As the old steward of the mansion, his family also lives in the mansion. If his sons and grandsons are promising and can gain the recognition of the noble lord, they may be able to take over his job.
He was holding the packed dishes, and the family had already received their share from the kitchen and were waiting for the old housekeeper to come back and start eating.
The old housekeeper's eldest son watched the old housekeeper open the food box without blinking.
"Dad, what's the master eating today?"
The old housekeeper proudly introduced the packed meals to his family one by one.
"Hiss? It takes an hour to grind this tofu with that stone?"
"My dear, we don't have that much time. Only aristocrats like you can come up with this way of eating."
He introduced An Jingzhi's extremely luxurious way of eating one by one, causing his family to exclaim again and again.
The old butler was so proud that he seemed to be praised.
After receiving the task, An Jingzhi began to clean up the mess made by the original owner.
It is extremely foolish to try to highlight the nobility of the nobility by showing that you do not engage in farming.
Not long after he arrived, he canceled the order given by the original owner.
Naturally, the people were not willing to accept such an absurd decision, so they thought they would delay it as long as possible, and only plant when they really couldn't delay any longer.
Fortunately, they had not started planting when An Jingzhi arrived.
This practice of changing one's policies every day also made the common people in the fiefdom lose much hope for this nobleman.
He wanted to show the etiquette of an aristocrat, no matter whether it was food, clothing or daily necessities, he wanted to be particular and no one could compare to him.
There is no need to show off by making trouble for ordinary people.
It was obvious that his meticulous cooking methods had completely dispelled the suspicions of everyone in the mansion.
Now everyone in the mansion is looking forward to An Jingzhi's meal time.
Some raw materials can be left in the kitchen, and the leftover food can be brought to the table so that the people around him can have a share.
Only those who serve An Jingzhi closely and high-ranking officials like the old butler can get these benefits.
As for whether it was dirty or not, there was someone to help An Jingzhi serve every bite of food, and they used serving chopsticks, so it couldn't be cleaner.
Moreover, the people who cooked for him were carefully selected by him. Their nails had to be trimmed cleanly, they had to wash their hands before cooking, and they had to refrain from talking while cooking to avoid saliva flying everywhere.
There were countless requirements, and even the food they cooked at home was not as clean as An Jingzhi's.
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After strolling around the city, An Jingzhi found that the conditions and hygiene here were worse than ever before.
The productivity was more backward than any world he had ever experienced.
The inner city area is relatively okay, but when you walk to the outer city area, you can see feces almost everywhere on the street corners, and the air is filled with a foul stench.
The residences are also some low mud houses, and the roofs are not traditional ancient tiles, but various recognizable and unrecognizable miscellaneous items.
The conditions in the village where the original owner lived were actually similar, but because it was their own territory, they had a special place for defecation.
This small world has not yet developed tiles, so the roofs of these people's houses will leak whenever it rains.
The only difference is how much leakage there is.
The old butler followed An Jingzhi and watched him with his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He couldn't help but feel frightened.
The master usually looks kind and amiable, except when he first arrived, when he was a little fierce. But that's understandable. After all, after two assassinations, no one would be in a good mood.
The old butler had been accustomed to the master's amiable demeanor for more than half a month, and when he suddenly saw the master's appearance, his legs couldn't help but tremble.
"Master, is there anything wrong?" the old butler asked, suppressing his fear.
"Was it like this before?"
An Jingzhi pointed to a pile of excrement in the corner. The old housekeeper looked at him blankly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"Yes."
"You..." He was about to share some hygiene knowledge with the old housekeeper and the others, but he stopped right after he opened his mouth.
What kind of health knowledge is this? These people can't even recognize all the words, and they lack common sense. What's the point of telling them these things?
The old butler watched An Jingzhi walk back and exchanged glances with the followers around him, all with bewildered expressions.
After returning home, An Jingzhi began to write furiously.
The writing of this era is different from that of other small worlds and is more ancient.
It took him less than half a month to fully master the knowledge here.
There is no need for the old housekeeper to come and read to him every day.
I picked up my pen and wrote down the method of making tiles.
After thinking about it, he wrote down the methods for promoting public toilets.
Since you have decided to take on this mess, try to do your best.
In this way, even if something happens in the future, the people here will support him.
The emperor is worshipped highly, but no one obeys his orders. There are many princes, and this is not a peaceful era.
After writing the letter, he thought for a while and called the old butler in and gave him a few instructions.
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Miki Village.
"Uncle Jiu, where do you think Jingzhi went? Why hasn't he brought back any news for so long?" the clan leader asked worriedly.
He had watched this kid grow up and knew that he was wild, so when he told him that he wanted to go out and explore the world, he did not stop him, because he knew that even if he opened his mouth to stop him, the kid would find a way to escape, so it would be better for him to agree directly.
Uncle Jiu is the oldest elder in the village. In this era, the average age is around 40 or 50 years old. Uncle Jiu is 69 years old this year, which makes him a rare long-lived person.
At his age, he no longer had to kneel when meeting a noble. If he was willing to go to the noble's fiefdom, the noble would support him for free.
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