Chapter 42: Reproduction is a Male Nature

The woman went to the kitchen to prepare food for Su Zhenzhen. Su Zhenzhen and Hensheng didn't hold back either. First, the two of them divided the work, questioning each person one by one. Hensheng watched over these people while Su Zhenzhen led them into the room. Then, they made them go into the room in pairs and report on each other. If necessary, they would have the ghost of the wealthy man come to scare them.

But when these people saw the wealthy household, they all cried out for mercy, each insisting that they were fast asleep that night and knew nothing about it.

After going around in circles, Su Zhenzhen was already parched. She ate the snacks prepared by the woman and asked Hensheng for his opinion.

"This family's surname is Zhu. According to the old steward, they fled from the famine in the south. Apart from the old maids in the First Madam's courtyard, everyone else was bought in Dan County. And Cui Niang is a local from Dan County. Is it possible that Cui Niang coveted the Zhu family's wealth and then conspired with the servants in the mansion to stage a play?"

Cui Niang was that young woman, a native of Dan County, born and raised in a peasant family. When she was six years old, her family sold her into an opera troupe to survive. After ten years of apprenticeship, she became a leading actress. One day, Master Zhu invited her to dinner and asked her to perform on stage at his mansion. Somehow, he took a liking to her and invited her in with great fanfare.

These matters were handled entirely by the old steward. After all, they were a prominent family in Dan County, and Cui Niang's background had been thoroughly investigated before she even entered the mansion.

Hensheng thought this way entirely because, after eliminating all other possibilities, only Cui Niang remained as a suspect. This was based on Jiang Sijin's experience, which taught him that jealousy between women is frightening.

Su Zhenzhen had just swallowed a bite of hibiscus cake and taken a sip of tea to moisten her throat when she asked, "Have you noticed that this family is acting strangely?"

"What's strange? Why is the First Madam not managing affairs and letting the concubine take charge of the household?" Hensheng asked, puzzled.

“This family has no children.” Su Zhenzhen glanced deeply outside. “The Zhu family has eighteen servants, which is considered very wealthy in Dan County. Yet, Master Zhu has no descendants. Whose fault is it? Procreation is a male's instinct, and the wealthier a man is, the more he hopes for many children to pass on his family business. But Master Zhu has only had one concubine all these years. That Cui Niang is probably infertile, otherwise she wouldn't have remained childless for a year or two after entering the household. I think another reason she can't have children is that in those places of the lower classes, girls are fed a fertility-inhibiting potion from a young age for easier management. If Master Zhu knew from the beginning that Cui Niang couldn't have children, why did he still marry her? Just because she sings opera well?”

Hearing Su Zhenzhen's words, Hensheng thought about it and suddenly his eyes lit up. "Could it be that Master Zhu wants to marry someone to help manage the household?"

Su Zhenzhen picked up another piece of mung bean cake. This all-natural ingredient preserves the original fragrance of mung beans much better than various food additives from the 906th century.

Damn it, I really want to pack all these things up and put them in the storage compartment.

However, after placing nine ghosts, there is only one storage slot left, which can only hold one type of item.

The ten storage slots distributed by the underworld partners do not have specific spaces. Each type of item can be placed in one slot. For example, if clothes are one type, all clothes can be placed in one slot, but they must be placed together and taken out together.

As for ghosts, because each person is fully respected as an independent individual, each ghost is also regarded as a separate (class).

Su Zhenzhen originally wanted to exploit a bug by storing both hibiscus cake and mung bean cake as pastries in her storage compartment, but the storage failed.

There's nothing I can do now but have to suppress my hunger and eat more.

Hensheng watched as Su Zhenzhen ate one pastry after another until her tea was completely gone.

"Miss Su, are you very hungry?"

Su Zhenzhen, with something in her mouth, mumbled, "It's alright... delicious..."

Hensheng sighed helplessly, "Miss Su, does the ghost of this wealthy man count as part of the performance you mentioned earlier? If not, let's finish eating and hurry on our way. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Su Zhenzhen nodded frantically. Master Zhu had a causal thread on his body, so in theory, it would be the easiest way to convert such a ghost.

However, the problem lies in the fact that his soul is damaged and his consciousness is chaotic, so he cannot get any clear answers.

This is like giving someone a riddle with no answer. Who knows how much time we'll waste here? We might as well just give up on this deal.

Yes, the progress bar is now at 11/100, and Su Zhenzhen is quite arrogant.

Suddenly, a surge of emotion rushed from her tailbone straight to the top of her head, and Su Zhenzhen needed to deal with this important matter in her life immediately.

Seeing Su Zhenzhen suddenly sit up, Hensheng looked worried but also a little confused. He glanced at the tea and snacks on the tables on both sides and asked, "Miss Su, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with these tea and snacks?"

Hensheng, as expected of a true gentleman raised on the classics, only took a polite bite in front of Cui Niang when she brought him tea and snacks. After Cui Niang left, he immediately put them down and sat up straight as a pine tree.

Unlike Su Zhenzhen, who looks like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Um... I have something to take care of, please have a seat for a while." The surging emotions behind her became increasingly obvious, and Su Zhenzhen finished speaking and ran out in a flash.

Damn it, the faster I run, the more my stomach churns.

Having witnessed Su Zhenzhen's supernatural powers, Cui Niang dared not disturb the immortal's peace. Moreover, since Su Zhenzhen said that she had nothing to do for the time being, she returned to her own courtyard after serving tea and snacks.

A young maid was waiting outside the main courtyard. When she saw Su Zhenzhen walking briskly over, she quickly curtsied and asked, "What are your orders, Immortal?"

"Where is the outhouse in your residence?" Su Zhenzhen felt she couldn't hold on any longer; she should have known better than to eat so much.

"Our servants use the washroom next to the main courtyard, but it's not very clean. Please go to the lady's courtyard, sir. Go out this road, turn left, and then turn right at the first intersection."

Su Zhenzhen anticipated that it would take her quite a while. Ancient outhouses were already rather unsatisfactory, so she should choose a cleaner one. However, the urge to urinate was too overwhelming, and she only heard half of what the maid said. In the end, driven by an instinctive desire, she rushed and climbed over walls to find the outhouse.

It has to be said that wealthy people are quite particular; they even hang a plaque outside their outhouses.

As soon as Su Zhenzhen squatted down, her whole body and mind relaxed, allowing this primordial power from ancient times to fall freely.

After the relocation, a very pressing issue arises.

I forgot to bring paper.

The organizers were quite considerate, proactively blocking the screen during some private events.

Su Zhenzhen thought to herself, "I can't very well ask the 'Sister Wang's' in the live stream to donate some toilet paper to me, can I? That would be too embarrassing!"

But if I use the bandages in my backpack, cough cough, I've eaten a lot and a variety of things... I might not have enough bandages. I'd like to buy a new roll of bandages.

Su Zhenzhen almost choked when she saw the price. Why didn't the organizers just rob them?