When I got back, I had already dismantled several pieces of clothing.

Having lunch first, Xining happily ate with chopsticks. Having meat to eat every day, eating well and sleeping well, this is life.

The smell of meat made the maids around her keep twitching their noses, and Natsuki finally couldn't help muttering, "I want to eat meat for dinner." ”

This was heard by Ah Ling, who was hiding outside, it was too fragrant, and the young lady ate meat, and it was best to avoid it.

Ah Ling suddenly became angry when she heard this, and lowered her voice: "Are you going to die?" "Those who eat meat are rough and inferior, of course I dare not say this.

Xia Shu pursed his mouth: "Miss can eat meat, why can't I eat it?" I just want to eat meat, and it smells good. ”

"Uh-huh!" Cai Yue nodded violently, and the saliva in her mouth was about to come down.

Ah Ling only stared at the beads, who called the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and the young lady is eating meat in large pieces.

After eating, he wiped his mouth and called someone to come in and clean up. Instructed Ah Ling to prepare pen and ink.

When Ah Ling heard this, she hurriedly called someone to get the desk. Kneeling beside him and smiling: "Miss is about to start the retreat?" Do you need to bring "Nihonki"? ”

Xining was stunned, by the way, she went to the village to meditate, patronized and ate, and forgot about it. So he said, "I want to write a letter back to report my safety, book, let's take the first volume first." ”

It turned out that I was going to write a peace letter, and I had been here for three days, even if I was close, I had to report my peace. So Ah Ling took Xia Shu to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The desk is similar to the dining table, but the desk is larger and longer.

Sitting at the low table, Xining felt so uncomfortable, and felt like she was back when she was the county lord, but there was still a little pestle at that time, and there was nothing here, which was really tiring.

In order to write a little better, the only way to do this is to sit on your knees.

Looking at the exquisite letter paper, Xining couldn't bear to put pen to paper. What is the reason why stationery is so beautiful, and paper is already expensive, and this stationery is even more expensive than silk of the same size.

But it still has to be written, and after recalling the format and tone of the letter written by the lower body master, Xining began to write on the letter paper with cherry blossoms drawn.

Looking at Ah Ling, who was kneeling and writing letters, her eyes were hot, and the young lady was really sensible. It's just that the clothes you wear are a little weird.

"Everything is fine, don't worry about it, I hope my father and mother take care of your health." Finally, it was signed: "Daughter, respectful son." ”

This paper is good-looking, but it's just too small like a postcard.

Alright, that's it!

Xining looked at it with satisfaction, put the letter into the same set of stationery, handed it to Ah Ling to seal, and went to call Saemon.

When Saemon arrived, he knelt down on one leg and saluted, and Rei handed him the letter.

Xining said leisurely in the room: "Please send someone to the Fujiwara Mansion in the city as soon as possible." If someone asks, they say everything is fine here, you know? ”

Listening to the elongated "Got it" at the back, Saemon chuckled in his heart, and immediately nodded and saluted: "Yes!" ”

After taking the letter, he turned his head and left, not even looking at Miss Zunzi, who was dressed strangely and heard that she eats meat every day.

The letter was done, Xining thought about it, it was important to make clothes first, so she went to draw a pattern on the cloth of clothes that had been dismantled in the morning.

You only need to draw a piece of it, and then call the maid who makes the clothes back and forth.

"You cut it out according to this." After Xining finished speaking, he went back to his desk.

After a while, Ah Ling was called and gave her the drawings drawn: "Call the steward, and call the carpenter to send it after finishing it according to this." ”

Ah Ling took the pattern, and suddenly felt that she had just looked away, and the young lady had not returned to normal. Just now, I thought that the young lady was working hard, but it turned out to be a painting.

After reading it, she looked confused and asked cautiously, "Miss, what is this?" ”

"What is this?" The chief steward took the pattern and glared.

Ah Ling said helplessly: "Miss said, this is a table and a chair, her knees hurt, and she can't kneel for a long time." ”

"What?" The chief steward was shocked, you must know that the nobles have beriberi, and if it hurts to the knee, it will not live long.

If you're dead, you're dead, and it's none of his business if he's dead anyway, but he has to put it on display.

The chief steward wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and his voice was slightly choked: "I didn't expect that Miss would ...... The small one will go to the carpenter, and the trouble will tell the young lady to rest assured, and it will be delivered in three days at most. ”

Ah Ling knew that the chief steward had misunderstood, and she didn't bother to explain, anyway, just do the errand. Rolled his eyes, turned and walked away.

When they got back into the house, the four maids had already cut their clothes and began to sew them together. And the young lady was writing with a brush next to her.

"Ah Ling, it's just right to come back." Xining put down his pen: "Put this away, I will continue to write next time." ”

Ah Ling walked over and took a look, and was immediately overjoyed and admired: "It's so well written, Miss is so powerful, Chinese characters can be written even better than the officials in the palace." ”

Xining took the half-wet soft towel handed by Natsuki next to him and wiped his hands: "It's okay, since it's a retreat, you have to come out with something." ”

Ah Ling tears, that's right, otherwise eating meat all day long, tossing strange clothes, where is it like a retreat.

Xining looked at the words on the table, and copied the six lines on the far right of the first page of the first volume of the "Chronicles of Japan" today, and copied some more when he had time. In case someone wants to check, there is also something to take out and fool around.

There are so many ancient tasks, and I finally received two or three young ladies who have practiced calligraphy. The accumulation of these experiences is already a bit of a small success. Although the character cannot be regarded as a calligrapher, it is already considered outstanding here.

It's a pity that in the last mission, most of the experience was into the chip, and she couldn't take it away, so she cheapened the master, otherwise her experience would improve by leaps and bounds.

After finishing these, the kitchen delivery came, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner.

It's a bit too early, and there are twice as many dishes and rice on the table as before. It seems that the people in the kitchen are very smart, knowing that she has a good appetite, and adding the kitchen lady Yueyin in the morning, they all came to please her.

Xining picked up the chopsticks and used up the meal in two bites. Fortunately, it was originally less, but now it has doubled, which is not much, otherwise I really can't eat it.

When the table was moved, Xining instructed: "Starting tomorrow, the first meal in the middle of the hour, the second meal in the middle of the noon, and the third meal in the middle of the unitary time." All the people in the kitchen and so on are added to the monthly silver. ”

That is, one meal at eight o'clock, one at twelve o'clock, and one meal at eighteen o'clock, three meals a day.

Ah Ling burst into tears after hearing this, she finally came, she finally came, she wanted three meals a day, and Miss really wanted to be a rough person.

Fortunately, Miss didn't go to the hot spring today, otherwise Ah Ling would really collapse.

Actually, it's not that I don't want to take a bath, but I can't wash it every day. Xining called someone to bring hot water, cleaned it briefly everywhere on weekdays, and finally soaked his feet. Lay down comfortably and slept.

And Mrs. Akiko of the Fujiwara Mansion got a letter at night, which said that her father and mother had opened it herself, so she took the opportunity to call Fujiwara Michicho.