Chapter 20 I Want to Wash Clothes for My Wife I Want to Wash Clothes for My Wife
Feeling weak and fatigued?
Wei Chulan recalled Zhang Min's strong pulse when she came to change the dressing, and was a little confused, wondering who the person she was talking about was.
But if it wasn't Duke Dingguo, who would Madam Ye ask these private matters for?
Ye Jindian, burdened by this heavy weight of doubt, could only bite the bullet and say, "It's like this. I have a friend... She wants to give her husband some tonic. However, she doesn't want her husband to find out and hurt his pride, so she asked me to ask."
She hugged the hand warmer tightly and asked tentatively, "Mrs. Lan... can you understand her painstaking efforts?"
Therefore, even if you guess the truth, please do not tell her husband.
Wei Chulan suddenly realized and had no excuse to doubt her.
When Dayan was conquering the world, she served as a military doctor for this group of people. She knew how fierce Zhang Min was in battle. He could chase the enemy for nearly a thousand miles without sleeping and still not feel tired even after attacking Huanglong.
Such a person naturally cannot be weak.
Wei Chulan even took the initiative to say, "In that case, the common tonic soups and medicines are not very effective. I will write her a prescription that does not clearly indicate what it is used for."
Very good!
Ye Jindian suppressed her excitement and thanked her in a serious manner, "Then I'll trouble you, Madam Lan."
"You're welcome."
When Zhang Min came in with the ginger tea, Ye Jindian had just folded the prescription and put it into her purse.
Wei Chulan packed up the medicine box, gently closed it, fastened the orchid buckle, nodded and said goodbye.
Ye Jindian hurriedly said, "Husband, please see Madam Lan off for me."
"No need to see me off." Wei Chulan picked up the medicine box, smiling faintly, the warm yellow candlelight flickering in her eyes, "My husband should be waiting for me at the door."
After returning from the north, His Majesty often summoned him, and they didn't spend much time together. He certainly couldn't wait a moment.
Ye Jindian thought, I have to send it off anyway.
Although the houses of people in small towns like theirs are dilapidated, they are still relatively spacious. To walk from the inner courtyard to the main gate, one has to walk through the inner corridor and the dark courtyard.
It would be bad if I stumbled.
Zhang Min stuffed a cup of ginger tea covered with several layers of cloth into Ye Jindian's hand and said, "Don't worry, my lady. Mr. Xie is waiting with a lantern at the corner of the inner corridor. I will take Madam Lan to meet him outside the corridor."
When he was making tea just now, he realized that he seemed to have interrupted something important.
If you still approach it and try to be annoying at this time, the fox will probably be really angry.
Once intellectuals get angry, the methods they use are really hard to guard against and make it difficult to deal with them.
Ye Jindian looked at Wei Chulan, whose smile was even deeper, and knew that they had a good relationship as a couple and probably didn't want others to disturb them, so she stopped forcing them.
Zhang Min went in and out, and Ye Jindian couldn't finish the ginger tea in her hand.
"Is my wife feeling better?"
He pulled the embroidered stool next to the bed and sat at the head of the bed to look at her.
A pair of dark eyes, full of tension.
"Much better." Ye Jindian handed him the remaining ginger tea, propped herself up with her hands and sat up straight, reaching for the corner of the quilt, wanting to get up.
Zhang Min put down the ginger tea and quickly held her hand. He felt the back of her hand was slightly cold and immediately stuffed it into the quilt.
"My lady, if you want anything, just tell me. Why come here in person?"
At a time like this, he should be asked to run errands and take care of things.
Ye Jindian was helpless: "I just want to boil water and take a shower."
There was blood all over my body, and it was sticky and it made me feel a little uncomfortable.
"I already boiled some water while I was making tea. Please wait a moment, ma'am."
Zhang Min stood up, adjusted the soft pillow around her waist so that she could lean more comfortably, and then went to the kitchen to fetch water.
In the kitchen.
Luoying was making a fire, and was bored as he flipped through a new storybook he had found.
The vernacular novels are all stories about weak scholars, without any plots about wandering in the martial arts world, strange stories, or fighting wars.
The most exciting scene was when the scholar's blacksmith wife swung a hammer to scare the robbers who broke into the house.
"They didn't even fight." Luo Ying muttered softly, feeling that this plot didn't make sense.
Others have bullied him right at his doorstep, why should I let him go!
