, with three parts of guilt, three parts of threat, three parts of regret, and the remaining one part was meaningless.

"This money is my personal compensation to you.

You are not a master, it is this rebellious son who is unlucky. Please do not be angry, Mr. Jiang. I will educate this rebellious son and make him turn over a new leaf."

Jiang Jing clenched his fingers slightly, and the girl lying on the wall flashed through his mind. He took the silver, bowed and said, "Goodbye."

Seeing this, Qian Junjie said disdainfully.

"I thought you were so noble, but you still want money."

"A real man can bend and stretch, and endure what ordinary people cannot endure. He won't be an exile for too long. This is just one part of his suffering." Mr. Qian felt more and more regretful as he spoke.

Hearing his son's sarcastic smile, he became angry again.

Grabbing his collar, he dragged him towards the study.

"You bully men and women every day, and you have no knowledge or skills. I want to see what real skills you have. If you can't answer, don't even think about leaving the house!"

"Dad, I was wrong..."

What should I do now without Jiang Jing's help?

Jiusu raised the corner of his mouth, climbed down the ladder, and continued to cut the blanched okra and dry it in the sun for four or five days. It can be used as a snack or as dry food, and can be stored for half a year without any problem.

dong dong dong.

The gate rang, and Jiusu was suspicious. Could it be Sun Mei? She was really haunted. She walked forward quietly and caught a glimpse of half of the man's face through the crack in the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn’t Sun Mei.

"Jiang Jing? What can I do for you?"

After a moment, "Yes." Jiang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he closed the courtyard door. He handed over the silver hairpin wrapped in red cloth, "Thank you for saving Nian Yin."

Jiusu smiled relaxedly, "You're welcome. When I see a little girl being bullied, I naturally want to help."

Jiang Jing's eyes showed complex emotions, and he pushed the silver hairpin forward again.

"The gift is cheap, I hope Miss Jiu won't despise it."

"Ah? No, it's not cheap." Jiusu had no choice but to take it. The silver hairpin felt cool. This was the first time someone had given her something, whether in modern times or ancient times.

Silver, it must be very expensive here, right?

She remembered that Jiang Jing had accepted the money from the Qian family. Could he have spent it all?

Jiang Jing looked at the messy yard and rarely took the initiative to speak.

"It's tiring to clean up by yourself, I'll help you."

Without saying anything, he quickly swept away the weeds on the ground, fetched water from the well, poured it on the yard, and swept it clean. In a short while, he had cleaned the front yard.

Jiusu really wants to ask, don’t you all work?

Suddenly it occurred to me that he was unemployed.

"Okay, thank you."

As it got dark, Jiusu fetched a basin of water. After they washed their faces, they sat on the steps to rest. She asked, "How is Shengjing?"

Jiang Jing's eyes deepened, "People inside want to get out, and people outside want to get back in. There's nothing good or bad about it."

"Excuse me, you guys..."

"My father offended the emperor with his inappropriate words, which made the emperor furious and exiled him here."

Jiu Su: "..."

It is true that serving the king is like serving a tiger. Just one word from him can take your life.

Jiang Jing stood up, shook off the distraction in his body, looked at her, and turned his head away, "I should go back and lock the gate."

"Be careful on the road." Jiusu sent the person away.

Then add vinegar and soy sauce and go to rest.

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At the Chen family, Old Lady Lu waited all night. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She asked, "Where is Jiusu? Did you sell her?"

Sun Mei is decorating Jiusu's house.

It would be better if she didn't come back, she thought to herself, "She is living in the restaurant and enjoying herself. I will call her back tomorrow. Oh, and I have found a man for her. We will get married tomorrow."

When Mrs. Lu heard this, she stood up holding the bamboo pole.

"No, Zhao'er hasn't come back yet..."

"Mom, he hasn't been back for a year and there's not even a letter. Maybe he's already dead. Don't worry about him. Just wait for tea tomorrow." Sun Mei rolled her eyes, ignored her, yawned, and fell asleep on the bed.

Chen Wu was woken up, scratched his chest and muttered.

"Hurry up and ask Jiusu to come back. The food our mother cooks is too bad."

In the courtyard, Old Lady Lu sighed deeply, and slid down the wall with a tired look on her face. She closed her eyes and shed two lines of tears, "What a sin, what a sin..."

"Zhao'er, if you are alive, come back soon!"

All she got in response was the bitterness in her heart and the confused waiting.

The autumn wind weakens and the sun shines.

[Congratulations to the host for passing the "Worship the God of Wealth" and obtaining Silver Leaf x1. The balance has been deposited. ]

Jiusu walked along the alley and onto the main street. The bustling streets made her forget the panic of coming from a foreign land. That day, she had just arrived at the street of Fangxinglou.

He was invited in by Shopkeeper Fang.

He said excitedly: "Girl, I thought you were not coming."

"How could that be? There are still more than twenty days left." Jiusu smiled gently, signaling the shopkeeper not to worry. She walked towards the kitchen, but was stopped by the shopkeeper intentionally or unintentionally.

Look at him doubtfully.

Shopkeeper Fang rubbed his hands and smiled shyly, "Miss Jiu, Agui already knows how to make spicy fried pork intestines, so let him be the chef. You can take a rest and come visit us when you have time. Also, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"You say." Jiusu glanced at the bustling kitchen and stopped.

Getting paid without working, is there such a good thing in the world?

She sat quietly, took the porcelain cup handed to her by the shopkeeper, put it quietly on the low table on the right, and looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak.

Shopkeeper Fang clenched his fist, placed it under his chin, and coughed lightly a few times.

"It's about special sauces, vinegar, sugar, and salt that I've never seen before. Where did the girl buy these things from?"

"You can't buy it on the market." Jiusu twisted her fingers lightly, "I made it."

Shopkeeper Fang murmured, "I knew it..." He clasped his fists and said, "Can you provide us with this material? Miss Jiu can ask for anything."