"Eldest Young Master, you’re really something. I didn’t hear a sound last night, haha."
Zhao Jun glared at him and ignored him. Relying on this silly servant, he would have been long gone, such a heavy sleeper.
Lu He was used to being ignored by him, humming in his heart, thinking it would be fine to deliver him to the master, just endure a bit more.
She took out the remaining bits of beef jerky, steamed buns, and pancakes to give him to eat.
She herself took a wild pear, wiped it casually on her clothes, and started eating it. Ugh, it tasted bad, sour.
Recalling the past few days, they were really the hardest days she had ever experienced, luckily, it was about to end soon.
They quickly finished their breakfast.
The two set off again. Fortunately, they found a donkey in the mountains. Lu He sat on it, Zhao Jun sat on a tree trunk, tied a rope to the donkey, and let it drag them forward, finally making things a bit easier.
After another three days of eating and sleeping in the open, it was worth mentioning that every morning Lu He woke up, she would see animal corpses — snakes, centipedes, lizards...
The butcher knife was never without animal bloodstains.
It was the ferocious Eldest Young Master who killed them.
How did she survive those days when she was alone??
Finally, they emerged from Yandang Mountain~
and arrived at a nearby town.
Qingfeng Town, the three characters carved into an ancient stone tablet.
On the wide road, there were merchants, travelers, vendors...
A few children aged three to four, each holding a string of candied hawthorns, giggling and chasing each other. This was the scene that touched Lu He the most, very reassuring.
Zhao Jun’s eyes were full of complexity. He wasn’t dead, he came back, and before he could lament about life, that silly servant dragged him to a corner with the donkey.
He looked at her sharply, puzzled, with big questions on his face??
"Shush."
Lu He squatted down, sat cross-legged, made a gesture for him to be quiet, and looked around.
After ensuring safety, she took out a pink peony-embroidered pouch from her bosom, carefully opened it, and poured out the Silver and silver notes inside.
Counting them one by one, there were a total of eighty-eight taels.
She smiled with joy, her eyes crescent-shaped: "Wow, there’s actually so much money, hehe, I previously estimated it was only eighty taels, didn’t expect there were eight more."
These eight taels were undoubtedly an unexpected windfall.
Seeing the Eldest Young Master opposite, looking disdainful.
She explained: "Young Master, you might not know, my monthly wages, even if I work myself to death, are only two taels. These eighty-eight taels are hard-earned, very difficult to obtain."
"When I served you before, if you were happy, you’d reward us with one or two taels. Among these eighty-eight taels, over ten taels are rewards from you."
"I’m a third-ranked servant, the lowest. The second-ranked servants, and first-ranked ones get even more."
"Besides, when you hit us, I can report an injury to the madam or the housekeeper."
"Our sale contracts are held by the Zhao Mansion. Beating and scolding is entirely up to the master, but the madam is kind, giving generous injury compensation, so everyone is willing to tolerate your temper."
"Last time, you stood up for Miss Sun, and we got beaten up until our faces were black and blue. I got twenty taels in injury compensation, hehe."
The last sentence was quite proud.
The man opposite showed a trace of guilt on his face. He couldn’t speak, only listen to the silly servant speak.
"Alright, alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. When we meet the master, the Zhao Mansion will surely rise again. Now that we’ve finally reached the town, let this servant take you for a good meal, then buy some new clothes, and go see the master in style."