"Lady, it’s unjust, Lady..."
Liang Chen knelt before the Lady with a "thud," lowering her head as she faced the Lady’s suspicious gaze.
"Then why do you still plead for mercy? Don’t you know that I, your Lady, am incredibly busy to the point of death, watched to the brink of madness?"
Meng Zhaojun felt a surge of nameless anger rising, in reality venting her frustrations on the maid.
No matter how much she lost her temper and smashed things in the room, she could only use her gaze and words to suspect the maid!
"Lady, I am considering your interests. Lady, the private money you had earlier all came from dividends from that factory. Recently, you invested in a farm and lost the dividends from the lumber mill; there’s only the little monthly salary from Madam..."
In Liang Chen’s words, it was implied that this daughter of the county magistrate’s house was starting to become impoverished.
Thinking of going out again to buy things lavishly, completely disregarding the price to buy the most expensive items, that would need to be reconsidered.
The maid’s words made Meng Zhaojun’s face slightly soften, but her irritation remained as strong as ever.
The maid was right; she had some money before and impulsively had her mother invest in an estate.
Not to mention getting a corresponding economic benefit from someone else’s estate. High-priced farmlands worked just the same as regular ones, with no harvest yet and still requiring continuous labor and investment.
Later, she went to the gold and silver jewelry shop without thinking, just like the previous time; she grabbed what Tang Shunyan had set his eyes on, regardless of the consequences.
Although the items purchased were beautiful and worth buying, gradually, her wallet thinned.
One could say that now, apart from the monthly salary from her mother, she had to think twice before giving money to the maids.
The generosity of the past had become just that— the past, her only advantage over a farmer’s daughter being her social status and meager monthly salary.
She shouldn’t settle for the status quo any longer. If she didn’t start making money soon, one day she really could join her parents in the Capital City.
How could she compare with the daughters from wealthy families?
She would be looked down upon, and one could imagine how that would feel now.
She absolutely couldn’t allow herself to be looked down upon; she was a transmigrator, how could she live so wretchedly?
With so many skills in her possession, how could she be driven to desperation by the people of ancient times?
"Become stronger, become stronger... I must become stronger..."
Meng Zhaojun kept muttering this phrase, walking in circles around the room. Seeing the Lady , the maids dared not make a sound anymore.
She finally came up with a plan. Since the boss could only do carpentry, then in ancient times, aside from horses, there are horses, which she could draw without needing to copy any.
The only horses Meng Zhaojun had seen were ordinary horses; she had never seen any prized breeds.
Though she had heard of prized breeds, she had never truly seen them.
This didn’t affect her ability to draw white horses and the legendary blood-red horses.
Meng Zhaojun stayed up late into the night drawing; there was no helping it since she only returned to the courtyard late in the evening from her mother’s place.
Late at night, after finishing her drawings, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep on her bed even without washing.
Liang Chen carefully wiped the Lady’s hands and feet with a warm towel and covered her properly with a blanket.
She was on duty tonight, originally it was Mei Jing’s turn, but she stayed up waiting for the Lady’s paintings to dry, store them safely, and sneak out early the next day to carry out the task, an activity absolutely not to be let known to Madam.
Meng Zhaojun woke up again in the morning, not naturally but because the maid Mei Jing woke her.
She opened her somewhat sore eyes and didn’t blame the maid for waking her, although her expression bore a hint of melancholy. Here she was, a rich family’s daughter surrounded by an aura of privilege, yet unable to sleep until naturally waking.
Even laborers get days off!
Her days and nights as a rich daughter were busy, completing teacher-assigned homework, busier than the boys at the academy as she followed her mother learning this and that.
Life spun like a top, but how could she refuse in such circumstances?
Even if she didn’t fully appreciate it, she knew her mother was doing this for her good. At this moment, following her mother, she even learned some management skills from the housekeeper.
These were skills every legitimate wife must learn unless she dared to become someone else’s concubine. Illegitimate sons and concubine daughters were not so fortunate to receive such teachings from a legitimate mother.
Having many skills doesn’t burden one; Meng Zhaojun could only accept the strict training, looking at the little girl with dark circles under her eyes in the mirror.
Looking at the young girl’s skin in the mirror, soft and rosy yet seemingly lacking some luster, this was another point where she felt less confident, her skin not even as good as that of a farmer girl.