Chapter 13 The Prince Who Failed to Revolt
I came in the middle of the night yesterday and didn't see clearly, but the room was completely cleaned, spotless. Zhang Xiaojia watched He Fei fall into a deep sleep, and quickly made the bed, hung the gauze curtains, and carried He Fei to bed.
Zhang Xiaojia sprinkled medicine powder around their house, and no insects, ants or snakes could get in.
Looking at the food on the cart, there are two jars of confit pork, which can be kept for a long time without spoiling, 200 kilograms of rice and 200 kilograms of soybeans, after all, soybeans account for half of the gourmet recipes, 20 kilograms of radishes, 100 kilograms of potatoes, 100 kilograms of cabbage, and some salt, dried shrimps, and various seasonings.
Put away the quilts and the clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter. These clothes and quilts can prevent you from freezing to death even if there is no heating in winter.
The four treasures of the study include a lot of paper, which is used to copy Buddhist scriptures throughout the year, and a lot of Buddhist incense, which is used for offering sacrifices.
A bronze ice jar, for use in summer.
A wooden box of candles and many lamps, as well as sesame oil packed in bamboo tubes.
The remaining items are all medicinal materials and carpentry tools. She has basic carpentry skills and made the Chinese medicine cabinet in the past two days.
She is required to clean the Shouyin Temple and copy Buddhist scriptures every day.
There were a lot of scattered things, and Zhang Xiaojia sorted them out one by one. Basically, she had prepared enough food and drink for a year, so she was not worried about that.
There were still some things she was missing: a wooden tub for bathing and a large vat for the kitchen, so she wouldn't have to go out and fetch water when cooking. She had enough money, so she also needed a large iron pot to heat bath water, and a few clay pots and a pottery stove for boiling medicine. Since she had an ice jar but no ice bucket, she could use saltpeter to cool things down. She also wanted different styles of Boxia offerings.
Looking at the time, Zhang Xiaojia put the food in the lunch box into his own bowl and plate, washed it clean, and came to the gate. Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhang Xiaojia changed the lunch box back and brought in the evening lunch box. Behind him followed the father-in-law who delivered clothes. Clothes for all seasons were also delivered, two sets each.
Zhang Xiaojia raised his eyebrows. This winter's clothing is actually a white leather jacket and a black leather jacket. Isn't this too luxurious?
I heard the eunuch whisper, "The rules are that there's no food on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month. Also, there are two meals a day in winter. During the two coldest months, no cooking is provided, and the palace inhabitants must cook their own meals. The monthly inspection is conducted by the Third Prince's concubine's younger brother, a starving, lecherous maniac. No one dares to trespass in Shouyin Palace. The Emperor has guaranteed this. This old servant will deliver meals on odd days. Feel free to let me know if you need anything. County Lady, I'll be excused."
Zhang Xiaojia put three golden peanuts in the box and said, "I'll give you a list the day after tomorrow. Give it to the grocery store owner and tell him to prepare them. I'll come pick them up on the fifth day of the New Year."
Zhang Xiaojia returned to the back hall and boiled water. She had no other options as she had no firewood, only charcoal. After the water was warm, Zhang Xiaojia poured it into a wooden basin.
He continued to add water to the pot, carried the basin to the bedroom, and put He Fei in the wheelchair to go to the toilet.
It would be best to wipe his body, otherwise He Fei would be embarrassed to go to the toilet in front of her every time.
Finally, it was my turn to wipe myself.
The Zhou Dynasty inherited the Song Dynasty's establishment of a specialized agency, the "Street Office," to manage urban sanitation. Each sanitation worker received a monthly salary of "2,000 yuan and a blue shirt. Their duties included repairing roads, draining stagnant water, sweeping the streets, collecting feces, and improving the city's appearance. The government also hired canal dredgers to clear canals from door to door, and hired boats to remove road sludge to vacant areas in the villages."
The toilets here are built with stone channels dug down the slope, that is, pipes, concentrated in a large pit, and there are people who are responsible for cleaning out the feces.
All she had to do was clean the toilet and pour the dirty water into the toilet.
The Queen gave the second pill to Imperial Physician Hu.
Use points to see what Zhang Xiaojia is doing?
The queen couldn't keep an eye on Zhang Xiaojia all the time, but when she caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaojia busy burning firewood to heat water, sweating profusely, her face covered in dust, washing clothes, and even being forced to clean the filthy toilet herself.
This scene made the queen feel a sense of pleasure and comfort.
These rough and heavy work have always been done by servants of low status, but now they are undertaken by a princess of noble status. I wonder how long Zhang Xiaojia can endure such hardship and humiliation.
In her previous life, even in the imperial farm, she still had people serving her, and she could only hold on for a few months. She didn't believe that Zhang Xiaojia could hold on for a year.
If Zhang Xiaojia knew what the Queen was thinking, this? Humiliation? She could hold on for the rest of her life!
Zhang Xiaojia will fight back
Huang's mother is a germaphobe and doesn't like cleaning the toilet.
The historian was extremely filial and would personally attend his funeral every evening.
Su Dongpo praised his poems as praises of all things.
What an idiot! Zhang Xiaojia was worried about not having a toilet, but he never worried about having to clean the toilet.
Zhang Xiaojia was worried about not having enough food to eat, but she was not worried about having to cook for herself.
After cleaning himself up, Zhang Xiaojia took out the dinner from the lunch box. There were four steamed buns, two boiled eggs, and a bowl of tofu and vegetables. It was nutritious enough, but there was not a drop of oil or water.
She first fed He Fei nutrient solution.
Next time I give her raw eggs, she wants to pickle them into salted eggs.
Zhang Xiaojia took the medical records of her aunt given by Imperial Physician Hu. Her pulse was stable, she could swallow, breathe independently, and had normal bowel movements. She was no different from a normal person, except that she was unconscious.
This symptom is very similar to that of a vegetative state. A vegetative state is a persistent state in which the cerebral hemispheres and functions are damaged, while the brainstem functions are relatively preserved. The cognitive functions of the outside world or oneself are partially lost or completely disappeared, and the patient cannot communicate normally with the outside world. However, the patient may still retain functions such as sucking and swallowing, nerve reflexes, and metabolism.
However, experienced Chinese medicine practitioners can tell whether a person is in a vegetative state or a living dead person by taking his pulse. The living dead here have no problems with their pulse at all, just like a normal person who is asleep.
Zhang Xiaojia continued to watch. Every month, Imperial Physician Hu postponed the pulse-taking time by one hour. He probably wanted to see the patient's condition at different times, but he saw no difference now.
The difference between He Fei and his aunt's pulse was not that big, and Zhang Xiaojia thought they were both within the normal range.
[Jia Jia, what are you thinking about?]
"Brother He, you are communicating with me through your soul now. If not, does your brain sleep? Is there a time when you are awake and when you are asleep?"
[Yes, I do have a sense of the outside world.]
"I know a little bit about this poison. Brother He Fei, do you mind if I operate on your head?"
[No problem.]
"However, surgery is the last step. I'll go get the needles on the fifth day. I plan to use my wood-type ability to give you acupuncture on your head first to see if I can use it to repair your condition."
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