Xiuxian Work Log

"Because the Master speaks well, I want to listen."

Cui Jiaojiao walked around Lin Qingyue, frowning and saying something shocking.

"Really? But what the Master said wasn't good at all."

"My brother never learned the rules for men. I thought they were useless. Mother asked me to learn them, but I just took a look at them."

The language reveals confidence and cunning, as well as a sense of condescending contempt.

Cui Jiaojiao was looking down on Lin Qingyue.

Despise her for not sticking to her original intention, despise her for changing her mind and obeying the female teacher even though she clearly disdained the female teacher's knowledge, despise her cowardly and timid behavior, and - she didn't have the vision to see through the surface.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves to Lin Qingyue's feet. Lin Qingyue picked up the fallen leaves and gave them to Cui Jiaojiao.

Cui Jiaojiao glanced at her, then stood in front of her and ignored her actions.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyue withdrew his hand and threw the fallen leaves to the ground.

Cui Jiaojiao finally became impatient.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to go to the farm where Mother Wang is."

Lin Qingyue said.

Cui Jiaojiao was first in disbelief and then furious.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you? Who the hell do you think you are to look down on me?! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know where you are!"

"You'd rather follow a fool than me. What do you take me for?"

"This servant treats the young lady as her master."

Cui Jiaojiao was completely furious and immediately ordered someone to throw Lin Qingyue to the farm in the countryside. The servants nearby looked at Lin Qingyue with a mixture of spectatorship and mockery, as if they were mocking Lin Qingyue for not knowing his own limitations.

The people came very quickly, and the carriage was also very fast. Lin Qingyue was shaking wildly in the carriage. Lin Qingyue felt like he was riding a trampoline, and his butt was shaking so much that it didn't feel like his own.

The driver in front kept waving the rope to make the horses run faster, mumbling in his dialect. Lin Qingyue suspected that he was secretly cursing her, but she had no evidence.

The Dust-Breaking System was urging her to get off the bus early.

"Just buy a protective shield and jump in."

"Just jump down? Are you paying points?"

Lin Qingyue felt that Pochen was being unreasonable.

"Can't you just come out for a bit? Why are you being so fussy?"

"Stop brainwashing me. Why can't you be more generous? Are you going to come out or not?"

[The system reminds you that you have been blocked by the Dust Breaking System.]

Lin Qingyue snorted and continued to sit in his seat with a look of despair.

Fortunately, Lin Qingyue finally arrived at a small village two days later after constantly spurring his horse and whipping it.

The groom threw her bag directly on her, said a few words to the steward, and under the steward's respectful gaze, he couldn't wait to go back and report, as if this was some dilapidated place.

As soon as the groom left, the manager put away his smile and spoke coldly to Lin Qingyue.

"Mother Wang, right? It just so happens that the thatched cottage she lives in has a woodshed. You can live there."

On the way to the thatched cottage where Mother Wang lived, Lin Qingyue clearly saw several brick houses.

Finally, they stopped beside a thatched hut. Mother Wang came out and looked at Lin Qingyue in shock.

Lin Qingyue looked at the other person's worn clothes and gray hair, and could hardly believe that this was Mother Wang.

Is this change too big?

"long time no see!"

Mother Wang obviously didn't want to meet her, but she didn't dare to refute the steward's order, so she could only silently let Lin Qingyue live in the woodshed.

The firewood room, as the name suggests, is a place to store firewood. Spread a mat and add a quilt on the open space, and it becomes a bed.

It was even worse than the Syrian-style house Lin Qingyue had lived in before. The best room she had lived in so far was the courtyard that Hua Xiangrong had rented. Everything was good there, except that the toilet was not very convenient.

After the manager left, Mother Wang immediately asked Lin Qingyue.

"How did you come?"

"Because I miss you."

"Madam finally realized that you are the culprit? Then why don't you let me go back?"

"Because I miss you."

"Madam must have been deceived. No, I'm going to find Madam and ask for justice for me!"

Lin Qingyue got angry and pointed at Mother Wang.

"I already told you it's because I missed you! How many more times do you want me to say it?!"

Mother Wang was stunned and couldn't help crying. She covered her face, pushed Lin Qingyue away and ran away.

"Who asked you to remind me? I've already fallen to this point, what else do you want from me?!"

After Mother Wang left, Lin Qingyue looked at the crowded woodshed and was struggling in his heart over whether he should threaten Mother Wang to give up her room.

Finally, in the middle of the night, she restrained her thoughts, took a piece of firewood from the woodshed, and went to the housekeeper's house.

The manager's house was a small brick house, and Lin Qingyue was very satisfied with it as it met her requirements.

When the manager woke up, he was startled by Lin Qingyue standing at the head of the bed. However, Lin Qingyue did not give him any response and directly forced him to choose.

"I'm going to sleep here, you get out."

The manager thought he was dreaming, but Lin Qingyue directly put the firewood in front of him to force him to understand clearly.

"You're not dreaming, I'm serious."

What are you serious about? The manager took a look at the tiny figure opposite him and thought she was dreaming.

"Get out of here, or I'll beat you up!"

He didn't get out, and he didn't fight either. Faced with Lin Qingyue's powerful force, the manager had no choice but to give in and came up with a new method in a hurry.

"How can my little place be more comfortable than the main house?"

"Isn't this bad?" Lin Qingyue didn't really want to move.

The manager directly used the key to open the largest main house in the manor and let Lin Qingyue stay there.

Lin Qingyue was stunned by the speed. Of course, she would catch it from time to time and secretly inform the manager to teach him a lesson.

"If I catch you once, you'll get five taels of silver."

The manager gritted his teeth and took out the silver, his hands shaking.

"Can't you have less this time?"

"No, ten taels next time."

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In the town, a bustling scene unfolded. A crowd gathered, animatedly chatting. Inside, a young man knelt on the ground, before him lay a dead body resembling the young man's. It was covered by a rolled-up mat, and on the ground lay a piece of paper with the words "Selling Myself to Bury My Father" written on it.

The four words "selling oneself to bury one's father" were also chewed over and over again by the people around him.

"A grown man actually sold himself to bury his father! With that much strength, couldn't he just do hard labor?!"

"What a miserable life! My family doesn't even have enough money for a funeral. I need a thin wooden coffin at least, which costs twenty taels of silver!"

"How can his family have any money? Even if they sell the house, they'll only get ten taels of silver, which still won't make up the twenty taels. I heard from the owner of the Cui family shop that if they don't get the remaining ten taels of silver, the coffin they promised us will have to go to someone else."

"I guess there's nothing I can do about it. How can I be buried in peace without a coffin? Are we going to let the dead rest in peace?"

“Even the living cannot live in peace.”

Everyone was explaining or commenting, and the boy raised his head and let them look at him and talk.

Ten taels of silver were handed over.

The boy looked over.

He was a young monk, a young boy of about thirteen, with a pure and elegant appearance, and dressed in ordinary clothes.

"If you need it, please take it."

Everyone was still not shocked by the fact that the young monk could take out ten taels of silver at such a young age.

Suddenly a hand snatched the silver from the little monk's hand.

"I can't give it to him."