Lin Xiaoman, who had memorized the topography of Prince Qing's Mansion a few days ago, went straight into the study, found the account book that he had not carefully read during the day, and checked it carefully in the moonlight.
Expenses, balances, monthly income...
What, only about 100 taels of income per month?
Their entire palace only has 300 taels of silver in stock?
Looking carefully at the account book, although the moonlight was not as bright as the sun, Lin Xiaoman felt a chill in his heart after seeing it clearly.
That’s really all!
The Qing Palace is so big, but it only has this little money. It’s so damn poor!
This bastard Prince Qing must have a secret side job!
Of course!
And the money in the warehouse was most likely taken away by that bastard when he ran away!
Bitch, bitch!
Lin Xiaoman was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and then he tossed and turned in the study. In novels, study rooms usually have mechanisms, and maybe there are some here too.
After searching for a while out of curiosity, Lin Xiaoman's ears moved and he heard something. He quickly hid in the darkness and disappeared.
"Catch him!" A loud shout came from a familiar voice, it seemed to be Grandma Gao.
Then there was the sound of metal colliding.
After determining the direction, Lin Xiaoman climbed out of the window at the back, flew on the wall with his lightness skills, and quietly lurked on the roof.
Relying on the high terrain, Lin Xiaoman could see clearly.
Below, Grandma Gao and three palace maids were besieging a man who looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, wasn't he the honest steward Wang?
Lin Xiaoman squatted on the roof and watched the show for a while. In the end, Butler Wang was defeated. When he was about to be caught, he committed suicide by slitting his throat.
Well, he's a man.
With Butler Wang dead, the fight scene was over. Lin Xiaoman evaluated the situation again and thought, could she beat 10 Grannies Gao alone?
Well, probably, after all, I haven't put it into practice.
Go back and sleep.
The next day, as if nothing had happened, early in the morning, Nanny Gao brought two maids to help her get up, eat, and then leave.
After breakfast, I have nothing to do.
Lin Xiaoman, accompanied by two maids, strolled around Prince Qing's mansion openly. They first went to the storehouse. There was no gold, silver, or jewelry in the storehouse, but there were quite a few gifts sent by the guests during the wedding.
But it looks worthless.
The valuables must have been taken away by that bastard!
Forget it, no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.
"Alas, now that the prince is gone, I am left alone as a woman. The expenses of the palace are high, and the income from the shop and farm is not much. How can I make ends meet?"
Lin Xiaoman, with a look of sorrow on his face, kept muttering to himself, "The palace is very poor," and then, "Hey, from now on, we have to save money and increase income. Fenglan, tell Grandma Gao to move out all the useless things in the storeroom and sell them off. And send all the servants in the palace away if they need monthly wages. We can't afford to support so many people now."
The dowry the old emperor gave her was just a facade. He gave her the indenture contract, so there was no need to pay her a salary.
Lin Xiaoman had taken a look at the servants in the palace yesterday and found that almost all of them were employed by the prince, and each of them needed to be paid. It was also unknown how many of these people were actually employed by Prince Qing.
So, get out!
He picked and chose in the warehouse, trying to find something valuable, but unfortunately, until Grandma Gao brought people, Lin Xiaoman still didn't find anything good.
"Princess, are all these things going to be sold?"
"Mammy, I don't want to do this either. After all, it will be too embarrassing if it gets out. But you also know that our palace has no income now and life is hard. I am a married daughter and I can't be so shameless as to go back to the palace and ask my father and mother for money, wuwuwu..." Lin Xiaoman covered her face and shed tears of sorrow.
"I understand."
Grandma Gao turned around and began giving orders. While packing her things, she suddenly remembered something and reported, "Princess, the former steward of the palace, Wang, resigned this morning and returned to his hometown to farm."
"oh."
Lin Xiaoman responded indifferently without asking any more questions.
After handing the task of selling items to Grandma Gao, Lin Xiaoman moved to the study. She saw that there were quite a few books in the study last night.
After entering the study, Lin Xiaoman picked up a few books and began to read them carefully.
For the next three days, Lin Xiaoman was quietly reading in the study. While reading, he was thinking about what he would do next.
Marriage has been achieved.
The next step is to live, and probably die of old age.
So, how does she gain soul power?
Be an empress?
This is a feudal patriarchal world, and patriarchal thinking is extremely serious. The old man Emperor Wu Sheng has a total of thirty-one children.
Among them, princes accounted for more than half, and there were even more men in the royal Yang family clan, so the throne would never be hers.
As for starting from scratch?
Uh, it's too difficult.
Moreover, the emperor gets up earlier than the chickens, sleeps later than the dogs, and works harder than the donkeys! That is the fate of working too hard and dying early.
Oh, the above is a wise ruler.
Being a tyrant and ruining the legacy laid by our ancestors is quite enjoyable.
Okay, you've thought too much. The empress is not very realistic anyway. Putting aside other factors, the most important thing is the way of heaven. This is definitely a patriarchal way of heaven. Maybe the empress will step on the bottom line of the way of heaven, and then the stepfather of heaven will strike her with a thunderbolt and kill her.
After much deliberation, Lin Xiaoman decided that being a miracle doctor would be easier, safer, and more relevant to her profession. If she wrote a few medical books and promoted her medical skills, she would be remembered for generations to come.
GOOD!
That’s how it is. My main job is to be a miracle doctor, and I make some money from my side job. My goal is confirmed.
With a goal, take action.
Lin Xiaoman stayed in the study for three days and roughly checked all of Prince Qing's collection of books. As a result, he didn't find a single medical book!
There is only one book called "Da Gan Zhi Cao Lu" which records the plants in Da Gan, and one book called "Yi Bing Wen Lu" which is similar to "Huai Qing Sheng You Ji" and records a doctor's experiences with difficult and complicated diseases.
Lin Xiaoman belatedly thought of a question.
Many skills in ancient times were passed down from father to son, from master to apprentice, and from generation to generation.
Then many of them were lost as they were passed down.
Let's write medical books. It's simple. The key is that those who can read are all literati. Unless they are from a medical family, ordinary literati will not give up literature to pursue medicine.
It is less reliable to open a medical school than to write a medical book.
Irritable.
She is going out for an inspection.
That morning, after breakfast, Lin Xiaoman left with two maids and two guards. Of all the Princesses of Qing, she was the most powerful. Besides, it was just a small matter, so the spies wouldn't report it to the old emperor.
Sitting in the palace's carriage, we first took a tour around the city.
After wandering around for a whole morning, Lin Xiaoman finally had an idea of the capital city.
The magnificent capital adopts a circular inner cross structure. The center is the imperial palace, the first ring is the royal family, the second ring is the high officials, the third ring is the low officials and the rich... The further out you go, the poorer it is.
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