Ren Yaoqi was just asking casually at first. After all, Nanny Zhou had only been back with Li for a few days, so she might not know the answers if she asked her. However, it seemed that she had underestimated Nanny Zhou.
"Is it the old woman Liu who manages the accounts for my niece at the Fifth Madam's place?"
"Yes, that's her. The hot water maid can usually exchange hot water for some money from the generous maids. But the firewood and charcoal maid doesn't get much benefit because the mansion has a sufficient supply of ordinary firewood and charcoal, but the fine silver charcoal is strictly controlled, and open flames are forbidden in the servants' rooms. Guan is extremely dissatisfied with Liu Pozi, the maid transferred from the outer courtyard, who got a better job than her. She often makes things difficult for Liu Pozi when she asks her for firewood. The two of them dislike each other. Although they have never had a big fight, everyone in the courtyard knows that they don't get along."
Ren Yaoqi pondered for a moment, then nodded to Madam Zhou and said, "I understand. Thank you for telling me this."
She had only been 'awakened' for a short time, and although she had secretly inquired about the people in the courtyard, it was impossible for her to be as clear and detailed as Madam Zhou.
Seeing that Ren Yaoqi had stood up while speaking, Nanny Zhou couldn't help but ask, "Fifth sister, the New Year is approaching, have you thought of a solution? If Third Sister Ren makes a fuss at that time, I'm afraid our Ziwei Courtyard will suffer a great loss." Nanny Zhou always remembered what Ren Yaoqi analyzed last time, otherwise she would not let those people stay in Ziwei Courtyard.
Ren Yaoqi smiled at Madam Zhou and said, "Don't worry, Madam. I might need your help soon."
Madam Zhou said hurriedly, "Sister, what are you talking about? If there is anything you need from me, just tell me."
Ren Yaoqi came out of Li's main house and when passing by the west wing, he heard the sound of swords breaking through the wind and rhythmic shouts coming from inside.
Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but pause. She stood outside the door of the west wing for a long time until the maid behind her sneezed loudly due to the cold, and she came to her senses.
"I'll go see Daddy." She whispered softly, as if talking to herself.
As soon as he entered the west wing, Ren Yaoqi saw Ren Shimin, lying in the snow, brandishing a three-foot-long sword. His sword danced with the cries of a dragon. His wide-sleeved, pure white robe fluttered with his sword moves, and the blade occasionally reflected a dazzling flash of snow. He seemed to be taking things very seriously.
Seeing Ren Yaoqi walk in, Ren Shimin swung his sword in a flower pattern and retracted his sword. He looked at Ren Yaoqi with some complacency and said, "Yaoyao, has Daddy's swordsmanship improved again?"
If it were in the past, Ren Yaoqi would definitely give him some praise as he wished.
But Ren Yaoqi simply stared at the sword in his hand expressionlessly, and said softly, "It's very beautiful, but it's just for show."
Ren Shimin disagreed: "What does the child know? This time when I went to the capital, even the escorts could only praise my swordsmanship. They played against me several times and were defeated by me every time."
Ren Yaoqi looked at her father, closed her eyes, and said with certainty, "Dad, I wasn't lying to you. Your swordsmanship is just a show. You won't stand a single blow against a true martial artist." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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