Mrs. Gu knelt in the garden and worshipped the moon, crying to it, but unfortunately the moon did not respond to her. The moonlight shone on her, leaving a lonely shadow.
"Isn't this the moment you're here for?"
"Who, who's talking?"
Xiao Fengyu looked around, but saw no one.
Gu Yinwei jumped down from the wall. She was not surprised at what happened to Xiao Fengyu now. This is what is called "evil will be punished by evil."
But this was not enough. She planned to give Xiao Fengyu and Gu Shenzhi a big gift before entering the palace.
When Chu Chu heard that Gu Yinwei was going to prepare a gift for the master, she asked excitedly, "Miss, what kind of gift are you going to prepare for the master?"
"A hat."
"Hats, as far as I know, the master has no shortage of hats."
“He’s missing.”
Footsteps were heard, and Mrs. Chen came to deliver food to Gu Yinwei and her servant. The food these past few days was either too salty or too bland, but Gu Yinwei didn't say anything.
Today, Gu Yinwei, contrary to her usual behavior, called out to her, "Mrs. Chen, stop."
"Miss, is the food not to your liking? The food was prepared by the cooks, and I did not interfere."
Her words were meaningful. She was trying to shift the blame to others and to excuse herself. She was doing both.
"Come and sit down, I'll give you some silver melon seeds."
For the sake of money, Mrs. Chen slowly sat over.
"Grandma Chen, Grandma Zhong was struck by lightning and died when she was sending me to the ancestral home. Don't you have any resentment towards me?"
"I dare not."
"You lied, you weren't honest."
Mrs. Chen knelt down hurriedly: "I really don't have such thoughts."
"Really?"
"I really don't have any."
"Forget it if you don't have any. I also thought that you and Mrs. Zhong had a past relationship, so I wanted to show you a way to make money."
"Miss, what is the way to make money?"
Mrs. Chen's eyes lit up, and she looked at Gu Yinwei as if she saw mountains of gold and silver waving at her.
"Why are you asking this? Didn't you just say you don't hate me?"
"Slave, slave..."
Mrs. Chen felt like an ant, being completely led by Gu Yinwei and being played around with.
"Mrs. Zhong has a son who is known as a commoner and poet. He is handsome, unmarried, and can also repair flower walls. Yesterday, I heard from my third sister that the flower wall in the madam's yard was washed down by rain. Why don't you invite him to the Gu Mansion to repair the flower wall for the madam?"
"Second Miss, this is inappropriate, isn't it?"
"What's wrong with that? Father's been away all year round, and the days he's home can be counted on one's fingers. The three of us sisters are about to run for election, and Madam is all alone. Isn't it okay to find a flower wall repairman to talk to you in your hometown dialect and hear the long-lost accent?"
"Madam, the monthly allowance for repairing the flower wall in your courtyard is a full three taels. The new cooks look down on you. Don't you want to impress them and save more money so that you can return home in glory?"
"This...this is against the rules."
"Grandma Chen, you might as well be a little bolder. Even if you can please Madam, she can only give you a housekeeper position at best. How much monthly salary can a housekeeper get? In the end, you're still a servant. If Grandma Zhong's son is lucky in the future, that would be a tremendous wealth. Let me tell you..."
Before Gu Yinwei could finish her words, Chuchu called her away: "Miss, it's time to come back and change your clothes. The tutor will be here soon."
Gu Yinwei was halfway through her words when Mrs. Chen, who was already on suspense, came to talk to her several times, and the food she brought became more exquisite.
Three days later, Mrs. Chen came to see Gu Yinwei again.
"Second Miss, I beg you to give me some guidance."
"Mrs. Chen, let's play a crossword puzzle."
Chuchu placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, then unfolded a piece of white paper and handed the pen to Mrs. Chen.
"Write it down. Write down the amount of silver you most want to get. Write it down and let me see it."
Mrs. Chen trembled as she wrote the number fifty. Gu Yin was slightly suspicious: "Fifty taels, gold?"
"No, no, no, it's fifty taels of silver."
Chu Chu turned around and left, "Humph, you are really useless. If the young lady asked me to write it, I would write 50,000 taels. Anyway, the Gu family is rich, not to mention 50,000 taels, even 500,000 taels, or even 5 million taels."
A maid in red clothes outside called Chuchu to make tea, "Miss Chuchu, don't dream in broad daylight, come and make tea."
"Come on, come on... When I have money, I'll buy a bunch of maids to wash my clothes and make tea for me."
Gu Yinwei waved her hand. "Go away. I don't want to play with you anymore. You are a coward. You have wealth, fame and fortune at your fingertips, but you don't have the ability. Go away. I have to read a book."
"The Gu family is very wealthy. Not to mention 50,000 taels, even 500,000 taels or even 5 million taels are possible."
These words echoed over and over in Mrs. Chen's mind, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
If they fight hard, the slaves can become masters of their own destiny.
Money gives people courage. How could Mrs. Chen not be tempted by such a huge sum of money?
After that, she made some arrangements, and the gardener who was repairing the flower wall in the lady's courtyard suddenly broke his leg, so Zhong Baishi became the new gardener in the lady's courtyard.
The gardener lived up to his name, with a fair complexion, a humble attitude, and a long gown that gave him a scholarly air.
Outside the fence, he was explaining the habits of camellia to the maids.
"This one is called Naidong, this one is called Yuming, and this one is a new variety I cultivated. I named it Qionghua Duixue."
The maids gathered around Zhong Baishi and asked, "How come you know so much about camellias? Even the old gardener doesn't know as much as you do."
"I just woke up from my drunken stupor under the camellia, but I went to West Village to watch the sunset. I have loved camellias since I was a child."
Zhong Baishi understood very well the purpose of Mrs. Chen bringing him into the house. He was very fond of beautiful flowers and liked to hold banquets, listen to music and drink wine, and his family fortune had long been squandered.
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