In the past, Lin Mu rarely came to the Miscellaneous Servant Pavilion, and he never imagined that Lin Xiaowan would suffer such treatment here.

The flames of anger erupted like a volcano in an instant, and they poured out frantically with the momentum of the heavens and the earth cracking.

"Stop!" Lin Mu kicked the door open suddenly, and the bruises on his forehead jumped.

The middle-aged woman is Zhao Fang, who is the steward of the miscellaneous service pavilion.

Hearing the loud shouting, she was taken aback, but when she found out that it was Lin Mu, her expression suddenly became disapproving, and she said angrily: "Yo, it turned out to be Young Master Lin." ”

If this was another disciple of the Lin family, she would definitely be able to slap her horse right now.

But Lin Mukong has an identity, whether he wants status or not, whether he wants strength or not, he is not taken into account by her at all.

"Less...... Master. Lin Xiaowan lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes with his little hands, as if he was very guilty.

Seeing Lin Mu suddenly appear, her first thought was not to complain, nor to complain, but to feel guilty for hiding her situation from Lin Mu.

Heartache!

Sad!

Lin Mu knew Lin Xiaowan so much, he didn't know what she thought, he only felt that his heart was like being pricked by a needle, and it was extremely stinging.

His reason almost collapsed, Lin Mu's eyes turned red, like an enraged lion, staring at Zhao Fang and roaring: "Slut, look for death." ”

Bang!

The spiritual power instantly converged in his palm and slapped at Zhao Fang.

But this palm did not hit Zhao Fang, but was stopped by a burly young man.

"Lin Zhaojun?"

Looking at this young man, Lin Mu's pupils condensed, and said in a cold tone: "Get out of the way, I don't care about you in the past, but if you stop me today, you will bear the consequences." ”

Lin Zhaojun, the son of Lin Anfu, the chief housekeeper of the Lin Mansion, and his former younger brother.

When his father Lin Nan was still there, Lin Zhaojun saddled up in front of him every day, flattering and flattering, but since his father disappeared and his status plummeted, Lin Zhaojun's face immediately changed dramatically, and he took refuge in his cousin, Lin Feilong, the son of the fourth uncle.

"At your own risk? Yo, I'm so scared, Young Master Lin is talking to me in this tone again. Lin Zhaojun patted his chest, and then spat out, "Waste, it's time for you to wake up, do you think you're still the old eldest young master?" ”

"In the past, others let you, that was to be afraid of your father, but unfortunately the old man of the third uncle has disappeared, and now you are a waste of your own words, without your father's protection, what else do you have to be proud of?"

Seeing Lin Zhaojun's disgusting face, Lin Mu couldn't wait to step on it, but in the past few days, he has experienced the warmth and coldness of human affection, and knows that some of what these people say is right, he is indeed not the Lin family, and he will only suffer like that.

Lin Zhaojun is a fourth-order martial artist.

Zhao Fang also echoed on the side: "What kind of bullshit young master, you still have to rely on the maid to raise you, you really treat yourself as a green onion." ”

When Zhao Fang's words came out, not only Lin Zhaojun's eyes showed a look of ridicule, but even the servants around him shook their heads, and their eyes looking at Lin Mu were full of strangeness.

"What do you mean?" Lin Mu was stunned.

"Does this maid give you a hundred copper coins every month?" Zhao Fang's face was full of playfulness, "Do you know, what is her monthly salary?" ”

Lin Mu had realized that something was wrong at this time, and his voice was a little dry: "Isn't it two hundred copper coins?" ”

Because Lin Mu wanted to practice, the second aunt deducted his resources, and the monthly allowance was not enough, so Lin Xiaowan would give him one hundred copper coins every month.

couldn't excuse himself, plus he thought that Lin Xiaowan's salary was two hundred copper coins per month, after all, this was the standard salary of the Lin Mansion's miscellaneous servants, so Lin Xiaowan gave him one hundred every month, and he accepted it.

But Zhao Fang's tone and the eyes of others made Lin Mu's face sink, and he thought that he, the young master, had been deducted every month, so how could Lin Xiaowan, a maid who had a close relationship with him, be safe and worry-free!

"Hahaha, the eldest young master condemns me, you yourself are not noble, and you don't even know that your loyal maid only has a salary of one hundred copper coins per month."

Zhao Fang laughed disdainfully, what a bullshit young master, he still has to rely on his own servants to support him, and his life is not as good as his own steward.

"Little Bowl, You ......"

Lin Mu's heart was shocked again, and he looked at Lin Xiaowan with complicated eyes, this stupid girl, who only had a salary of one hundred copper coins a month, gave it all to herself.

This means that Lin Xiaowan doesn't even have the money to buy clothes except for the food and lodging provided by the Lin Mansion.

"Young master, I'm fine." Lin Xiaowan's voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Hmph, don't play stupid here, do my work."

Zhao Fang didn't have the slightest sympathy, although she despised Lin Mu, but after all, Lin Mu's identity was there, she didn't dare to scold openly, and she had no scruples about Lin Xiaowan.

Lin Mu suppressed his anger, with Lin Zhaojun here, he calmed down and stared at Zhao Fang: "What are you going to let Xiaowan do?" ”

"Kill a hundred fish." Zhao Fang smiled, "This is the task assigned by the second master's mother, if it is delayed, there is this cheap maid, not to mention this month's salary, and next month's salary will have to be deducted." ”

was beaten by Zhao Fang just now, and Lin Xiaowan's reaction was not great, but when he heard that his salary was going to be deducted, he immediately became anxious: "I'll go, I'll go right away." ”

"Wait." Lin Mu suddenly spoke.

"Young master, face is important, but money is more important, if you don't work, you still want to take money?" Zhao Fang thought that Lin Mu had lost face and wanted to stop Lin Xiaowan from working.

"Young master, you don't have to care about me, I do chores every day, and I've long been used to it." Lin Xiaowan also hurriedly said.

Lin Mu ignored Zhao Fang, and touched Lin Xiaowan's little head distressedly: "I'll go with you." ”

"How can this work, young master, how noble your status is, how can you do chores like me." Lin Xiaowan kept shaking his little hand.

The eyes of the others also widened, and Lin Zhaojun deliberately exclaimed loudly: "What? I heard me right, the eldest young master is going to do those menial chores? ”

"Lin Zhaojun, Zhao Fang, you two miscellaneous pieces, Lao Tzu endured it first, and when my cultivation is promoted, I will beat you to death."

Lin Mu was furious in his heart, but now he could only endure it and looked at Lin Xiaowan seriously, "Xiaowan, you don't believe the young master?" Listen to me. ”

"Okay."

Seeing that Lin Mu was so serious, Lin Xiaowan couldn't refuse, nodded heavily, and was extremely moved in his heart, the young master was willing to do chores for himself, and it was worth it to do anything for the young master.

In the eyes of countless people who watched the show, Lin Xiaowan took Lin Mu to the farm in the backyard of the Miscellaneous Servant Pavilion.

"Young master, if you don't feel dirty, just stand outside, and I'll come." Looking at the dirty ground, Fang Hu said stupidly.

"It's all here, how can there be a reason to just see and not do it."

Seeing the fish in the farm, Lin Mu couldn't wait in his heart, he urgently needed to know if killing fish could absorb vitality like killing crabs.

At the beginning, he was a little rusty, don't look at him as a second-order martial artist, since he was a child, except for the cordyceps that was accidentally injured, he really never killed a life.

Fortunately, with Lin Xiaowan by his side, he finally succeeded.

The palm of his hand was slightly hot, and a sense of qi that was a thousand times stronger than killing a crab flew into his body from Lin Mu's palm.