Chapter 6 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.
Song Jiao looked up, making no attempt to hide her unwillingness.
"How dare you!" Madam Jia was just looking for an opportunity to punish her.
"It's nothing. Maybe it's just that I'm getting old. Seeing such a spirited girl makes me feel a few years younger." Master Jia's health isn't good right now.
I just love things that are vibrant and full of life.
"In that case, let's skip teaching them the rules. They're too young to learn now, so we can teach them gradually later."
Madam Jia forced a smile and looked at the vixen: "Why don't you hurry up and thank your master?"
Song Jiao casually squatted down, holding a handkerchief: "Thank you, Master. I'm not feeling well, so I'll leave now."
She left immediately after saying that; she really couldn't stay any longer.
I feel nauseous.
I feel extremely nauseous.
Baozhu saw her aunt come out and quickly followed.
The other concubines in the room exchanged glances, surprised that the newcomer was so bold.
But what can you do when someone has such a face?
Judging from the master's expression, he wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he seemed to appreciate her lack of manners.
Madam Jia couldn't smile. She managed everything in the Jia household perfectly, and the newly arrived concubines had all learned the rules from her—these were all unwritten rules.
These concubines need to know how powerful the principal wife is, so they won't dare to overstep her bounds.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Song was a tough nut to crack.
The master still protects her so much after seeing her face. How will she stand in the backyard in the future?
"My lord, nothing can be accomplished without rules," Madam Jia reminded him.
"It's alright, she's blessed. Have the others go down and call in the fortune teller who told my fortune earlier."
After Song Jiao returned to her own courtyard, she saw that there was no reaction in the front yard, so she knew that nothing would happen to her today.
Baozhu didn't know how to persuade her aunt, so she could only ask the kitchen to prepare some delicious food and send it over.
When Madam Jia came out, she was angry. After taking a few steps, she looked at Granny Guo and said, "Since Concubine Song is a blessed woman, let her copy scriptures for the master and bring them to me for inspection every day."
"Go to the Buddhist hall and kneel for two more hours to pray for the master's well-being."
The entire backyard belongs to her; surely she can manage a concubine?
News spread quickly within the Jia family, and soon word spread that the lady of the house disliked Concubine Song.
After that, the food, clothing and daily necessities in Aunt Song's courtyard were the worst.
The servants began to complain.
They felt they had chosen the wrong master; now that the master was awake, they didn't even try to curry favor with him, and even the servants were suffering because of it.
Song Jiao was quite satisfied with the current situation; she didn't do any of the scriptures or prayers.
Every day when Granny Guo came over, she left with a livid face.
As for the servants gossiping, after thinking it over carefully, she asked Baozhu to call everyone in the courtyard over.
“Since everyone feels they’ve followed the wrong master, then I’ll give you a chance to choose again.” Song Jiao looked at the people whispering below; they probably didn’t consider her their master. “Those who want to leave, just leave.”
"I didn't need this many people here in the first place."
Seeing that these people hadn't moved, Baozhu shouted, "Didn't you hear me? Your aunt doesn't need you snobbish servants who look down on people!"
These people showed their dissatisfaction.
The steward, seeing this, looked somewhat troubled: "Aunt Song, we know how many servants are in each courtyard. If you keep doing this, there will be no one left in the courtyard."
"It's nothing." Song Jiao said indifferently, "I don't need so many people to wait on me, it's too noisy."
In the end, only Baozhu remained as a maid in the courtyard.
Everyone knows that the madam dislikes this concubine, Song, so life in this courtyard is unlikely to be pleasant, let alone receive any rewards.
It's better to find another way out.
“But even if these people leave, I will still arrange for servants to come over.” The butler also felt troubled.
It's impossible not to provide Song Yiniang's courtyard with any staff.
"Then find some simple, quiet servants who only need cleaning duties," Aunt Song said, not wanting to make things difficult for him.
"yes."
After much deliberation, the steward decided to send a group of people to Aunt Song's courtyard so that she could choose the women she liked, in order to avoid any further incidents like this.
Although the madam disliked Concubine Song, the steward knew that the master was certainly satisfied with Concubine Song's appearance.
Ji Huaizhi was among the group that arrived.
He stood out among the servants, exuding an air of aggression.
When Song Jiao's gaze fell upon him, he was also staring intently at her.
"You." Song Jiao pointed her slender white finger at him: "Why did you come to my yard?"
Ji Huaizhi looked at Xuanfeng standing by the window, his meaning clear, but he said something else: "There are few people and little trouble in this courtyard, so it's not troublesome."
Song Jiao smiled: "Then you can stay. As for the others, it depends on your willingness. Those who don't want to can go back."
As soon as Baozhu saw Ji Huaizhi's gaze, she carried the bird perch into the house, afraid that he would come forward and ask for the bird.
You should know that this bird was Aunt Song's favorite bird.
Song Jiao found Baozhu's actions even more amusing: "This bird originally belonged to them. Aren't we just forcibly taking it?"
Baozhu pursed her lips: "But Xuanfeng just likes being here with us, how can that be considered forcibly taking over?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black phoenix flapped its wings and flew to Ji Huaizhi's shoulder outside the door.
Seeing that he was tall and strong, Baozhu immediately fell silent.
“I’ve come to see Xuanfeng,” Ji Huaizhi said.
Song Jiao sized him up: "You came to my courtyard because Xuanfeng likes to stay here?"
Ji Huaizhi nodded.
With her gaze falling on the black phoenix, Song Jiao tilted her head and said, "This bird is so intelligent and listens to you, why does it like to come here?"
Ji Huaizhi looked up at Song Jiao, his rough, husky voice carrying a magnetic quality: "It likes beautiful things, whether it's people or scenery."
"You lecherous scoundrel!" Baozhu couldn't help but curse him.
Song Jiao raised an eyebrow. The man's gaze was devoid of any other emotion, as if he were simply stating a fact.
Ji Huaizhi put a purse on the table, and Xuanfeng flew to the table and pecked at the purse.
"These are Xuanfeng's snacks, I'll go downstairs now."
After saying that, he went out, his back view giving the impression of fleeing in panic.
“Aunt Song, he looks a bit fierce. Are we really going to put him in our yard?” Although the man looked honest, Baozhu always felt that he was two-faced.
"It's nothing," Aunt Song said with a smile, tilting her head. "I think he looks quite pleasing to the eye."
Ji Huaizhi stayed in Aunt Song's courtyard.
There isn't much work to do in this yard; most of the time it's quite quiet.
When Lihua went to look for Ji Huaizhi again, she couldn't find him. She saw Xishun and stepped forward, asking, "Xishun, where is Ji Huaizhi?"
Xi Shun frowned when she saw her: "Why are you looking for Ji Huaizhi when you're not in the eldest young master's courtyard?"
"I need to talk to him, tell me quickly!" Pear Blossom asked anxiously.
She had to ask someone to let her know before she came over.
"I don't know." Xi Shun shook her head and ignored her.
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