Chapter 1: The little girl is very patient

In March, the flowers are bright and the willows are charming, and the bees and butterflies are crazy about them.

Song Jin was lying on the big bunk bed, and through a corner of the door curtain that was opened by someone else, he caught a glimpse of the spring scene in the courtyard.

"Sister Mancao, are you awake? Do you want some water?"

Chunyun walked in and saw Song Jin with his eyes open, climbing onto the bed with some joy.

"Are you hungry?" As he spoke, a hand was placed on Song Jin's forehead.

The fever has subsided, and the girl named Mancao has died. The person living in this body now is Song Jin from the 21st century.

The owner of this body is called Mancao, such a cheap name. What’s even cheaper than the name is her origin: she was a servant of the Bai family, a merchant family in Suzhou.

Her father was a slave of the Bai family, her mother was a slave of the Bai family, she was born in the Bai family and was also a slave of the Bai family, commonly known as a house-born child.

She was of low status, and if she gave birth to a child, it would be a little slave.

The big slaves gave birth to small slaves, and the small slaves gave birth to smaller slaves, and they were all slaves for generations.

Ancestral lowly status.

When he knew this, Song Jin smiled bitterly.

They say retribution happens in this life, so why would she be punished in the next life?

After cleaning up the boss's wife's mess for so many years, he finally seized the opportunity to embezzle some money and thought of going abroad to live in seclusion.

As a result, he was in a car accident and lost his life before he could enjoy a good day.

In the previous life, I worked like a slave, and now I am like a slave in this life.

"Sister Mancao, are you hungry?" Seeing that Song Jin's eyes were dull and she didn't speak, Chunyun had to ask again.

The little girl is very patient.

"Hungry..." The voice was weak.

Chunyun was somewhat happy to hear this. She reached out her hand and took out half a steamed bun from her bosom. She handed it to Song Jin like offering a treasure and whispered, "Sister Hongxing gave it to me. Eat it."

Unlike Hong Xing, Man Cao and Chun Yun were both born in the Bai family. They originally worked together in the kitchen doing rough work.

Mancao is six years older than Chunyun. She watched Chunyun grow up, and they often talked together in their free time.

In the middle of last year, the master of the Bai family, Bai Xiaonan, married his fourth concubine, Ye Wenfu, and the two of them were assigned to serve him.

Ye Wenfu disliked the rough work the two people did originally and their rough fingers, so she refused to let them serve her personally. She insisted on buying two more big maids to put in the house, and Hong Xing was one of them. The two of them still did rough work outside.

Song Jin took a bite of the steamed bun, which was a bit dry. However, her hunger drove her to take another big bite. Her face became ferocious because she opened her mouth so wide.

The dry steamed bun went into her mouth, choking her and causing her eyes to roll back. Before she could say anything, Chunyun had already slipped off the bed to get her some water to drink.

Song Jin chewed a big mouthful of white steamed bun, looked at the simple house, then looked at Chunyun's thin figure. The hard bed board hurt her back, as if it would fall apart if she turned over.

Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, his mouth holding the steamed bun opened wide, howling silently.

Is it necessary to punish her like this for the sins she committed in her previous life?

"Sister, why are you crying?"

When Chunyun came back with a bowl of water, she saw Song Jin's face was full of tears. She didn't know whether to feed her water or help her wipe her tears.

"It hurts..." The mouth full of steamed buns was slurring.

"Where does it hurt?" Chunyun put down the bowl and wiped Song Jin's face with her relatively clean sleeve.

Song Jin whimpered twice and didn't answer. He stood up and ate the steamed bun with the bowl of cold water.

Chunyun was very happy to see that she had an appetite. She sat aside and swung her legs and said, "You don't know, I was scared to death the past two days. You had such a high fever that you were delirious. Grandma said it was hard to move you, Fourth Mother kept scolding you, and even your parents wouldn't let you in to see you. I thought you couldn't make it. Now it seems that you are really lucky."

Song Jin bit her lip, her fingers turning white at the joints from gripping the porcelain bowl so tightly.

"Fourth Lady is quite quiet today." Song Jin said calmly.

"No, I just scolded you this morning. I'm tired now, so I'm taking a rest." He jumped off the bed, ran to the door and lifted the curtain. The warm spring sun was blindingly bright.

"Sister, the weather outside is fine today. You've been ill for a while, so you need to get some sun to get rid of the bad luck. Can I move a stool for you and find a place where you can't be seen from here to get some sun?"

Song Jin said yes softly.

The West Garden where Ye Wenfu lived was located in a corner of the Bai Family Garden. As soon as you walked out of the corner gate, you could see a beautiful view.

Chunyun held the cross stool in one hand and held Song Jin's hand with the other, and the two of them quietly went out.

The two walked slowly until they reached an open space behind the rockery. Chunyun put down the cross stool and let Song Jin sit there to bask in the sun. She then ran back to avoid being scolded by Si Niang if she had any instructions when she woke up.

Song Jin leaned against the rockery and sat under a crabapple tree.

The crabapples are in full bloom right now, and there is a large pink cloud above our heads, making the sunlight seem gentler.

Unfortunately, Song Jin had no mood to appreciate the garden scenery. The sun made her head dizzy, so she simply turned her back and leaned her back against the sun, intending to think while basking in the sun. However, before she even started thinking, she heard the scolding again.

"How can you live like this? You are all so lifeless. Looking at you every day, I would think I was living in a tomb..."

"He's so young and already so sick. He doesn't even know to move away from the plague. It would be best if I got the plague too, so that everyone would die..."

"You are all worse than chickens. Chickens know to lay eggs when they grow up, but you only know how to eat. Why do we keep you for so long..."

......

A familiar voice came, and Song Jin closed his eyes in despair.