"What?" At this moment, a voice sounded slowly behind him, "You're sorry, but you want to dive into the book and do it for her?"
Luo Ying answered subconsciously: "Of course..."
Halfway through the conversation, I realized something was wrong.
He quickly stuffed the notebook into the package, tied a knot, picked up the "X National Policy" that he had recently been studying next to him, and held it in front of his eyes.
Zhang Min put his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "The book is reversed."
Luoying quickly turned the book over, and then took a closer look—
So annoying.
The Prime Minister is doing such a mischievous thing again.
He silently put the book back in place, turned around and said in surprise, "Hey, it's the Prime Minister. Why are you here, and when did you come?" He patted his chest to express his loyalty, "If you need anything from me, just tell me!"
Zhang Min: “…”
Is his face as thick as a wall of steel?
It's incredibly thick.
"I need you to recite and elaborate on the passage 'The King of Qin Desires to See Dun Ruo'. Explain the reasons for the King of Qin's change in attitude toward Dun Ruo. How about that?"
Luo Ying: “…”
Not much.
Seeing Zhang Min carrying a bucket, he reached out to take it and changed the subject: "You are the one who fetches water. Come on, come on, this is such a heavy job, how can I let you do it yourself? Just leave it to me."
Zhang Min kicked him back to the next room and read it a hundred times, then took the water away.
Worried that she might need him, he didn't dare leave. He took a copy of the "Classic of Purity and Tranquility" and silently read at the door: "Observing emptiness is also emptiness, emptiness has nothing to be empty; since there is nothing, there is also nothing..."
When Ye Jindian opened the door with the wooden basin in her arms, he immediately put away the book and stuffed the leather belt behind his waist: "My lady needs..." He looked at the clothes in the basin, paused, and scratched the back of his earlobe, "Do you need me to wash the clothes?"
It’s not impossible for him to wash it.
He would definitely hold back before washing so as not to damage it.
He dared to wash it, but Ye Jindian was embarrassed to let him wash it: "No need, I'll do this kind of thing myself."
My underwear is still inside, I can’t let him touch it.
Zhang Min obviously thought of this as well. His ears flushed slightly as he stammered, "Then, then I'll bring some cold water?"
Ye Jindian: “Ah?”
Isn't the water in the tank cold?
What is he talking about?
"No." Zhang Min didn't know why he was so flustered in front of her. After calming down, he corrected himself, "I'll go get some hot water."
Ye Jindian wanted to say no, but she couldn't match his long legs and fast walking speed, and she disappeared in a few steps.
She couldn't stop him, so she had to let him go.
It's just money for a few buckets of water and some firewood. I can earn it back with a little effort. That's what she thought.
While washing clothes, Zhang Min stood with his back to her.
He looked just like a guard standing solemnly beside a high-ranking official, protecting him from harm. Ye Jindian was almost amused by his serious attitude.
and--
During the menstrual period, Zhang Min didn't let her do any chores except washing clothes with warm water, such as fetching water, cooking, washing vegetables, and washing dishes.
Heavy work like fetching water was done by his overly energetic subordinate next door, and he would handle everything else.
Ye Jindian was afraid of tiring him out, so she tried her best to get him to do some of the work that didn't require any water or extra effort, such as cleaning the yard and tidying up the furnishings.
When her stomach didn't hurt so much, she felt that being too idle was tiring.
But Zhang Min was still frightened by her pale face when she was in pain. In order to let her avoid cold water in the future, he practiced cooking skills in the next room, and finally -
Successfully poisoned all his subordinates.
Luoying and more than ten other people leaned against the courtyard wall and vomited in unison, looking horrible.
They really couldn't understand how the Prime Minister, who was a man of both civil and military talents, could have such poor culinary skills.
The food cooked by a six-year-old child is more delicious than his.
Someone raised his hand tremblingly and asked weakly, "Prime Minister, why don't you just give it to your sister-in-law?"
Why make so many of them suffer together?
Zhang Min looked at their exhausted appearance with a blank expression: "You bastards, how good is my cooking? You've eaten it and vomited it, don't you think you know the difference?"
How can my wife eat this kind of thing? What if she gets an upset stomach?
They are thick-skinned and tough, so they might as well give it a try.
Luoying: "...I still have one question."
Zhang Min: "What?"
Luo Ying: "Why can't the Prime Minister hire a cook?"
Zhang Min said as a matter of course: "You are already an eyesore enough, why would I send someone to disturb me and my wife?"
