Quick Transmigration: The Carefree Life of a Background Character

After the meal, Ziyue took the two sisters into a clothing store and bought them several outfits and shoes. Although the two sisters repeatedly declined, they couldn't resist their Miss Qing's insistence.

"I won't buy any more for you. Please accept these. Consider them a welcome gift since you've just arrived. From now on, your monthly allowance will be five taels of silver, and you'll need to buy them yourselves after that."

She remembered reading in TV dramas or novels that the master would prepare several sets of clothes for the maids and servants every year, such as two sets of summer clothes and one set of winter cotton clothes.

Hai, she wasn't quite sure either.

However, she is not a miser; she never mistreats those around her.

In addition, it's not that Ziyue didn't want to give more in monthly stipends, but rather that she had already given enough.

Even in wealthy families, a maid's monthly salary was only two taels of silver, and some might not even be one tael or a few strings of copper coins. So, the five taels of silver she gave was already considered an astronomical wage.

However, as long as she can be taken care of in every way, she would be happy to receive any amount of monthly pay!

Next, they bought some daily necessities, arranged for someone to deliver rice, flour, and cooking oil to their door, and then went home with bags and packages.

As for various ingredients, Qingyun and Qingshu would buy the freshest ones every day. After all, there were no refrigerators in ancient times. Apart from rice and flour, which could be stored for a while, it was better to buy vegetables and meat on the spot.

Back home, the two sisters boiled water for Ziyue to bathe. After the bath, the two girls insisted that one of them stay to keep watch for her at night, but Ziyue said that she knew martial arts and did not need anyone to keep watch, and forcefully sent the two girls to rest.

Ziyue thought that since they were both girls, the two little girls might not feel safe. It seemed she would have to find a few guards. Thinking about this, she drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Ziyue woke up at 10 a.m. 999 brand clock, you deserve to have one!

Besides, she also has a lot of watches and clocks in her online space.

Hearing the noise, Qingyun and Qingshu knocked on the door and came in.

The two of them had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

Ziyue likes to sleep in late. I guess most modern people are night owls. She watches movies or reads novels at night and goes to bed a little later. Naturally, she doesn't get up early the next day.

"I usually get up around this time every morning, so you two don't need to come so early anymore," Ziyue instructed the two.

The two nodded in agreement. Qingyun helped Ziyue wash up, and Qingshu took the opportunity to bring up breakfast.

Crystal steamed dumplings have thin skins and generous fillings. One bite reveals tender and smooth meat, a chewy outer skin, and juicy inside, without being greasy at all.

The mixed vegetable pancakes are golden and crispy, with a unique flavor.

Blanched bok choy is crisp and refreshing.

Brown sugar steamed cake, fragrant and soft.

The sweet glutinous rice porridge is cooked until it blooms, and it looks very appetizing.

While eating, Ziyue asked, "Qingyun and Qingshu, have you two eaten yet?"

“Miss, we have already had breakfast,” Qingyun replied.

"Okay, then you don't need to get up so early in the morning anymore. If you really can't sleep, you can walk around in the yard after you get up and get some exercise. You can come over when I get up."

“Yes, Miss.” Qingyun and Qingshu nodded in agreement.

They felt incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful mistress who bought them clothes, fed them delicious food, and treated them so well. They were determined to work even harder to repay her.

After finishing their meal, Ziyue took Qingyun and Qingshu and went out.

Yesterday she only took a brief stroll around Qili Street. In the next couple of days, she plans to take the two of them to explore the entire city of Luocheng.

So Qingyun and Qingshu followed their young lady around Luocheng for the past few days, wandering all over the streets, big and small.

The two of them also personally experienced that their young lady was a free-spirited and capricious person.

He's decisive, generous, and incredibly skilled in martial arts!

As for how they knew this, here's what happened.

That day, the group was passing through a small alley when they suddenly heard cries for help coming from inside. Ziyue immediately slipped inside.

Qingyun and Qingshu exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed. No matter what, they had to protect their young lady.

However, Qingyun and Qingshu were stunned to see the burly men lying on the ground, begging for mercy and fleeing in panic.

Oh, so, Miss is this skilled in martial arts?!

The young lady's claim that she knows martial arts is true!

"Thank you so much for saving my life, young master. I have no way to repay you. My name is Song Zhiwen. May I ask your honorable name, young master? I will definitely repay your life-saving grace in the future!"

The scholar in blue, who had been rescued, quickly straightened his clothes, came before Ziyue, clasped his hands in greeting, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude!

He looked to be around 20 years old, with a refined and scholarly appearance. No wonder he was bullied without any chance to fight back; he looked like a weak scholar.

"It's nothing. I was just passing by. It was nothing more than a small favor. Don't worry about it."

Looking at the scattered, stained paintings and calligraphy on the ground, Ziyue felt a little sorry for them.

However, she never thought about how anyone could repay her, and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, the man quickly called out to Ziyue, "Benefactor, benefactor, a drop of water in need is a spring of water in return. I will remember your great kindness today and never forget it. Please leave your name or address so that I can visit you in person to express my gratitude in the future."

Seeing his insistence, Ziyue realized this wasn't a good place to talk, and it was lunchtime. Trusting her judgment, and knowing she was short-handed, she decided to take everyone to a restaurant so they could eat and chat.

At the dinner table, Song Zhiwen did not hide his situation, after all, quite a few people knew about his family affairs.

His mother's family had been in business for generations, and his father was a son-in-law who married into the family.

When he was thirteen, his maternal grandparents passed away. His mother was busy with the family business, but his father became addicted to gambling and lost all the family's assets.

He was later beaten and thrown out of the casino by the casino staff, and only then did he come to his senses. He was filled with remorse, but felt ashamed to face his wife, so he committed suicide.

The mother couldn't accept that all the hard work her family had put in over the years had gone to waste, and she fell ill and never recovered.

He was only fifteen years old that year.

For the next few years, he raised his mother alone, working as an accountant for others because his mother needed medical treatment and medicine. Occasionally, he would also set up a stall on the street to sell calligraphy and paintings. He had offended some petty people, which led to this misfortune.

Upon hearing this, Ziyue thought, "He comes from a merchant family, is educated, cultured, filial, good at business and accounting, and has a grateful personality. Isn't that perfect?"

He then conceived the idea of ​​recruiting people to his own service.