Chapter 1294 Willing to be an ugly girl 21
When I got back, all the clothes had been taken apart.
Let’s have lunch first, and Xining happily eats with chopsticks. Eat meat every day, eat well and sleep well, this is life.
The smell of meat made the maids around them twitch their noses, and Natsuki finally couldn't help but mutter: "I also want meat for dinner."
This was heard by A Ling who was hiding outside. It was so delicious. Besides, the lady eats meat, so it is best to hide away and not see it.
When A Ling heard this, she immediately got angry and lowered her voice: "Are you seeking death?" Those who eat meat are rough people and low-class people, so of course they dare not say this.
Xia Shu pursed her lips: "Miss can eat meat, why can't I? I just want to eat meat, meat is so delicious."
"Yeah!" Natsuki nodded fiercely, and the saliva in her mouth almost dropped.
A Ling could only stare. The upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. The young lady was eating big chunks of meat inside.
After eating, he wiped his mouth and called someone to come in and clean up. Ask A Ling to prepare pen and ink.
When A Ling heard this, she quickly asked someone to get the desk. Kneeling next to him, he smiled and said: "Miss, are you going to start a retreat? Do you need to get "Japanese Chronicle"?"
Xining was stunned. By the way, she had gone to the village to meditate. She just ate and forgot about it. So he said: "I want to write a letter first to report that I am safe. As for books, let's get the first volume first."
It turned out that I wanted to write a letter of safety, and I have been here for three days. Even if I am close, I still want to say that I am safe. So Aling took Xia Shu to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
The desk is similar to the dining table, except that the desk is larger and longer.
Sitting at the low table, Xi Ning felt so uncomfortable. He felt like he was back when he was the county leader, but there was still a little kid back then, and there was nothing here. It was really tiring.
In order to write better, I had to sit on my knees.
Looking at the beautiful letter paper, Xining couldn't bear to write. Why make the letter paper so beautiful? Moreover, paper is expensive in the first place, and this letter paper is even more expensive than silk of the same size.
But he still had to write. After Xining recalled the format and tone of the lower body's letter, he started writing on the paper with cherry blossoms painted on it.
Looking at A Ling, who was sitting on her knees and writing a letter, her eyes warmed up. The young lady was indeed sensible. It's just that the clothes he wears are a bit weird.
"Everything is fine. Don't worry about me. I hope my father and mother will take care of themselves." Finally, he signed: "Yours truly, my daughter, your son."
The paper looks nice, but it's just like a postcard, too small.
Okay, done!
Xining looked at it with satisfaction, put the letter into a set of letter paper of the same style, handed it to A Ling to seal, and went to call Zaemon.
When Zaemon arrived, he knelt down on one leg and saluted, and Ling handed the letter to him.
Xi Ning said leisurely in the room: "Please send someone to the Fujiwara mansion in the city as soon as possible. If anyone asks, just say that everything is fine here. Do you understand?"
Listening to the long-sounding "Do you know?" behind him, Zaemon's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately nodded and saluted: "Yes!"
He took the letter and turned away without even looking at Miss Zunzi, who was wearing weird clothes and was said to eat meat every day.
After finishing the letter, Xining thought for a while and realized that it was important to make the clothes first, so he went to draw patterns on the pieces of clothing that he had taken apart in the morning.
All he had to do was draw a picture, and then he called the maid who made the clothes.
"You cut it according to this first." After Xining finished his instructions, he returned to the desk.
After a while, she called A Ling and gave her the drawing: "Call the steward. According to this, ask the carpenter to finish it and send it over." A Ling took the drawing and suddenly felt that she had made a mistake and that the lady had not returned to normal. . For a long time just now, I thought the lady was working hard, but it turned out that she was drawing something.
After reading it, she looked confused and asked cautiously: "Miss, what is this?"
"What is this?" The chief steward took the drawing and stared.
A Ling said helplessly: "The lady said, this is a table and a chair. Her knees hurt and she cannot kneel for a long time."
"What?" The chief steward was surprised. You must know that nobles all have beriberi, and if the pain reaches their knees, they will not live long.
If he dies, he dies. It doesn't matter to him anyway, but he has to show off.
The chief steward wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and his voice was slightly choked: "I didn't expect that the young lady actually... I'm going to find a carpenter right now. Please don't worry, young lady. It will be delivered in three days at most."
Aling knew that the chief manager had misunderstood, but she didn't bother to explain. Anyway, she just needed to get the job done. He rolled his eyes and turned away.
When they returned to the house, the four maids had already cut the clothes and began to sew them separately. The lady was writing next to her with a brush.
"Aling, you came back just in time." Xining put down the pen: "Put this away, I will continue writing next time."
A Ling walked over and took a look, and was immediately delighted and admired: "It's so well written. Miss is really amazing. She can actually write Chinese characters better than the officials in the palace."
Xining took the half-wet soft towel handed over by Xia Shu next to him and wiped his hands: "It's not bad. Since it's a retreat, you have to show something."
Ah Ling Lei, you are right. Otherwise, eating meat all day long and tossing out strange clothes would not look like meditating.
Xining looked at the words on the table. Today he copied the six lines from the right of the first page of the first volume of "Nihon Ji". He will copy more when he has time. If someone wants to investigate, there is something they can bring out to fool them.
After so many ancient tasks, I finally received two or three young ladies who had practiced calligraphy. The accumulation of these experiences has already led to some success. Although Zi cannot be considered a calligrapher, he is already outstanding here.
It's a pity that in the last mission, most of the experience was put into the chip and could not be taken away, which was a disadvantage to the owner, otherwise her experience would have increased by leaps and bounds.
After finishing this, the food arrived from the kitchen, and before I knew it, it was already dinner time.
It was a bit too early to eat. There were twice as many dishes and rice on the table as before. It seems that the people in the kitchen are quite smart. They know that she has a good appetite, and since they added Yue Yin, the cook, in the morning, they all come to please her.
Xining picked up the chopsticks and finished the rice in three mouthfuls. Fortunately, it was originally small, but now it’s doubled, it’s still not much, otherwise I really wouldn’t be able to eat it.
When moving the table, Xi Ning continued: "Starting tomorrow, the first meal will be at Chen hour, the second meal at Noon hour, and the third meal at You hour. Everyone in the kitchen will add 10% of the monthly silver."
That means one meal each at eight o'clock, twelve o'clock, and eighteen o'clock, three meals a day.
A Ling burst into tears after hearing this, she finally came, she finally came, she had three meals a day, the lady was really going to be a roughneck.
Fortunately, the lady didn't go to the hot spring today, otherwise A Ling would really collapse.
In fact, it’s not that I don’t want to take a shower, but that I can’t take a shower every day. Xining asked someone to bring hot water, cleaned the area as usual, and finally soaked her feet. I lay down comfortably and went to sleep.
Mrs. Akiko of the Fujiwara Residence got the letter in the evening, which said that her father and mother had personally signed it, so she took the opportunity to call someone to call for Mr. Fujiwara.
(End of chapter)