It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

"If we don't go into Xiangshan Temple, we can't just look for someone outside the temple?"

Jiang Yan felt that he could exploit a loophole. Baiqing Taoist Temple and Xiangshan Temple did not openly quarrel with each other and force pilgrims to choose between the two.

"You absolutely can't go. Going there would be an offense to both parties. If word gets out, not only would Baiqing Taoist Temple be inferior for no reason, but the girl and the whole mansion would also be accused of not following the rules."

Well, since Mrs. Yang has said it so seriously, Jiang Yan can’t be so ungrateful as to force it.

Seeing that they were in a stalemate again, Yile said, "We can ask the guards to go down the mountain to hire people. When I came here, I saw many people squatting under the wooden shed next to the stable."

There's a wooden shed next to the stable? Jiang Yan was so engrossed in her escape plan that morning that she didn't pay attention to the surrounding facilities.

"Yes, there are a lot of people waiting for work." After being reminded, Mrs. Yang agreed, but did not help Miss Fu decide whether to hire anyone.

The people at the foot of the mountain were different from the guards in the mansion, and they were not like the sedan chair bearers outside Xiangshan Temple who only served the rich and dressed respectably.

If she gets called up and becomes picky, you'll end up getting left out. Why bother? Some decisions have to be made by the girl herself.

At this moment, Fu Weixin was sitting on the rocks covered with handkerchiefs by Baoqin, Tingying and others, and was enjoying the full range of massage and soothing services provided by several maids.

After hearing the conversation between Yile and Nanny Yang, she hesitated for a while before speaking reluctantly, "Give them more money so they can clean themselves up and change into decent clothes before coming to carry the sedan chair."

Mrs. Yang: I knew it...

Jiang Yan: If you're so particular, why did you choose me, a poor person with tattered clothes and mud on my face, to be your maid? You can't just tolerate it because I was a witness...

Yile also realized that the girl's idea was not feasible, so he leaned over and whispered to her that there was no shop at the foot of the mountain willing to lend good clothes to that group of people. They didn't need them for their daily work and wouldn't carry them with them.

Fu Weixin has always lived a wealthy life. The most miserable people he has ever seen in his life are only in Dongshan Village.

Even when she was a child and was forced to follow the family servants all the way to seek refuge with her aunt, she stayed in the carriage and was well protected along the way, and never saw the working people.

Not to mention that although there were poor people who sold their bodies into the mansion, they had already been properly taken care of by the time they came to her, and were clean and decent all over.

Fu Weixin cast his gaze at the guards present and suddenly had an idea.

She pointed at the four people and said, "You four go down the mountain now and hire some men. Then have them put on your outer robes and carry the sedan chair."

Guessing that the chosen guards would be unhappy, she added, "I'll give each of you a subsidy—"

"One monthly stipend." Mrs. Yang continued.

Mrs. Yang knew that Fu Weixin had no idea about money and was worried that she would promise to give him a few taels of silver.

It’s not that we can’t give them money, but these people can’t even do their job well, so if we give them too much, they will become the ones being taken advantage of.

If clothes got dirty, they could just be washed. Borrowing clothes for a monthly fee was a godsend and a windfall for the few guards who were called out.

The two guards who were not called watched them rushing down the mountain to pick people, and were so happy that they forgot their sore legs. They couldn't help but feel envious and regretful. Why didn't they get a chance to do such a good thing?

How could such a good thing not be hers? Jiang Yan felt a little jealous. She had entertained Fu Nulang for so many days, but she didn't even get a single spiritual compensation...