"Oh, is that so?" Xing'er blinked.
"It's the one who bought the candied fruit and dried fruit for you before. He's kneeling in front of you like this, begging you to save his life."
"Did you pay, miss?"
"You know Miss is easily embarrassed. It's hard for her to feel good to be forced to kneel like that." Yuan'er was also uncomfortable. How could someone force someone to help like that?
"I'll go check on Miss." Xing'er's expression changed slightly, and she quickly turned around and went to Ning Feng'er's room.
"So eager." Yuan'er was slightly dissatisfied with Xing'er's constant attempts to please her mistress.
She wanted to please her mistress, but she was too clumsy with words. She always ended up saying things that made her mistress angry.
"Miss?"
When Xing'er returned to her room, Ning Feng'er was eating the candied fruit that Han Xiumei had bought.
"Xing'er? What is it?"
"Miss, there's nothing really, I just wanted to ask what you'd like to eat tonight?" Seeing that Ning Feng'er was eating candied fruit and didn't seem to be taking any medicine, Xing'er breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Ning Feng'er staring at her with wide eyes, seemingly wondering about something, Xing'er quickly made an excuse and asked.
Of course, she genuinely wanted to improve her meals.
Two days ago, Ning Feng'er wanted to ask her to improve her meals, but she refused because she was feeling unwell and made up an excuse.
"Miss, you must learn to cherish food. Life is not easy for the people in this village. If we eat too well, I'm afraid they will have complaints. It would be better to eat whatever is available and integrate into the village as soon as possible."
Ning Feng'er looked at Xing'er for a long time before finally nodding in agreement.
"Just cook whatever you have on hand, didn't we already agree on that?"
"In this case, we should follow Miss's opinion."
Xing'er said, forcing herself to speak.
“But you didn’t say that just a couple of days ago. Didn’t you advise me to integrate into life in this village as soon as possible? Starting with the food, I think your suggestion is good.”
A thoughtful look appeared in Ning Feng'er's eyes.
She didn't mind; she'd been having a better meal at her brother's place these past few days. She wondered where her brother got all that food; it was all so delicious.
As for what the kitchen prepares here, let Xing'er and the others eat it themselves.
Ning Feng'er did not yet know who had betrayed her, so she remained suspicious of both of them and dared not trust them easily.
"Miss, what is this?"
Xing'er felt a little regretful.
I shouldn't have said that.
These past two days, she's been eating so much food prepared at the estate that she's felt like throwing up. She's not like Yuan'er, who has such a good appetite and can eat anything.
The people in Zhuangzi did not live well, especially those who remained. They were generally exploited by those who left and mostly ate coarse grains.
Some of them also strain their voices.
She ate it for two days and then regretted it.
She wanted to slap her past self from two days ago; if only she had known, she shouldn't have slacked off back then.
However, all the money was with the young lady. Even Yuan'er only had some loose silver. She could have a hundred or ten taels, but even if she asked Yuan'er for money, Yuan'er wouldn't give it to her. Without the young lady's permission, that stingy Yuan'er wouldn't give her a single penny.
"Miss, you haven't been eating much these past few days. This isn't good for your health. How about this, I'll ask Yuan'er for some silver to make you some chicken broth with egg white?"
"No need, let's just go with the flow. I think what you said makes a lot of sense."
Ning Feng'er still rejected Xing'er's suggestion.
She picked up a candied fruit and popped it into her mouth.
"I understand, Miss." Thinking about the unpalatable food she would have to eat at noon, Xing'er left the room listlessly, completely unaware that there was a bowl under the table with some leftovers in it, which smelled of medicine if you smelled it closely.
It was also thanks to Ning Feng'er's usual fondness for candied fruits and the like that that she could eat a few more to mask the taste of medicine in her mouth and avoid arousing their suspicion.
Not long after Xing'er left, a girl of about ten years old pushed open the door and carefully took the bowl away. As she left, she gave Ning Feng'er a fawning smile.
This is Han Xiumei's daughter, Shiping.
This girl has a good eye for things.
She put the bowl directly into her clothes.
Because of years of hunger, Shiping was very thin. Her clothes were loose and could easily fit a small bowl. Moreover, she was wearing her mother's old clothes that had been altered.
"Wait." Seeing that Shi Ping was about to leave, Ning Feng'er called out to her.
"Miss?"
"Wait for me a moment."
Ning Feng'er thought for a moment, then found two old clothes in the closet and handed them over.
"I've worn this dress a few times. If you don't mind, you can keep it and have your mother alter it so you can wear it."
"Miss, such beautiful clothes?" Shi Ping was stunned. Were these really a gift for her?
she?
Shi Ping vigorously wiped his hands on his clothes before daring to touch them.
"Does Miss really intend to give this to me?"
"It's absolutely true, please accept it."
Ning Feng'er smiled and pinched Shi Ping's cheek.
Shi Ping was somewhat dark, and although the clothes were old, they were very clean, which is why Ning Feng'er dared to touch them.
Seeing Shi Ping carefully carrying her two old clothes back, Ning Feng'er couldn't help but feel a little moved.
The people left in this village are really suffering terribly.
She suddenly felt a strong urge to help these people.
Even just slightly improving their lives would be better than what they are like now.
She just didn't know what to do.
She has always lived in Jiuxiao Mountain Villa.
Life at the manor was affluent; even the maids, servants, and young men lived quite well, with fish and meat at every meal and new clothes to wear in every season.
Therefore, almost everyone who leaves the villa is very respectable.
Especially head maids like Yuan'er and Xing'er, who are like daughters of wealthy families.
Her hands were smooth and her skin was delicate.
He had never done any manual labor.
Nowhere is there a place like Shiping.
The ten-year-old girl had rough, dark hands and dark skin.
After thinking it over and over, Ning Feng'er couldn't find a solution and went to Ning Hongze's room in frustration.
Ning Hong was deeply poisoned. Unlike Ning Feng'er, who was only poisoned for two months, he had been poisoned for over ten years. He not only needed a large amount of medicine, but also needed to cut open his fingers to release the toxins that had accumulated on his fingertips.
Seeing the slightly dark blood flowing from Ning Hongze's fingertips, Ning Feng'er's eyes reddened again.
"Brother, you must be in a lot of pain, right?"
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