She had a smile on her face, without the slightest hint of reluctance, and acted as a servant very naturally.
He appeared so natural, as if he had always been born into slavery, showing no sign of having just been transferred from free to slavery.
When Jiang Lu heard Zhang call her Second Miss, her face became somewhat unnatural.
No matter what, the person in front of her was her second aunt, and it felt really awkward for her to call her "Second Miss".
"There's no need to call us that. Just call us by the same names we used to. We're all in the village. If people hear us, they'll think we're some rich landlord's daughter!"
"You don't need to help with cooking. Just clear the wasteland for me. From now on, you can go to work in the fields at dawn, rest for an hour at noon, and finish work at dusk. After work, you can arrange your time as you like, but try not to bother us."
"These cakes are for you today. From now on, I will give each of you half a catty of grain for each day you work. You can decide how to eat them as you see fit."
Jiang Bai picked up ten cakes, put them in the basket, and handed them to Zhang.
Zhang carefully accepted the grain. Upon hearing that each person would receive half a jin of grain, she was overjoyed, but fearing she might have misunderstood, she asked, "Does Xian-ge'er... count too?"
He's only five years old; he's not a strong laborer.
Seeing her cautious look, Jiang Bai glanced at her and said, "A five-year-old can also do chores."
She stopped there; whether Zhang understood or not was up to her.
Standing outside Jiang Bai's house, Zhang pondered Jiang Bai's words, and soon her eyes lit up.
"Sister, isn't half a catty of grain per person per day too much?"
After Zhang left, Jiang Lu asked, and when she thought of the seven people in the second wife's family, who only had three and a half catties of grain a day, she couldn't help but feel heartache.
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