Wang Yan squatted blankly in the yard, waiting to take the leftover food from the main kitchen home.
Her father was the head chef's assistant in the main kitchen, known as Fatty Wang. He was in charge of the water dishes and usually managed to get some of the best food.
After all, he was in charge of slaughtering chickens and ducks, washing vegetables and fruits, and so on.
Three days ago, she was passing by a furniture store when she was accidentally hit by a cabinet. When she woke up again, she had traveled back to this fictional era.
The original owner of the body was herself, Wang Yan, who is 9 years old this year.
There is an older sister, Wang Ying, who is 13 years old this year. There is an older brother, Wang Xing, who is 15 years old this year. Both of them work for the third young master of the Marquis's mansion.
My brother is one of the only two servants of the Third Young Master. So Ying'er also benefited from this and became a second-class maid in the courtyard.
Wang Yan's mother was an old woman who guarded the side gate, a lucrative job.
All the servants in the mansion, as well as their relatives, had to pass through the side gate.
The Wang family were all servants born into the household and had been operating within the Marquis's estate for generations. Therefore, they lived a very comfortable life.
Even if you're very good, you're still someone's slave, with your life and fortune entirely in someone else's hands.
Moreover, the Marquis's mansion was extravagant, and the people acted ostentatiously without any regard for consequences.
Even she, a nine-year-old child, who had only been here for three days, heard about how the second master of the mansion had been sued by the Prefect of the Capital for riding a horse recklessly in the street, and how he had smashed up the government office.
Such mindless actions make this family seem like cannon fodder in a novel.
If something were to happen to this family, how could the servants possibly survive?
Thinking about it gave me a headache, so I decided to stop thinking about it. I continued to stare blankly at the floor tiles, my mind wandering.
Just then, Wang's father approached, carrying two oil paper packages, one thick and one thin.
Father Wang patted her head affectionately, "Have you been waiting long? Here, take it and share it with your mother when you get back."
The older siblings usually work in the inner courtyard and don't come home, while their father just makes a living in the kitchen.
Usually, only she and her mother eat at home.
Wang Yan carried the paper bag and ran home quickly; she was a little hungry.
Upon arriving home, I saw a woman wearing a brown coarse cloth top and a dark blue long skirt, with her hair neatly tied in a bun with a silver hairpin. She was stirring the porridge in the earthenware pot with a spoon, and steaming hot vapor surrounded her.
Hearing footsteps, Madam Wang turned around and saw her daughter had returned. She greeted her, "Come and eat quickly, the porridge is just cooked. What did your father bring you back today?"
One packet of oil-drenched chicken, and one packet of Sichuan peppercorn and plum powder.
The thin paper package opened to reveal a bag of Sichuan peppercorn and plum powder. I dipped a piece of chicken in it and ate it.
The slightly numbing, salty, and fragrant flavor, with a hint of sweetness and sourness, exploded in her mouth, and Wang Yan couldn't help but shake her head.
Seeing her youngest daughter eating and drinking porridge heartily, Aunt Wang felt a little more at ease.
It's good that she can eat. A couple of days ago, Wang Yan bumped her head and caught a cold in the middle of the night, which caused her to have a fever for several days. She was given several bowls of medicinal soup, but it didn't help. It really scared her.
After eating, Aunt Wang was in a hurry to get to work, so she put the bowls and chopsticks in the basin and planned to wash them when she came back in the afternoon.
He gave Wang Yan a sewing kit and told her to stay inside and not to run around.
He grabbed a bunch of keys and hurried into the mansion to go on duty.
After she left, Wang Yan threw down her sewing kit, sprawled out on the bed, and fell into a comfortable sleep.
Later that afternoon, she was awakened by a commotion, followed by a loud banging on her door.
Completely bewildered, I opened the door and saw a group of people carrying in a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.
After putting Wang Ying down, Madam Cui asked her, "Where is your mother? Did she go to work, or did she go out to buy something?"
"The shift has changed; we're at the side gate now."
The woman hurriedly left with a message saying, "Watch out for your sister," and went to find Wang Yanniang without even touching the ground.
"My sister?"
Wang Yan turned to look at Wang Ying. It seemed she had been hit with a stick; blood was seeping from her buttocks, and her clothes were now stuck together with the blood.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Wang Yan cried out in alarm, but no one answered her; the house was empty. Those who had run off to fetch a doctor or find her family had all vanished in a flash.
Wang Ying on the bed seemed to have fainted. She wanted to go over and check on her, but she didn't dare to touch her.
After a moment of stunned silence, I quickly went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Then I moved a stool, stepped onto the stove, and boiled a pot of water.
Whether you need to wash up or drink some hot water after waking up, there will be something ready for you.
"Oh dear, my son, what's wrong with you? Who got struck by lightning and framed you for stealing? I'll find her and skin her alive!"
Grandma Wang rushed into the house to see her daughter while wailing. When she actually saw the injuries on Wang Ying's body, her feigned wailing immediately turned into genuine crying.
However, she quickly stopped and turned to the kitchen to boil some hot water so that the family physician's wife could wash her daughter when she arrived.
Wang Yan quickly stepped forward, "Mom, I've cooked it all, it's keeping it warm on the stove."
"What? You brat, you actually dared to boil water yourself." He said, and was about to come up and slap her.
"Mother, I didn't. I saw my sister's injury and wanted to boil water for her. I really didn't play in the water myself."
Just yesterday, she felt she had recovered enough and wanted to help her mother wash the dishes. She nearly fell headfirst into the pot of hot water.
This frightened Aunt Wang quite a bit, and she told her that if she played in the water again, she would skin her alive.
Even now, she wants to scold her younger daughter. But she's too worried about her older daughter's injury to care.
While they were cleaning and bandaging her wounds, Wang Ying woke up in pain. She fell asleep again after a short while. Wang Yan also had a headache, so Aunt Wang tucked her into bed as well.
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