This means that the madam and the young madam do not trust them at all.
Young Master Zhao Tingduo was not interested in any of them.
Wan Youyou had read a book about her travels on the Dilu Grassland.
They knew the tribe couldn't keep supporting people like this forever.
The purpose of fattening pigs is to eat them for meat, but what is the purpose of raising people for nothing?
Wan Youyou dared not imagine that one day, Lady Wuya would give her and her group of women as gifts to some warrior below, or exchange them for a few cattle and sheep with calves.
Wan Youyou doesn't want to become an object and be resold again, so she wants to show her loyalty to the tribe by helping to improve the tribe's spinning techniques.
Song Liyun picked up two plumb bobs and looked at Wan Youyou, saying, "This kind of behavior that is useful to the tribe is commendable. What reward do you want?"
Wan Youyou remained silent.
Just as Song Liyun thought she hadn't understood and was about to repeat herself, Wan Youyou looked up, her face slightly flushed, and said, "This servant wishes to settle down in the tribe. Please grant my request, young mistress!"
Song Liyun opened her eyes wide and looked sharply at Zhao Tingduo.
Zhao Tingduo was drinking milk tea when she almost choked. She couldn't help but scold, "Do you know what you're saying? What does 'accomplishment' even mean?"
Seeing the misunderstanding between the two, Wan Youyou quickly knelt up straight: "Young Master, Young Madam, this servant wishes to ask Master to arrange a marriage!"
Arranged marriage?
As the tribal chief, Zhao Tingduo had the authority to arrange marriages for others.
This time, Song Liyun didn't glare at Zhao Tingduo, but asked in surprise, "Who do you want to marry?"
Wan Youyou has only been in the tribe for a month and hasn't even had any contact with anyone yet, so how come she already has a boyfriend?
This is clearly an attempt to steal Zhao Tingduo's man; who dares to be so bold!
Wan Youyou answered without hesitation, "Abu!"
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wan Youyou emerged from the white tent, her face flushed, showing a mixture of excitement and bewilderment.
Her request to move freely within the tribe was granted by the young mistress, but her arranged marriage was rejected.
The young mistress said, "You've only been in the tribe for less than a month, it's too early to talk about marriage."
This idea is nothing more than a drowning person grasping at a straw; it's not genuine affection.
"Wait until you truly fall in love with the people and things of the tribe before considering arranged marriage!"
Wan Youyou had originally thought that since she was already destined to spend her whole life on the grasslands, she might as well marry that dark-skinned, strong, and kind-hearted Di tribe boy, and she didn't dislike him.
Unexpectedly, the young mistress refused, saying it was just an impulsive idea and she would probably regret it for the rest of her life.
Marriage is not a game, and she is unwilling to be married off casually.
Wan Youyou had thought about these things too, but she couldn't afford to lose, so she had to give it a try.
Fortunately, now that the young master and young mistress know his feelings, he is no longer at risk of being given away casually.
Wan Youyou stumbled between the tents, her face and heart burning.
Although she was deeply favored in the Minister's mansion and had a great reputation in the capital, she grew up to be a well-known figure.
But the only person who truly cares about my happiness is my mother.
Now the young mistress is considered half a mistress.
The reason she counted it as half was because she believed that Song Liyun was testing her, and it wasn't entirely sincere.
Inside the white tent, Yuquan was also talking about Granny Xu and the others.
"Young Madam, you don't know, when Granny Xu asked those four palace maids to comb the wool, it was like they were combing each strand one by one. They couldn't even comb a box of wool in half a day, so the aunties who were spinning thread had to do it themselves."
Yuquan became more and more excited as she spoke: "I don't know how this person grew up. Five-year-olds can comb their fur, but they can't!"
Song Liyun smiled and said, "What they learn on a daily basis is managing the inner quarters, servants, fields, shops, estates, running businesses, as well as composing poems, playing musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
Zhao Tingduo snorted: "They're not stupid, they just don't want to put in the effort!"
My mother said that their meals need to be prepared separately?
Upon hearing this topic, Yuquan perked up again and said angrily, "Yes! Usually, the young mistress only needs to cook one main dish, but they not only need several kinds of rice, but also each with their own taste. How pretentious!"
"Young Master, Young Madam, why do you spoil them like this?"
Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo exchanged a glance and both laughed.
Zhao Tingduo said, "When the grassland is covered by heavy snow, everything is the same white, and you can't tell where there is cow dung or dry grass. You just need to wait patiently for the snow to melt, and the hidden dirt will be exposed."
Yuquan was a smart man, and after a moment's thought, he understood: "Just like Miss Wan from earlier, she's not that kind of person!"
Song Liyun nodded and then shook her head: "We still need time to observe!"
Wan Youyou's behavior is different.
Yet a sixteen-year-old girl, who went from being a noble lady in the capital to the grasslands, fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and adapted very well. Not only was her mentality completely calm, but she even brought up the matter of being betrothed.
Something unusual must be going on. Song Liyun considered herself to have strong mental power, but if she put herself in Wan Youyou's shoes, she would realize that she was no match for her.
It can't be another time traveler.
After talking for a while, Yuquan took the copper kettle and went to find Yunniangzi.
Only Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo were in the tent.
Zhao Tingduo pulled Song Liyun's hand, frowning as she asked, "Why did you look at me like that just now? Did you suspect that there was something going on between me and that woman?"
Song Liyun was still thinking about Wan Youyou's unusual behavior when she casually said, "When you suddenly brought people to the white tent, I thought you were going to stage a coup!"
"A coup?"
Zhao Tingduo leaned closer, lightly kissing her face, and mumbled, "If I thought that way, you'd skin me alive. You're already the best; other women are just sheep in my eyes."
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