The general kneels on the washboard again

The snow fell silently, with only the crackling of firewood. Yue Niang still responded: "Don't worry, Grandma. I will go and prepare it when the snow stops tomorrow."

Yue Niang still did not accept the silver, but she could not resist her grandmother's enthusiasm.

Mother Ji warmed the bed and helped the old lady to sleep.

After helping her grandmother to sleep, Mother Ji came out again, only to find Yue Niang was still there.

Urged Yue Niang: "Miss, you should also go to bed early. I will wait for the Third Master."

Yue Niang took out the silver that her grandmother had given her: "Mother Ji, what did grandma do?"

Mother Ji said helplessly: "The old lady pawned the white jade bell hairpin that the old man gave her."

She wiped away tears as she spoke: "The old lady couldn't bear to see the victims suffer."

Yue Niang put the silver into Mother Ji's hand and went into the house to get some more: "Mother Ji, go and redeem the hairpin tomorrow. I still have some spare money on hand, which is enough."

"Miss? You bought the yard next door, and it's snowing these days, so you can't do any business. Where do you have the spare money?"

"Mother Ji, you and grandmother have never asked me about it, so how can you conclude that I have no money?"

In fact, Yue Niang couldn’t understand those account books at all, but she knew that her money was increasing.

She put on a bitter face again: "Mother Ji, I can't see those account books. I will bring them to grandma tomorrow and let her teach me."

Naturally, the first skill for the mistress of a large mansion is housekeeping, and the most important thing for a housekeeper is the account book.

Yue Niang has no interest in men, but she is interested in money, so she has to learn the accounting skill.

Mother Ji patted Yue Niang's head lovingly and said, "Okay, Miss, go to bed now. The Third Master should be back soon."

I originally wanted to stay with Mother Ji for a while longer, but then I remembered that I still had to deal with the porridge distribution matter tomorrow.

I simply sorted out the gifts given by Chalcedony, took out the pastries and food, and then went to wash up obediently.

......

Early the next morning, Fu Shichuan stood outside Yue Niang's door.

Last night, he was furious when he heard Mother Ji talk about Old Madam Fu's plan.

I was afraid that Yue Niang would be angry, so I got up very early today.

Yue Niang stretched lazily and came out: "Uncle San, you're up so early?"

Fu Shichuan felt relieved when he saw that Yue Niang didn't seem to be affected.

Fu Shichuan tried to comfort Yue Niang: "Yue'er, don't blame your grandmother for thinking too much about the Fu family. Not to mention those bastards, your grandfather and your mother have spent their entire lives protecting the Fu family. But your grandmother doesn't know that your eldest brother has been blinded by greed and is beyond redemption."

This was true. When Xu Shushen was alive, she was also kind and generous. For the sake of the Fu family, she even broke off relations with her adoptive father. However, Fu Shiqing was too greedy.

At that time, Yue Niang thought he was just similar to Ding Jingen.

"Don't worry, Uncle San. For the sake of my grandparents and my mother, I will also consider the Fu family."

Yue Niang spoke sincerely, but all she was thinking about was that her last name was Fu after all.

If I inevitably meet that family again in the future, I must at least become strong enough to struggle.

Yue Niang has been busy these days with her friends, all preparing porridge for distribution.

When the name of the porridge stall was displayed, Mrs. Fu was not very satisfied because it was her maiden name.

She still didn't give up on trying to resolve Yue Niang's indifference towards Shi Qing: "Yue'er, this should say Lingzhou Fu Family."

Lingzhou Fu Family, such a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

"Okay, grandma, I'll listen to you." Yue Niang agreed. She didn't care about these false reputations.

In this way, Yue Niang prepared to distribute porridge while frantically learning the skills of reading account books, and the Lingzhou Fu family porridge stall in Qingshi Town was set up.

When the village head heard about this, he was very happy. After all, this meant that the town’s public granary would have one less expense.

The New Year is just a few days away, but in this extremely cold weather, Fu Shichuan is seeing patients in the town again.

A woman came to the porridge shop, which made Yue Niang's eyes light up. She saw that the woman was about the same age as Erya, with a cold and elegant temperament, and carrying a pipa on her back.

The white clothes he was wearing had become a little dark, perhaps because he had worn them for a long time. He ate in a very elegant manner, without wolfing down his food.

If it weren't for her sallow cheeks and hungry eyes, Yue Niang would never have associated the word "disaster victim" with her.

Seeing that she was only wearing a single layer of clothing, Yue Niang took the clothing that Erya was covering herself with on the hay in the ox cart.

There were so many refugees, but the first thing she saw was that she wanted to help her.

Yue Niang took an extra bun and walked over, handing her the clothes and bun together: "What's your name?"

"Zhou Ruoyan."

"Can you play the pipa?"

Zhou Ruoyan nodded vigorously: "I will, but I won't be a concubine."

Yue Niang was amused: "I also don't know how to get married."

Zhou Ruoyan raised her head and looked at the little girl. Just now at the porridge shed, she saw that these older people all listened to her.

Yue Niang then asked, "Would you like to tell me why you became a refugee?"

Zhou Ruoyan swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun and said, "I'm from Zhoujia Village. My parents were ordinary people and died in the famine."

Yue Niang looked at the pipa on her back and wondered if ordinary people could afford to send their children to learn to be musicians?

"Ordinary people, then how can you play the pipa?"

Zhou Ruoyan subconsciously protected the pipa behind her: "This is my mother's legacy, don't try to get your hands on it."

He looked at the porridge again and asked, "You didn't poison it, did you?"

Yue Niang was amused by her expression and said, "I'm asking how you, with your ordinary family background, can afford to learn the pipa?"

Zhou Ruoyan suddenly realized: "Oh, my parents were quite wealthy when they were young, so they could certainly afford to learn. As for me, they were the ones who taught me."

Zhou Ruoyan didn't say the second half of the sentence, she could only say in her heart that her parents said that if she had multiple skills, she would never starve to death.

But the only family that Qingshi Town recruited was the Ding family, and that disgusting man wanted to be his concubine.

After the torture, Yue Niang extended her hand to her: "My name is Fu Yue Niang. I'm looking for someone who can play music. Are you interested?"

Zhou Ruoyan was a little wary: "Could it be that your parents and brothers are looking for concubines? Are they just looking for musicians, with no other purpose?"

Although she asked this, Zhou Ruoyan had already trusted Yue Niang. How could a little girl who braved the cold wind and snow to distribute porridge to provide disaster relief have any bad intentions?

Trust between people is that simple.

Yue Niang replied, "No, I just want to find a musician. Why don't you play a song for me first and give me a simple interview?"

Zhou Ruoyan: "Interview? What is that?" She asked while taking off the pipa on her back.

Amid the rustling winter snow, the leisurely music seemed to dispel the cold.

At last, Yue Niang clapped her hands and said, "It's beautiful. Will you come with me?"

Zhou Ruoyan seemed to have made a huge decision: "Okay, I'll just die if I stay here anyway."

The rich live in luxury, while the poor freeze to death on the streets. This is Yue Niang's biggest feeling on this trip.

The Ding family set off fireworks for half the night today, but I don’t know what they were celebrating.

In the corners of the streets of Qingshi Town, there were a few people in ragged clothes shivering every few steps.

The bodies of those who died would be cleared away at daybreak, as if no one had ever frozen to death.