Chapter 38
Relying on the Silver Given By Men to Feed the Three Little B*stards
Fu Cheng looked up at Rong Zhan and instantly understood what Rong Zhan meant, he quickly smiled apologetically and said, “Yes, your subordinate will go and investigate the medical skills of this Lady Gu. When she comes to An Pharmacy to give medical treatment, the first thing I’ll do is to report to the Young Master.”
Rong Zhan’s expression was indifferent. He waved his hand and said, “You may leave.”
Fu Cheng raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat and hurriedly left.
The bailiff, who had been standing by the side, followed him out of the Flower Hall. He supported Fu Cheng, whose footsteps were unsteady, all the way to the deserted long corridor.
“As expected, accompanying a monarch is like accompanying a tiger. I thought I was going to lose my life just now!” Fu Cheng’s heart was still filled with fear and he let out a long sigh.
The bailiff supported Fu Cheng with a puzzled look on his face. “Sir, what did the Young Master mean just now? He clearly has no interest in that Lady Gu, yet he asked you to inquire about her medical skills. Isn’t that contradictory?”
In fact, apart from Fu Cheng, no one in the Yamen knew Rong Zhan’s identity.
They could only vaguely judge from Fu Cheng’s attitude towards this Young Master that this Young Master was not an ordinary person. Other than that, they knew nothing about this Young Master.
“Shh, do you not want your life anymore? How dare you talk about the Young Master?” Fu Cheng said seriously with a straight face, “Speak less and do more. Don’t ask if the Young Master doesn’t mention it. Do as the Young Master asks. This is the way to survive! Quick, go and investigate this Lady Gu carefully. Be careful not to be discovered by the other party, or you and we will lose our lives!”
Of course, he had to investigate, but he had to secretly investigate without making a sound. Fu Cheng was a smart person, so he naturally understood.
The bailiff nodded and hurriedly went down to do as he was told.
That evening, Li Dali drove the carriage and sent the mother and children back to the small shabby courtyard according to Gu Qingxue’s instructions.
Li Dali received the money for the carriage, and Gu Qingxue gave him an extra five copper coins to help unload the goods and put the things he bought into the small shabby courtyard.
As soon as Li Dali’s carriage entered, all the villagers all stared at him.
Everyone was discussing animatedly. They were all envious of Gu Qingxue for being so lucky. She had really relied on her own abilities to earn money.
“I heard that Gu Qingxue dug up some herbs on the mountain and went to the town to exchange for money. What herbs did she find and sell for so much money? Look at the things on the carriage and the clothes that she and the three little things are wearing. Those are the most fashionable clothes in the town.” Among the villagers, a village woman wearing coarse hemp clothes saw Gu Qingxue in a blue and purple dress, and her eyes were almost bleeding with envy.
“Humph, what kind of dumb luck does she have? She’s a low-class person in her bones. She’s a widow after all. She might have hooked up with some man and relied on the man’s money to support those three little b*stards!” Madam Wang was also in the crowd, as she spoke, she spat, and the wound on her face was accidentally affected. She immediately grimaced in pain.
“Madam Wang, be a little more virtuous. Lady Gu may have lost her husband and is a little noble, but she’s not a fickle person. If you have the time to blame her, why don’t you take care of the man on your bed?” An elderly woman, who was also a widow, was very dissatisfied after hearing Madam Wang’s words. With a straight face, she berated Madam Wang and turned her head to leave.
Madam Wang was reprimanded, and her face instantly lost all light. She left in a huff.
The villagers also stretched their necks. After a while of envy, they each left.
After Li Dali unloaded the goods in the car, he also drove off. Gu Qingxue led the three children and told them to wait in the house. She went to the kitchen and made a pot of sweet porridge for them.
Although it was called sweet porridge, it was actually just rice porridge with some white sugar sprinkled on it. It was simple and easy to make, but the taste was very good. The rice was boiled until rice oil appeared, and was paired with the expensive honey. It was sweet and fragrant.