Luo Ying and others: "..."
What they said made a lot of sense, and they themselves couldn't refute it.
The vomiting sound from next door has been going on for several days, happening several times a day.
Seeing their pale faces, Ye Jindian asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Ying and the others were on duty and were rushing back to the Prime Minister's residence. They didn't know how to say much, so they could only vaguely say that they just had diarrhea and it was nothing serious.
Seeing that they were unsteady on their feet, Ye Jindian went to the clinic to get medicine. She also took a dose of licorice and dried ginger, cooked it, and sent it to them as a thank you for taking care of her husband.
Seeing that she had just gotten better and started to busy herself, and was busy for others, Zhang Min felt a little unhappy and pouted behind her back.
After Ye Jindian turned around, she bent upwards again.
The next day, he moved the place where he practiced cooking back to the prime minister's residence.
Ye Jindian never heard the sound of vomiting again after that. She was relieved that they recovered with just one dose of medicine. Their bodies were really strong.
However, it was not long before rumors started to spread in the streets that the Right Prime Minister's subordinates had been running out of the mansion weakly and could barely stand, and they were probably suffering from a severe beating.
When Ye Jindian heard the rumor, she was picking meat at a meat stall by the Zishui River.
"Is this true?"
"Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes! There was a dark spot on the back of their round-necked robes. I wonder if their backs were beaten!"
Immediately, a series of gasps were heard.
"Actually, I've seen this horrific scene before..." A woman in front of a butcher's stall said with a look of horror, "No, no, no, I heard it first, then I saw it."
"What? Tell me in detail."
When it comes to gossip, once someone starts it, there will always be someone else trying to dig out the stories. If they don't get everything out, they're bound to feel unhappy.
The woman who had changed the subject recalled, "I was selling silk flowers in the streets near the Prime Minister's residence that day when I heard 'dong, 'dong' coming from the residence..." She pointed at the butcher's knife, "like this muffled sound."
"Bang!"
The butcher chopped the sheep bone into two pieces with just one stroke.
“Wow——”
Everyone was frightened and huddled together with people they knew.
Ye Jindian had no one familiar to hug, so she silently took a step back to avoid the flying bone fragments.
"And what happened next?"
Some people couldn't help but ask.
Ye Jindian was also very curious. She turned her eyes and looked at the young lady who was terrified and covering her face with her wide sleeves.
She wondered if the unlucky guy who was beaten was the group of soldiers from the next door.
"Later..." The woman shuddered, "Later, I mustered up the courage to look over and saw the soldiers from the Prime Minister's residence with axes hanging from their waists, their mouths and the hems of their clothes covered in blood. There was also a man who looked like a scholar, who was running and crawling away in a panic."
The butcher chopped the bones and didn't hear what they said. He handed the meat to Ye Jindian with a smile.
Ye Jindian handed over the money.
She listened for a while until the woman finished speaking, then she left with the leg of lamb.
Just as I was thinking about whether I should go to the clinic to get some medicine for my injuries, I saw the old lady's stall from last time. I found that she was no longer selling eggs, but paintings.
The man in the painting is burly, with a ghost face and fangs, holding an axe and a mace in his hands, stepping on someone's head, with eyes as big as copper bells, glaring angrily, and very scary.
Ye Jindian had rarely seen such an ugly painting, so she went up to take a look out of curiosity.
Zhang Min was on a day off today. Seeing that Ye Jindian had been out for a long time, he followed the marks left by the secret guards and found her bending over to look at something.
"Madam." He walked closer, looked at the extremely ugly painting, and frowned, "You want to buy...a painting?"
Please don't bother with such inferior works.
He could make any kind of painting she liked.
Ye Jindian shook her head and curiously asked the old woman, "So..." She was too embarrassed to say ugly, so she changed to a more euphemistic word, "Does anyone like these hideous paintings?"
Now that the world is at peace, your tastes have become so unpredictable.
The old woman smiled and said, "You don't know this, but this is for the door to ward off evil spirits. It doesn't need to look good, as long as it's powerful enough to scare away evil spirits."
"Door gods that ward off evil?" Ye Jindian became even more curious. "Shouldn't those be Shentu and Yulei? What are these?"
How come she has never seen it before?
Could it be the patron saint that only exists in the capital?
The old woman said: "Kill God General, Right Prime Minister Zhang Min!"
Zhang Min himself: “???”
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