Old Madam Liu glared angrily at the two maids on the ground: "Get out of here! How can you serve your master like this?"
"Yes, Madam!"
The two maids trembled, got up from the ground, covered their faces, and ran out.
Old Madam Liu sneered, "Growing more and more ill-mannered! Qian'er, what's wrong?"
"Mother, you're only just arriving? Isn't it that damned vixen again? Why does she get all the benefits? I'm not having it..." Liu Qianqian burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of Old Madam Liu.
Madam Liu's eyes flickered slightly, her fingers stiffened for a moment, and she gently patted Liu Qianqian's back, offering a comforting gesture.
"Qian'er, how many times has your mother told you? How can you be so impatient? Didn't we agree to take things slowly? Why not give her a heavy blow?" A murderous glint flashed in Madam Liu's eyes.
"But……"
"Sister Qian..."
The mother and daughter were whispering inside the room, the door tightly shut, and the maids and servants had all been driven out. Only the two of them knew what they were saying.
Liu Qianqian smiled through her tears and helped Old Madam Liu out of the house, glaring at her: "Hurry up and prepare the carriage, my mother and I are going out?"
The servants: "..."
Going out? Probably going off to court death again? His young lady is always causing trouble; who knows when she'll die?
Liu Qianqian snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain. "You worthless wretch, your life is a waste."
The maids and servants knelt on the ground, and after Madam Liu and Liu Qianqian walked out of the courtyard, they breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling alive again...
The mother and daughter were both vicious, treating them like dirt, constantly beating and verbally abusing them. Countless people were carried out horizontally each year…
Meanwhile, the villagers of Ruyi Village all came to watch the spectacle. The construction of this government building was truly extraordinary; look how imposing it was! The carpenters and bricklayers were the best in Ningyuan County. Who else had such an honor?
The key is that the lady's rank is what it is, and the construction of her house is regulated, something they could never catch up to even if they tried their best.
Especially the glory on his face...
Mo Qingcheng greeted the carpenters with a smile. As the weather turned cooler, she had hot water and pastries prepared so they could rest after working for an hour, have a drink of water, and eat a pastry to fill their stomachs.
Everyone was deeply grateful, thinking that Lady Ruyi was truly a good person, and it would be an injustice not to bestow upon her the title of Lady...
Mo Qingcheng understood deeply that these people living at the bottom of society often faced beatings and verbal abuse from their employers, who would find fault with them and scold them if they were slow. How could they work well when they were filled with anger? How could they produce good work?
They took a short break, only fifteen minutes. The employer treated them well, so they worked extra hard. They estimated that they could finish the work in nine out of ten days, quickly and well, saving on wages.
Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, instructing the craftsmen to slightly modify the design according to the blueprints. The craftsmen gathered around, looked at it for a long time, and then clapped and exclaimed in admiration.
The craftsmen picked up another set of blueprints, somewhat bewildered: "Madam, this pavilion?"
"Shh... It's a secret, a surprise for the family..." Mo Qingcheng smiled and said that she would provide the materials and labor to build a three-story building to surprise Bai Yueniang and the others.
There are many people in the family, so the girls shouldn't show off their rooms, they should go straight upstairs...
The craftsmen exchanged bewildered glances: "Madam, this... according to the regulations..."
"It's alright. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility myself..."
The foremen were relieved. What should they do if the supervisor sent by the county magistrate reported this?
Now that the wife is in charge, let's just get to work...
The villagers were incredibly envious, shaking their heads. "Comparison is the thief of joy," they said. "We all fled famine, but she's now the Emperor's chosen lady. Without her care, we probably wouldn't be able to settle down."
What's there to be jealous of?
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