The Journey of Immortality of the Peerless Medical Concubine

But usually Wen Liuli would sleep until Chenshi before getting up. Today, it was just past Maoshi, Cuizhu had just woken up, and Wen Liuli was already sitting on the bed.

This scared Cuizhu. Seeing Wen Liuli's energetic look, Cuizhu thought she had woken up a long time ago.

"Huh? Why are you up so early?"

Seeing the green bamboo, Wen Liuli was stunned. I get up early because I slept for a long time. Why did you get up at this time?

It's not even daylight yet.

In Wen Liuli's eyes, there is certainly no distinction between master and servant. Even though she has been here for so long, she is not used to being served by others and still does everything by herself.

Even though Cuizhu got up early, she just fetched her a basin of water. She did everything else by herself, including dressing herself.

"I always get up at this time. Did you get enough rest yesterday, Madam?"

"I slept well. Please get me a basin of water."

Hearing this, Wen Liuli smiled. She couldn't understand the habits of the ancients anyway. Cuizhu was about the same age as her, and was at the age when people used to sleep in. It was difficult for her to get up so early every day.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Cuizhu nodded quickly, and a moment later she came in with a basin of warm water.

It has to be said that winter mornings are always chilly. After living here for so long, Wen Liuli is not used to the days without heating, but this is the condition and she has no choice.

"But it's snowing?"

Noticing that there were a few snowflakes on Cuizhu's head when she brought back the water, Wen Liuli's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked quickly.

"Well, this year's first snow seems to be particularly cold, and there is already a thick layer of snow on the roof."

"Yeah!"

Hearing this, Wen Liuli's eyes suddenly lit up. She hadn't seen snow for two years and didn't know what the snow scene in the world of immortality was like.

About half an hour later, Wen Liuli had dressed up, Cuizhu put a cloak on her, and then slowly opened the door.

As the door opened, what came into Wen Liuli's eyes was a vast expanse of white snow. Just as Cuizhu said, the snow had already covered the area with a thick layer, dyeing almost all the buildings of Prince Wu's Mansion snow-white.

"So beautiful!"

Seeing this scene, Wen Liuli sighed repeatedly, slowly stretched out his palm and caught a snowflake.

Before Wen Liuli could take a closer look at the snowflake, it had already turned into snow water in her hand.

"The weather is so cold, is there enough carbon in the mansion?"

"Madam, there is enough. Before winter came, the chief steward sent someone to buy some. It is enough for Madam and His Highness to get through the winter."

"Me and His Highness? What about the others?"

Hearing this, Wen Liuli couldn't help but frown. What did this mean?

There are dozens of people in the Wuwang Mansion, are they enough for the two of them? What about the others?

"This... We are servants, so of course we don't need it."

Hearing this, Cuizhu was obviously stunned. Why would the lady ask this?

"Who said that! Call the butler over here!"

Hearing this, Wen Liuli's face immediately showed some displeasure. Why is there a distinction between high and low quality even for burning charcoal?

"this......"

"Go when I tell you to!"

"Yes!"

Wen Liuli seldom spoke to Cuizhu in such a commanding tone, so after seeing Wen Liuli's expression, Cuizhu's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and she quickly bowed and left the Liuli Garden.

After a while, the steward was brought to the yard by Cuizhu.

Although they were in the Prince Wu's Mansion, the chief steward seldom came to Liuli Garden. This was because Tang Tianyu had once warned that no one in the mansion was allowed to disturb the lady, so even for daily expenses, the chief steward went directly to Tang Tianyu.

Tang Tianyu didn't have any government affairs to attend to, and could basically be said to be a free man, so he naturally took on the responsibility of being the head of the family.

"Greetings, Madam. I wonder why Madam asked me to come here?"

Seeing Wen Liuli, the steward bowed quickly and then spoke slowly.

"Let me ask you, did you send someone to buy the carbon in this mansion?"

"My lady, it is this old servant."

Hearing this, the chief steward was stunned. Could it be that something went wrong with the charcoal fire? The lady actually asked about this matter personally.

Of course, Wen Liuli had no intention of blaming him. After all, he was just doing his normal job and had not done anything wrong.

Besides, Wen Liuli had no interest in punishing his servants; it was all for a living.

"It's a little short. I have to go out of the house in a while. You can come with me to buy some more charcoal for the servants in the house. Don't let them get frozen because of the cold weather."

"Huh? This..."

Hearing this, the chief steward was stunned. What does Madam mean by this? Although charcoal is not very expensive, it cannot withstand so many people. There are dozens of people in the mansion. If everyone uses charcoal, it will be a considerable expense.

"Is the mansion short of money?"

Seeing that the steward was still hesitating, Wen Liuli slowly asked.

