It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Yile led Jiang Yan back out.

Seeing that Jiang Yan was at a loss as she had just arrived, Yile planned to take her back to the east room to put down her luggage, and then sort out the girl's supplies.

The door slid open, and Yile walked to the table and poured Jiang Yan a glass of water. "Drink some water and rest in the room. I have to leave for the capital before 3 p.m. today, and I have a lot of work to do."

"Thank you, sister." Jiang Yan took the porcelain cup, took a big sip, and then asked politely, "We have to leave before 3 p.m. Is there anything I can help with?"

The girl didn't tell him what level of maid Jiang Yan was, nor did she arrange her future duties. Yile didn't dare to let Jiang Yan touch anything around the girl.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Then you can tidy up the things in this room, right?"

Jiang Yan nodded.

Seeing her answer in the affirmative, Yile pointed to the things in the room and said, "These are mine, and those belonged to another maid named Huanyan. Take these bundles and pack Huanyan's things first."

"I've finished packing. If I'm not back yet, please help me pack my things as well."

When Yile went out with Miss Fu, he didn't bring any valuables with him, so it wouldn't be a big deal if Jiang Yan touched them.

When Jiang Yan heard the word Huanyan, a trace of fear flashed across his face, which was seen by Yile.

It was the first time the two met, and their relationship wasn't close enough to get to the bottom of it, not to mention that it was most likely the girl's decision.

After finishing the explanation, Yile said something to Jiang Yan and hurried to the girl's room to tidy up.

Jiang Yan was the only one left in the room.

Jiang Yan still felt a little scared and taboo about touching the belongings of someone who died unjustly. This was completely different from the feeling she had when she wore her mother's clothes and bedding.

......

Although I repeatedly told myself to believe in science, but thinking about the unscientific thing I had encountered such as time travel, I added another sentence to be on the safe side: "Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, I can overcome all suffering."

At this moment, Jiang Yan was extremely grateful to her neighbor's mother-in-law for having a Guanyin Buddhist shrine at home. Although the smoke and fire were everywhere and the small loudspeaker played the Heart Sutra on a loop, which was annoying, it finally allowed her to remember a sentence and put it into use.

As for Huanyan's soul, it might be that she would prefer to be liberated by Taoist scriptures, but there was nothing she could do about it.

I just hope that the wrong will be dealt with and the debt will be repaid.

Jiang Yan was reciting something in his mind and tidying up with his hands all the time. He was so busy that he forgot about his fear.

At the end, Huanyan's things were sorted into three bundles, most of which were clothes, various accessories and cosmetics.

Yile's things barely filled two bags, with only a few accessories and cosmetics, so she probably only brought what was necessary.

When Yile came back, he was surprised to see that the house had been cleaned out.

In fact, she had been cleaning up at the girl's place for a long time, long enough for most people to finish sorting out the things in the east room, so there was no need to be surprised.

However, Huanyan, who lived with her before, always liked to procrastinate on doing these things until the last minute, which made her feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

Half an hour before the afternoon, Jiang Yan and Yi Le sat in chairs in the house in silence.

After a while, Jiang Yan's stomach rumbled and she remembered that she had not eaten properly since last night.

He took out two dry steamed buns from his steamed bun pocket, shared one with Yile, and swallowed them bit by bit with cold water.

This time, the grandmothers and aunts in the village used the best flour at home to make it. Even when it was cold and hard, it was still super fragrant. It’s a pity that the pickled vegetables at home can’t be brought out...