The bed left by the prefect's wife before her death was all good things, but rich people are particular and it is normal that they don't want to sleep on a bed that has been slept in by others.
They can't buy on behalf of others because they have no taste.
"Okay, I understand. Is everything okay in the village?"
"Everything is fine. It's cold now and everyone is free."
Even though it's dawn, it still takes a while to work. The spring plowing doesn't start until April after the snow melts in March.
"You guys go ahead and tell the concierge to open the door and let someone in when they deliver the bed."
"Little Bai!"
Zhao Dashu glanced at their clothes and sighed deeply. His face was frozen purple.
"Wait, everyone should drink some brown sugar ginger tea to warm up before leaving."
He was really afraid that people who went there would catch a cold.
I've been through the cold myself, so I know how they feel right now. Most people can't stand the freezing north wind.
When the servant beside Zhao Dashu heard it, he immediately went to the kitchen.
The village head felt very warm in his heart, "Thank you very much, Master!"
I didn’t expect that the master would care whether they were cold or not!
The kitchen moved quickly and brought out two large bowls of brown sugar ginger tea. Two farmers held the bowls. Did this look like brown sugar water?
Carefully take a sip, sweet! Really sweet! Sweet to the core of their hearts!
Afraid that I would drink too slowly and make my master wait, I gulped it down reluctantly. As the hot water went down my stomach, I felt warm immediately.
Ginger tea is very effective in dispelling cold.
"Thank you for the gift, Master. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
I didn't dare to bother them any further, for fear that they would become impatient.
"Okay, hurry up and guard the village."
"yes!"
After everyone left, Zhao Xiaoyu appeared and said, "Dad, these people are dressed worse than we were back then."
"Yeah, that's why most farmers only live to their thirties. It's just a waste."
"Life is so short?"
"Indeed, it's that short. And once you sell yourself, you'll be nothing but farmers for generations to come."
"Generations of slavery?"
"That's about it. Sellers are like that."
Yes, Zhao Xiaoyu nodded. She also knew that unless they released the servants their family had bought and allowed them to redeem themselves, their children would also be slaves of the Zhao family.
To be honest, a few taels of silver per person is really not expensive. It is equivalent to buying their lives for generations, and their descendants can enjoy the happiness with them.
But she didn't know that the farmers were the same, and thought they were renting the land to grow crops.
The treatment of the slaves is worse than that of slaves.
"Dad, do we go out and buy a bed now? Or do we buy a bed here and move it over?"
Yes, it’s better to sleep on the kang here. I spent a lot of money to buy a bed, but I haven’t slept on it yet because we still sleep on the kang in winter.
"I hadn't thought about moving there until you told me. I won't buy new furniture after moving. Even if I have money, I can't waste it carelessly. I have to save as much as I can."
That's what she meant. This bed was chosen by everyone themselves, just what they liked.
"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to dismantle the bed and transport it tomorrow."
We have many cars at home, so we can finish the delivery in a day or two.
Zhao Dashu thought of the village head, "My daughter, do we still have some coarse cloth at home?"
"I didn't bring them from my hometown. You know the servants at home need them, so I left them here."
They don't know how to wear coarse cloth at all, so why bring it out?
"Let's buy some, a full set of clothes for each person. It's too miserable to look at, so let's just consider it a good deed."
"Okay, I'll buy it tomorrow. Dad, you've softened your heart now."
"I'm not being soft-hearted. I just think that doing good deeds is always good for me. We can give cotton clothes to beggars in the city every year, but why do our own servants have nothing to wear? This doesn't make sense."
"That's right. They are now considered our own. If they take good care of themselves, they will have more energy to work. The clothes are just a gift for meeting us. We'll see how they perform in the future."
"Is this matter left to you and your mother?"
"no problem!"
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