"Madam, we are not short of money. In addition, someone sent us 4,000 taels of silver yesterday. We are now considered wealthy."

Speaking of the four thousand taels of silver, Wen Liuli just remembered that this was the money she won from Jing Zixian two nights ago. Putting aside her own capital, the winnings alone amounted to a full four thousand taels of silver, which almost emptied the money of the entire gambling house.

When the chief steward received this batch of silver and money, he almost collapsed. God knows what the Madam and the Prince were doing outside, but someone brought back several thousand taels of silver in just one night.

Even with his knowledge, he had hardly ever seen so much silver.

"If you have money, then go buy it."

"Although charcoal is cheap, don't waste it. Go and rearrange the servants' quarters so that as many people as possible can live in one room. This way, they can stay warm and save charcoal."

"Thank you ma'am!"

Hearing this, the steward's eyes suddenly lit up. Wen Liuli's idea was indeed a good one. If everyone lived together, it would be warmer with more people. In addition, Wen Liuli would buy charcoal for them, so they could spend this winter comfortably.

However, this might still be a considerable expense. After all, no matter how crowded it was, it would take nearly ten rooms for all the people in the Wuwang Mansion to live in. A rough calculation showed that the charcoal for ten rooms might cost several dozen more taels of silver this winter.

He had never dared to imagine such treatment, but Wen Liuli did it anyway, just because he was worried that they would freeze to death.

In this world, it is rare to find someone as caring as Wen Liuli towards his subordinates.

Not to mention them, I'm afraid that none of the eunuchs in the palace have charcoal fire to burn.

"Well, is your highness awake?"

"Go back to my wife, I don't know."

"Forget it, forget about him, let's go."

"Yes!"

Tang Tianyu hardly needed anyone to take care of his daily life, and he knew how to avoid suspicion, for fear that Wen Liuli would be unhappy. He didn't even have a maid around him, and he almost took care of his daily life by himself, unlike what was shown on TV, where he even needed help from others to put on his clothes.

Therefore, in Prince Wu's Mansion, these servants seemed somewhat redundant. Wen Liuli would almost always call Cuizhu or Yuping for help whenever there was something to do. The only ones who were slightly busier were the chefs in the kitchen.

Even now, Tang Tianyu couldn't even call out the names of the servants in the mansion. He only knew the two maids around Wen Liuli and the steward.

The reason why he knew the steward was because he was the head of the family, and everything the steward did needed Tang Tianyu's approval.

About half an hour later, Wen Liuli, Cuizhu and the steward were walking on the streets of the imperial city.

Perhaps because it was cold and snowy, there were few people on the street at this time, and every household had their doors tightly closed. There were almost no traces of people stepping on the snow on the ground, and it was obvious that the people had no intention of appreciating the snowy scene.

In the eyes of ordinary people, beautiful scenery is often not as important as food and clothing to themselves. This is because winter is beautiful in the eyes of rich people, but like hell in the eyes of poor people.

The reason for closing the door tightly was simply because he was afraid that the last bit of warmth in the room would leak out.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Wen Liuli let out a long sigh. If such a scene were placed on Blue Star, it would definitely be a good time for children to have fun, making snowmen, having snowball fights, and it would be a happy scene.

But in this world of immortality, all she saw was freezing cold, apart from the beautiful scenery.

Of course, the streets are not completely empty. After all, keeping warm is not enough. You can't stay warm on an empty stomach, right?

The people coming and going on the street are mostly people who are struggling for a living. Most of them are thinly dressed, their cheeks are purple from the cold, and they can only rely on movement to barely maintain their body temperature, and the reason for this is nothing more than a bite of food.

As the three of them walked, an old figure slowly appeared in their eyes.

This was an old man who looked to be around 70 years old. He looked dark all over, with countless patches on his thin clothes. He only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet, which looked a little thick but were not warm enough. His ankles had turned purple from the cold, and he was curled up in a corner, shivering.

Next to the old man, there was a cart full of black charcoal. It was obvious that the old man was a charcoal seller.

Seeing this old man, Wen Liuli couldn't help but curl her lips. Thinking about it carefully, this charcoal seller was about the same age as the emperor's grandfather, but they lived completely different lives.

After a moment, Wen Liuli sighed, then shook his head and spoke slowly:

Sell ​​charcoal weng, cut the wood and burn charcoal in Nanshan.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were grey and black with ten fingers.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body and the food in the mouth.

Poor shirt is single, worrying about charcoal and wishing it will be cold.

"What a pitiful sentence, the poor man is wearing only a few clothes, and he is worried about the cheap coal and hopes for a cold weather!"

Just as Wen Liuli was reciting poetry with tears in her eyes, there was a sudden burst of applause from behind her.