The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

"There are still two thousand and ten taels of silver in the accounting office?" When Yang Qianqian saw this number, she covered her head and wanted to scream to God.

What kind of life does Miss Yang Si lead on a daily basis?

With this calculation, her monthly salary would not exceed fifty taels of silver. I heard from Lu'er that personal maids like them, according to normal regulations, can receive twenty taels of silver per month. So the status of Fourth Miss Yang is equivalent to that of a maid?

But naturally, people like Lu'er and Ruyue, who follow a master who has no status like her, can basically get five or six taels of silver a month, which is the most. Lu'er can still compete with others, but Ruyue can never compete with others, and can only get about five taels of silver a month.

What a miserable life, Yang Qianqian sighed, what kind of mess did Fourth Miss Yang leave for her to clean up?

It's really fatal!

"Lu'er, help me find an iron rod tomorrow, and we'll go to the accounting office!" After thinking about it, Yang Qianqian came up with an idea, "By the way, let's settle the regular money owed to you by the accounting office!"

"Miss, what do you want the iron rod for?" Lu'er was a little curious.

"Don't ask, just go get it. Remember, it's best to find the kind that will swell up after one hit, but the bone won't break until you hit it twice. Don't let it break after one hit, that would be bad."

"Oh, then I'll find you a hollow iron rod!" Lu'er immediately understood, but was still a little worried, "Miss, you don't want to break your legs and ask the accountant for money, do you?"

Although the young lady in front of her has changed a lot, Lu'er still occasionally thinks of Yang Qianqian as the weak Fourth Young Miss of her family.

"Do you think there's something wrong with your young lady's IQ?" Yang Qianqian asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lu'er looked confused: "Miss, what is IQ?"

"Uh..." That's right, why would you talk about IQ with an ancient person? "I mean, do you think I'm sane? Have I gone insane?"

Lu Er laughed: "Even if this servant goes crazy, the young lady won't go crazy. The young lady has a clear mind."

"That's it, would I do such a stupid thing?" Yang Qianqian glared at her unhappily, "Why don't you go find an iron rod?"

"Okay!" Lu'er responded cheerfully and went out.

Yang Qianqian looked at her back with satisfaction. It was true that this little girl was quite efficient. Although she might be used to being bullied and following a useless master, she had no choice.

This is something she could only have trained herself to have, but considering her efficiency, it would be a waste of talent to bury her in this palace.

At night, the little girl quickly found an iron rod for her. As expected, it looked shiny, but it was actually a hollow tube. If she hit her leg hard, her leg might be swollen for two days, but it wouldn't be broken. However, if she was hit a few more times, the situation would be bad.

Yang Qianqian was very satisfied and became more determined not to let Lu'er, the pearl, be buried in the palace.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. Yang Qianqian got up early the next day, still covering her face with a veil, and was led by Lu'er to the accounting office. As for Ruyue, she had something important to do.

Along the way, the two of them had their own thoughts, but Lu'er couldn't hide them: "Miss, what was your plan when you asked Ruyue to pretend to have a broken leg at home?"

Yang Qianqian looked at her with a smile, still holding the iron rod she got last night, and said with a smile: "I plan to learn from the Murong family and give them a taste of their own medicine!"