The late summer sun was still dazzling, there was no wind, and the trees in the courtyard were motionless, shimmering in the bright sun.

It's hot.

In the small kitchen of the Yuhu Annex, an old woman dressed in coarse cloth was eating at the court.

The habit of eating is that there are only two meals a day, generally getting up early to go out to work, coming back for breakfast when the sun is big, and then eating the evening eclipse until the afternoon when the sun is slanting, which can not only save food, but also free up time for work.

Of course, the rich and noble have snacks or something every day, and they will never go hungry.

Wu Ziheng is not in the courtyard today, Granny Han naturally won't make any other pastries, seeing her granddaughter Xiaojing coming in from outside with a smile, she is still busy with her hands, but asks: "Xiaojing, there is another girl in the Zhuangzi?" How's your temperament? Does Childe like it? ”

Han Pozi's son was originally a domestic slave of the Jin State Mansion, grew up with Wu Ziheng since he was a child, and later came to the army to become a deputy general under Wu Ziheng, but he was folded on the battlefield and failed to come back.

Now the two have taken off their lowly status.

At this time, it is natural for a slave to die for the sake of the family, not to mention that the son still died on the battlefield, with the compensation of the imperial court, after Mrs. Han was sad, she thanked Wu Ziheng for his kindness and did everything in the villa. Seeing that Wu Ziheng was in his twenties and had not yet started a family, and even the woman had not seen him close, he couldn't help but be anxious for him, so he asked more about it.

Hearing grandma ask, Xiaojing pouted and said, "It's not like that, grandma, don't worry about it, it's not happy to let your son know." ”

However, Mrs. Han did not give up: "Wait a minute, I'll go over and take a look." ”

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When I arrived at Yuhu Villa yesterday, it was almost dusk, Mo Shu packed up her things, filled in some snacks brought from the palace, made some cold water to freshen up, and settled.

I don't know how long this house has not been inhabited, there is a musty smell, and the tent is a little old, but fortunately it is summer, so it will not be frozen.

Mo Shu didn't sleep well, and when she saw that the sky was getting bright, she got up and freshened up by herself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Now she is the kind of uneasy and kind-hearted woman in the novels of her previous life, and she can have such conditions, which is already considered preferential treatment, and there is nothing to complain about. She would not expect Wu Ziheng to be fascinated as soon as she saw her, and spoiled her from then on.

Wu Ziheng only returned to Beijing after making military achievements, and yesterday she also said that her makeup was eye-catching, but she was not a good person.

And I don't know if Wu Ziheng has anything that Concubine Yang needs, and it is really difficult to complete what Concubine Yang explained.

Mo Shu dispelled these unrealistic thoughts, changed into a homely dress and went to the well outside to fetch water.

This wooden barrel is already heavy, and when you put water in it, it will sink even more, and Mo Shu can only lift half a bucket at a time. And on one occasion she mentioned the door, and tripped over the threshold, but fortunately she stood firm, but the water she had worked so hard to carry was spilled. When the water tank in the yard was halfway filled, his hands were numb and painful, and they were red.

Mo Shu looked at the sky speechlessly, and after freshening up, she was about to get something to eat, only to remember that this was two meals a day.

It's not in the Song State Mansion now, but there are no snacks to fill your stomach.

The mood suddenly went bad. Mo Shu thought that she was only eleven years old, and if she didn't eat enough, it would affect her growth, and maybe her health would be bad, so she felt bad.

But there is no way, now such an embarrassing identity has no conditions to improve life.

Mo Shu sighed, found a broom made of bamboo branches outside, and went to clean the yard honestly, and sprinkled water after sweeping it so as not to raise dust.

Seeing that the sun was not early, Mo Shu returned to the house and found that there was actually a small kitchen in the yard, but there was a lot of dust, not even firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Despite this, Mo Shu set about tidying up the kitchenette. Then she felt empty in her stomach, and just as she was trying to find something to eat, she heard footsteps outside.

Mo Shu was overjoyed, and when she went to the door, she saw that Xiao Jing was wearing a light blue floral dress, holding a basket in her hand, and helped an old woman with gray temples to come in.

The old woman had a gentle smile on her face, but Xiao Jing looked disdainful.

Seeing Mo Shu, the old woman looked up and down, smiled and said, "This is Mo girl?" Sure enough, he was born with a good appearance. Now that the son is not here, the villa is not so particular, and the old woman has brought some oil, salt, rice, noodles, vegetables and fruits, and how to eat it has to be done by Miss Lao. ”

Mo Shu didn't know what to call it, and hurriedly said, "I'm tired of the old man." ”

Just as she was about to take over the basket, Mrs. Han had already entered the kitchen, and when she saw that it was clean and tidy, she couldn't help nodding secretly, and when she walked in, she also saw that the yard was sprinkled and swept over, and she had a good impression of Mo Shu in her heart.

Mrs. Han put down the basket and asked Mo Shu Nian Geng's geometry and other trivial things.

Mo Shu answered them one by one, but seeing Xiao Jing's disdainful appearance next to him, he felt that this little girl was really interesting.

Mrs. Han didn't delay Mo Shu's food, said a few words, and left.

But Xiao Jing fell behind under the pretext of saying to Mo Shu: "I didn't expect you to be quite acquainted." But I've seen a lot of you like this, don't think that you can coax me by pretending to sweep the ground, just now I saw that there are still fallen leaves on the ground, hurry up and sweep it clean, otherwise, you will have a hard time! ”

After saying that, he walked away triumphantly.

Listening to the meaning of Xiaojing's words, I have seen many women who were given to Wu Ziheng by others before? But so what? Mo Shu didn't think she needed to make Xiaojing happy, it seemed that this little girl was not the warbler Yanyan next to Wu Ziheng, but like a maid or a relative?

Mo Shu didn't think too much about it, she was hungry now, so she took a small handful of greens from the top of the basket and saw what was underneath.

In addition to the greens, there was also a bag of blackened flour in the basket, I don't know what kind of noodles it was; and a small jar of rapeseed oil, which doesn't look very good; There was also a small vial of clumpy, dirty-looking powder.

Is this salt?

Mo Shu hesitated for a moment, looking at the lump that didn't look very good, and finally put it in her mouth with her finger.

A bitter, astringent, and strange and disgusting taste melted in his mouth, and he barely felt the salty taste, Mo Shu didn't care about any image and demeanor at all, he spit it out at once, and hurriedly found water to rinse his mouth, and when he looked at the salt cube again, he was already shocked.

Mo Shu knew in his previous life that salt had always been a very important material in ancient times, related to the daily life of the people, but the output of the Central Plains was very small, and the imperial court looked very closely, and salt was needed to buy and sell salt, so there were people who sold illicit salt from the coast to the Central Plains to make huge profits.

Could it be that the same is true of the current girders?

When reading novels in her previous life, Mo Shu had seen someone who said that she had made a fortune by making salt in the Sui and Tang dynasties or before, and she couldn't understand at that time that there were a lot of salt wells in the Central Plains salt fields, and salt making was so simple, even if she knew how to dry salt from the seawater, would no one make this so-called brine salt?

Now Mo Shuyi recalls that he has really seen brine salts near Chang'an, but no one has developed and utilized them, so it can be seen that it is estimated that it is also because he doesn't know how to get it.