Zhong Mingwei nodded: "Okay."
Ah Chou put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and did not rush to blow out the candles, but went to tuck in the quilt for Zhong Mingwei. Although he knew that Zhong Mingwei would not turn over at night, Ah Chou still tucked the corners of the quilt tightly, even though it was May. But the night in Ningguta was still cold.
After tucking in the quilt, Ah Chou blew out the candle and went out with the dishes.
Zhong Mingwei lay on the bed. He felt dry and comfortable underneath him, covered with a soft and fluffy quilt, and his face was no longer pressed against a greasy and smelly pillow. Instead, it was a soft, crimson pillow with a faint sweet-scented osmanthus scent.
It had been a long time since he had such a comfortable night, but Zhong Mingwei had no desire to sleep. The question Ah Chou asked him kept coming back to him.
"So what do you think is home?"
He couldn't figure it out. He had no answer.
No one had ever told him what home was since he was a child. His mother died early, but the Queen Mother loved him. But the Queen Mother was always absent when she was worshipping Buddha. He could only see her a few times a year. His father was very busy, and sometimes he didn't have time to see him for several months. Whenever he saw his father, he would answer his questions with fear and trepidation, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly. Not to mention such gentle and childish words.
However, the Grand Tutor did tell him that for the emperor, the world is his home.
He understood the Master's words, so he has been following the Master's teachings over the years.
But today, he was completely unaware of the problem that the girl had mentioned so casually.
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After a tiring day, Ah Chou finally lay down. The firewood under her was not very smooth, but she was too tired to check it. She turned around and stared at the dark wall. Her body was exhausted to the extreme, but her brain was still excited.
Tomorrow, she would get up earlier. She would clean the house, take out the table from the side room, wash it and move it into the kitchen so that she could make noodles for Zhong Mingwei. She would also pull out the grass in the yard as soon as possible to see if she could find some seeds to plant some vegetables. It was not a good idea to eat pickled vegetables all the time. She could stand it, but Zhong Mingwei couldn't. He was weak and had bedsores. He needed to be healed...
By the way, what should we do about his bedsores?
Well, I have to go out and invite a doctor for him when I have time... Forget it, he might not want to see a doctor, so I'll go buy him some ointment. But where should I buy it? She only has five taels of silver on her, which is the salary she saved as a slave in Yuqing Palace over the years. She has to spend these five taels of silver sparingly. She has to buy more ointment for Zhong Mingwei to store, and also buy some bed sheets for changing, and some comfortable undershirts and other things. She can't let Zhong Mingwei go naked all the time. She also has to buy some meat, or else stock up some rice and flour?
…
While calculating the usage and expenditure of five taels of silver, Ah Chou finally fell into a deep sleep.
The next day.
As expected, Ah Chou got up very early. This time, she did not rush to light a fire and cook. Instead, she boiled some hot water first, and then quietly carried the hot water into the dormitory. Last night, she almost forgot to change the bill for Zhong Mingwei. At that time, she repeatedly warned herself that she must not forget it again. As long as she was around, she would never let Zhong Mingwei suffer that kind of suffering again.
Moreover, Zhong Mingwei was very concerned about his reputation, and Achou thought that he should change the sheets for him while he was asleep in the future, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.
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