The one who cursed was Fourth Lady Ye Wenfu.

At the end of last year, the head of the Bai family, Bai Xiaonan, died. It was only five months after the fourth wife, Ye Wenfu, married into the family. She became a widow at the age of twenty.

She wanted to remarry, but her eldest grandmother Wen Ya had always been at odds with her, and she would take advantage of Bai Xiaonan's death to annoy her at all costs.

So even though she clearly disliked the man and wanted him to remarry, she refused and forced a woman with lustful thoughts to stay at home as a widow.

What was even more terrifying than the death of the head of the family and the widowhood of all the wives and concubines was that Bai Xiaonan had no children, not even a daughter, so the inheritance of the family property fell on his brother Bai Xiaotian.

But the eldest grandmother of the Bai family, Wen Ya, is a rather ungentlemanly person and extremely jealous.

When Bai Xiaonan had no children and wanted to take a concubine, she made a huge fuss. But even this could not stop Bai Xiaonan from finding ways to take a concubine outside.

After being discovered by Wen Ya, the entire Bai family forced her to take in concubines on the grounds that she had no children.

For this reason, she hated the Bai family and even hated Bai Xiaotian, and Bai Xiaotian naturally knew this.

Now Bai Xiaotian is about to take over Bai Xiaonan's property, but she, as the grandmother, can do nothing about it. How can she not be angry?

So the eldest grandmother sighed all day long, the fourth mother cursed everyone she met, and Bai Xiaotian watched anxiously outside.

This is how unlucky Mancao was. Si Niang thought that she was a servant of the Bai family and was in cahoots with the eldest lady, so she took her anger out on her.

He found a fault and made him kneel in the misty spring rain for several hours. He knelt until he fainted and then had a fever.

When the eldest grandmother found out, she wished that Si Niang would have a fever as well, and she refused to move the person out. So the seventeen-year-old girl died in the fight between the two sides.

Song Jin couldn't help but sigh. This time traveler really knows how to choose his identity.

"Creeping grass... creeping grass..."

A hoarse voice came from behind. Song Jin turned around and saw that it was Mancao's father, the gardener, known as Lao Lu.

"......father"

Song Jin was not used to it for a moment, and his voice was as soft as the hum of a mosquito.

"Are you feeling better?" Old Lu walked closer and stretched out a sallow and cracked hand to touch Song Jin's forehead.

Song Jin's nose felt sore, but he didn't dodge: "Much better, the fever is gone."

Old Lu was somewhat relieved: "I'm glad you're alright. A few days ago, Chunyun from your hospital said you had a fever, but they didn't let us see you, which made your mother very worried."

Then he asked, "Your mother is helping out in the kitchen. Do you want something to eat? Ask your mother to secretly beg for a few bites for you."

Song Jin shook his head after hearing this.

"Stay away from Si Niang in the courtyard. I'll ask Grandma to move you to another place to serve me in the future. Is that okay?"

Old Lu's voice was humble. He knew in his heart that there was no hope, but looking at his daughter's sallow face, he couldn't help but say it to coax her.

"No, I can think of a way myself."

"What do you think?"

Old Lu stared at his thin daughter in front of him, his dim eyes wide open, filled with confusion.

Song Jin forced a bitter smile: "You will know when the time comes. I have to go back first, otherwise Si Niang will scold me again if she finds out."

After hearing this, Old Lu hummed twice in response, watched Song Jin stand up, grab the cross stool and go through the corner door.

Song Jin really thought of a way to go back to his old business.

Fool the boss, drain the assets, and replace one thing with another in exchange for freedom.

The plan dies at the first step.

As soon as she entered the corner door, she ran into Si Niang Ye Wenfu, who was standing at the door with her hands on her hips, ready to curse.

She was wearing a mourning bun on her head, with only a few silver hairpins in her temples. She was wearing a white silk jacket and a pair of white silk embroidered high-heeled shoes under her jade-colored satin skirt.

Her face was like a full moon, her eyes were like two stars, and her mouth, when it opened, was like spitting out knives.

"You still remember to come back? You looked like a dead person a few days ago, but today you're alive and kicking. Who are you pretending for?"

"Lazy, huh? Who gave you this bad habit? You can't even teach a servant well enough!"

"Come here!"

Song Jin put down the cross stool and hurried over. Before he could salute, Ye Wenfu stretched out her hand and pinched his arm: "You were dying a few days ago, but you stood up today. I think you are just pretending."

Song Jin felt pain due to his status as a house slave but he dared not hide. He just stood there with his body huddled and let her pinch him.

Ye Wenfu pinched him a few times but still felt unsatisfied, so she asked Hongxing to get a feather duster and prepare to beat him. Seeing this, Hongxing pleaded:

"Fourth Lady, let's not get angry with her. She just woke up, so she may not be fully recovered. Once she gets over the illness, she will be in trouble. Didn't you still dislike her a few days ago? Why don't you just drive her out of the yard? Out of sight, out of mind."

After hearing this, Ye Wenfu glared at him and said, "I don't know where he will run to if I chase him out." Then she looked at Song Jin and said, "Go to the kitchen and tell them that I want to have stewed pigeons for dinner. If not, I will make you pay."

Song Jin did not dare to delay, and hurriedly bowed and left the yard, going straight to the kitchen.

The West Garden where Ye Wenfu lived was in the northwest of the Bai family, and the kitchen was near the southeast.

She went out of the corner gate and headed east first. Across the pond in the back garden, she saw the large courtyard in the northeast corner.

Zizhuyuan is the courtyard where Wenya, the mistress of the Bai family, lives.

Song Jin stood in the sun in a daze for a while, then he made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and ran straight to Zizhu Garden.

To hell with that damn kitchen.