Chapter 43: The Art of Speaking in Ancient Times

A roll of bandage, fifty millimeters wide and one hundred millimeters long, costs 100 points. Su Zhenzhen roughly estimated that she might need to use four or five rolls. It's too extravagant, she shouldn't do it.

Logically speaking, there should be paper in the latrine used by the master. Su Zhenzhen bent over and looked around. There was a stack of silk cloth behind her. Maybe rich people don't need paper?

Thinking this, Su Zhenzhen took a piece of silk cloth to clean up the mess.

Having finally settled this major life event, Su Zhenzhen exhaled a breath of stale air. As she looked up, she was suddenly greeted by a glimpse of jet-black hair.

Su Zhenzhen was shocked. Could it be that little monster Jiang Sijin had come over?

Looking up along the hair, thankfully, it wasn't Jiang Sijin.

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

"Ahhh..." Su Zhenzhen let out a terrified scream. An old woman was lying on the ceiling, and the hair was the old woman's hair that had fallen down.

The viewers in the live chat also joined in with a chorus of lamentations.

[Holy crap! My screen went black for a moment, I thought it was a problem with the internet, but after refreshing, I saw an old lady with disheveled hair leaning against the ceiling. Who are they trying to scare at midnight? Can the organizers please provide a warning next time?]

For Su Zhenzhen, fear was a little better than embarrassment. The thought of being watched by everyone made her not want to raise her head and speak again.

In the blink of an eye, the old lady disappeared again, and Su Zhenzhen almost thought she was hallucinating from eating too much.

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【Ugh, why are people so bored? They even took a screenshot! I'd just forgotten about that scene.】

The photo is taken from a low angle, making it look as if the old lady is lying on top of him, with disheveled hair and a mysterious smile on her face.

Yes, not that sinister smile, but a smile that says, "Look how smart my child is."

Su Zhenzhen was a little confused. So who was this old lady? Could she be the elderly First Madam?

As she walked and pondered, Su Zhenzhen finally had the time to examine the plaque when she came out.

Is there really such a refined term as "Shefang" for a toilet?

Su Zhenzhen didn't doubt that she had gone to the wrong place. After all, the space inside was small, and there was a square wooden platform with a gold basin embedded in it. The gold basin had a lid on it. Wasn't this the prototype of a toilet in the 906 century?

Although she had almost decided to give up on this order, the old lady from earlier still left Su Zhenzhen with lingering fear. What exactly was that thing?

Su Zhenzhen was certain it wasn't a hallucination; otherwise, she wouldn't have seen those comments in her mind's eye.

Of course, the most urgent thing right now is to find water to wash your hands, and to practice good hygiene at all times.

After many twists and turns, Su Zhenzhen finally found a stone pool with a long bamboo pole hanging above it, from which water flowed continuously.

Good heavens, isn't this just an ancient version of a water tap? The wisdom of the ancients is truly unimaginable.

Su Zhenzhen quickly reached out her hand, and the cool touch on her palm made her feel as if she had been cleansed.

Just as Su Zhenzhen finished scrubbing under each fingernail, she stretched her head over to wash her face, when suddenly someone grabbed her collar from behind and pulled her up.

"Are you a newly purchased maid? Didn't the steward instruct that you can't come into the First Madam's courtyard?" The old woman, whose face was covered in wrinkles, looked fierce. Every line on her face came to life when she spoke. If it were an ordinary little maid, she would probably have been scared to tears long ago.

Su Zhenzhen was about to reveal her true identity, but then she thought, isn't this a great opportunity to meet the First Madam?

"Waaah, Granny, I was wrong. I just wanted to wash my face here." Su Zhenzhen cried so sincerely that she brought to life the image of a young maid who had just entered the mansion and was being scolded by the elders.

The screen was filled with "666" comments, with many saying it was a pity the female lead wasn't acting in short dramas.

Hearing this, the old woman's anger intensified. "You little sluts, all you know how to do is flirt all day long. The First Madam is kind-hearted, but you treat her like a decoration."

Su Zhenzhen forced her eyes to widen. These few words revealed some important information: the First Madam's power seemed to lie in her hatred of concubines.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think a pheasant can turn into a phoenix." The old woman grabbed Su Zhenzhen's collar and pulled her along as she walked.

Su Zhenzhen half-heartedly resisted, pretending that she was no match for him in strength.

The two arrived at the small Buddhist shrine, where the old woman forced Su Zhenzhen to kneel down.

"Madam, you've got another restless little vixen."

Again? Su Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes slightly. Could this elderly First Madam have disposed of many maids like those palace intrigue novels from the 906th century?

Wait, Master Zhu is already dead. How much more unruly can the maid be?

"Squeak—" The door to the Buddhist hall was pushed open from the inside, and an elderly woman of about sixty years old came out, holding prayer beads.

For some reason, seeing the action of twisting prayer beads reminded Su Zhenzhen of Old Mrs. Xu.

Su Zhenzhen watched as the First Madam's shadow slowly moved closer, and then her cool fingers pinched her chin.

Su Zhenzhen was forced to look up; it wasn't the old lady on the ceiling.

"She did have a fine skin, what a pity..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a series of urgent knocks on the courtyard gate.

Knock knock knock!

The First Madam frowned and instructed the old woman, "Go and see what's going on?"

The old woman obeyed and rushed to open the door.

Su Zhenzhen could hear voices.

"Granny Huo, a male and a female Taoist priest came to the manor tonight to investigate the master's condition. The maid said the female priest seems to have an upset stomach. I wonder if she got lost in our manor? I've looked all over but haven't seen her. I thought I'd come and ask you if she might have accidentally wandered into the First Madam's courtyard?"

Granny Huo's voice was deep, "What kind of Taoist master is this? Be careful, he might just be a charlatan. Your lady, you'd better not let yourself be fooled."

"Oh dear!" Cui Niang's voice was very nervous. "I grew up in the martial arts world. How could I not know who has real skills and who is just a magician?"

He lowered his voice for the last sentence, but Su Zhenzhen still heard it.

"Granny, you don't know, I saw the master's spirit. Not only me, but all the servants in our mansion saw it. That's why I was so anxious when I didn't see him, afraid that I might accidentally offend him."

These words, though spoken euphemistically, clearly offended the truly skilled Taoist master.

"Cough cough—" The First Madam suddenly let out a long cough.

Su Zhenzhen heard that Granny Huo had changed her tone, "Don't worry, Madam. I just saw this female Taoist master. She is being spoken to by the First Madam."

Is it true that when you're talking to someone, one of you is standing and the other is kneeling? That seems to make sense.

Su Zhenzhen couldn't help but marvel at the art of speaking of the ancients once again, while a question arose in her mind.