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After leaving this house in the west of the city, on the way back to the house, Ming Shao slowly counted with her fingers, “The girl bought medicine in the afternoon, paid the doctor, and helped him repair the doors and windows.”
“It took six taels of silver to get the brocade quilt from the storeroom. Even ten taels are not enough for all the work. How can it only add up to one tael? Did the girl make a mistake in counting?”
Although Jiang Lao was young, she was the only girl in the family after all. Since she was a child, she has never made mistakes in calculating and keeping accounts.
Hearing Ming Shao’s words, Jiang Lao shook her head, sighed, and said, “He looks quite pitiful. I don’t want him to pay for the medicine and medical treatment.”
Jiang Lao turned around and glanced at the desolate house, her eyes suddenly turned cold, “After going back, let Jiang Ping find a few guards to come and watch here.”
The master was dying of illness, but the servant named Wang Zhou was nowhere to be seen.
There must be a problem somewhere.
The heavy snow lasted for two days. It finally stopped in the evening of the next day.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the light and shadow of the sky were mixed with a faint layer of gold, and the whole world was embraced into a kind of peace and tranquility, giving people an illusion of warmth.
After Jiang Lao left, Rong Ming keenly noticed that something had changed in the house.
The crumbling door became good after he woke up. Even the windows were repaired.
Dry firewood was added to the charcoal stove that had been abandoned for a long time in the house.
The faint yellow light of fire was reflected in his dark pupils, and Rong Ming took a heavy breath.
He didn’t know whether it was the effect of the medicine or fire, that he felt a little warm in his heart.
On the third day of February, Wang Zhou went to the post office to collect the monthly money sent by the master’s family.
He said a few perfunctory words to the person who sent the money. He lied that Rong Ming’s leg injury was recovering well now and he will soon return home.
Although Rong Ming was the ninth prince, he had not yet reached adulthood and had no official position.
His monthly salary was much less than that of his older brothers. Only sixteen taels a month, which was inadequate and comparable.
People from poor families could afford food and clothing for two or three years with this amount of money.
It was just that when the money passed through Wang Zhou’s hands, and then reached Rong Ming’s hands, there was not much left.
—Wang Zhou only handed Rong Ming eight hundred copper coins.
He threw a sack on the table. After seeing Rong Ming take the money, he inexplicably glanced at him.
He was suspicious that Rong Ming had noticed something, and he viciously screamed, “I bought medicine for you, and then I took out my wages, so there is not much money left.”
“Where is the medicine?” Rong Ming suddenly asked.
Wang Zhou impatiently opened a sack to reveal the medicinal materials inside.
With a sturdy back and strong body, he slammed the sack in front of Rong Ming. “The medicine is here.”
Rong Ming glanced at the sack.
It was not all medicine, it mainly contained firewood.
There were many branches and sawdust, and a little bit of scattered herbs.
Rong Ming raised his cold eyes and scanned Wang Zhou’s eyes.
Wang Zhou didn’t take this master in his heart. The master was abandoned by the family, so no one cared if he died or lived.
But he often felt scared because of the young master’s eyes. The narrow and long eyes, like a little wolf, always hide a fierce fighting force.
Just like when he squinted at people like now, his eyes were horribly dark, as if he had seen everything through.
He was worried that his own hands and feet were discovered by Rong Ming, so he was a little frightened.
To cover up, he hurriedly muttered, “You are a handicapped person. What can you do? Is it possible to stand up and cook the medicine by yourself?”
This sentence comforted his ego.