After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

In the Fu family courtyard, Fu Shaoli was so angry that her eyes were red from crying.

"Father, I want to buy servants too! Why does Jiang Yun Ning have them but I don't!"

Looking at the sobbing Fu Shaoli, Fu Zhong felt utterly helpless: "Daughter, we can't compare to the Jiang family."

Although being a doctor earns more than ordinary people, he can't afford to waste money on his daughter. She buys new clothes every few days, and her monthly expenses range from five to ten taels of silver.

Over the years, Fu Zhong has been very frugal, even wearing clothes that are worn out and still reluctant to throw them away. He finally managed to save up thirty-two taels of silver to buy this small courtyard.

Just when things had settled down, why are they already clamoring to buy servants?

"Dad! Why can't I compare? I'm no worse than her! I don't care, if you don't buy it for me, I'll kill myself!"

Fu Shaoli has discovered that threatening suicide is more effective than coquetry.

Fu Zhong was shocked, and disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He never imagined that his beloved daughter, whom he had cherished for so many years, would so easily utter the word "death" just to threaten him into buying a servant to save face.

"Father only has two taels left. The Song family owes two taels for medical expenses. If you can get it back, then you can use it to buy medicine."

Fu Shaoli looked at the two taels of silver in her hand, frowned, and went back to her room to sulk.

In the middle of the night, Song Minglang was suddenly awakened by pain.

He hugged his legs and kept crying, "Mom, Dad! My legs hurt."

Granny Yang jumped up and nudged Old Man Song: "Honey, go check on Minglang!"

Old Man Song was fast asleep when he slapped her hand away, saying, "I have to go to work during the day, you go ahead."

He turned over impatiently and went back to sleep.

These past two days, Song Minglang has been complaining of leg pain, but Old Man Song has become too lazy to pay attention to him.

Especially late at night, when the bed is finally a little warm, after all that moving around, it takes a long time to warm up before you dare to stretch your legs.

Granny Yang glanced at him, and seeing that she couldn't get him to listen, she had no choice but to hurry over herself.

"Minglang, what's wrong?"

The wooden door creaked open, and Song Minglang, who was rolling around clutching his leg, looked up: "Mom, my leg hurts. It hurts so much."

His eyes were red, and tears welled up in his eyes from the pain.

"Let me see, Mother." Granny Yang stepped forward with a candle, lifted his trouser leg, and could only see that the bone setting area was a little red.

"Didn't Dr. Fu say we didn't need to apply any medicine? Why does it still hurt? Is bone growing inside?"

She brought the candle closer, looking at it again and again, with a puzzled expression.

It's been almost a month since I finished applying the last dose of medication, so why am I suddenly complaining of pain lately?

Song Minglang shook his head: "I don't know either. Maybe it's too cold, and he got chilled?"

Grandma Yang thought that made sense: "Wait here, I'll heat up the kang (heated brick bed) and add some more firewood for you."

As he spoke, he took some firewood, added two ladles of water to the pot, and brought it over once the water was hot: "Minglang, why don't you try soaking your feet in it?"

After a while, the water cooled down, and Song Minglang's complexion improved. He tried shaking his legs and felt no pain, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The next morning, Jiang Yun Ning got up with a yawn. In the courtyard, Jiang Che was practicing martial arts with Chang happy and the other two. Surprisingly, Jiang Yun Tian was standing at the very edge of the room.

"Big brother, why are you studying too?" She looked at Jiang Yuntian, who was panting heavily from exhaustion, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Jiang Yuntian turned around: "I'm also worried that there might really be refugees. More people always mean more strength."

As she spoke, she pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved, "My sister-in-law complained about my big belly the other day. I was just thinking that moving around more would help me lose some weight."

Jiang Yuning chuckled as she looked at the group of people in front of her. She was thinking about going to town today to buy some winter clothes for Changxi and the others when Jiang Che walked over.

"Why are you looking at others? Am I not good-looking?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of jealousy in them.

Jiang Yun Ning was somewhat surprised, feeling that Jiang Che at this moment was different from the Jiang Che of the past. He seemed to be carrying a sense of oppression.

It's hard to describe.

"I wanted to see their build so I could get some fabric to make winter clothes. They can't just wear this, can they? It looks like it's going to snow soon."

She explained helplessly, then waved her hand, "If you won't let me see, then see for yourself. Don't end up with not enough cloth."

Jiang Che pursed his lips, said nothing, and silently followed her into the main room.

Wang Cuihua and Jiang Laosan sat blankly in the chairs, as if they were in prison.

He's currently sporting dark circles under his eyes and sighing constantly.

As soon as she saw her coming, Wang Cuihua immediately stood up: "Daughter, I really can't stand it anymore. Please don't let them call me 'Old Madam' anymore. I feel uncomfortable hearing it."

Jiang Laosan nodded repeatedly: "Father too."

Just then, Liu Yuzhi walked in: "Me too. I don't want to hear about 'Grandma,' it's too scary."

Seeing the terrified expressions on their faces, as if facing a formidable enemy, Jiang Yun Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Father, Mother, Sister-in-law, this is just the beginning. As the number of servants in the house increases, how will you establish rules if you can't adapt?" She helped Liu Yuzhi sit down and poured her another cup of hot water.

"What? You'll have to buy more later?" Jiang Laosan scratched his head, and a scene of a group of people surrounding him and calling him "Master, Master" immediately flashed into his mind.

Suddenly, I felt that even the pipe in my hand had lost its flavor.

"Then...then Mother will try her best to adapt." Wang Cuihua clenched her fists, as if she had made a solemn pledge.

Liu Yuzhi pursed her lips and said, "Fine. So what if I'm being waited on? Do you think I can't enjoy this blessing?"

As she spoke, she touched her belly again: "You little one, you were born to be waited on, you're even more fortunate than your brother."

Because the family had hired servants, the meals were served on the large dining table in the main room, while the small table in the kitchen was left for Granny Zheng and the others to use.

As Jiang Anhe walked over, yawning, she saw that Granny Zheng and the others were still there. Somewhat puzzled, she tugged at Jiang Yunning and whispered, "Auntie, why are they still here? Are they going to stay with us forever?"

Jiang Yunning laughed and picked him up, placing him on a chair: "Yes, he'll be living with us from now on."

Wang Cuihua had her chopsticks in her hands, but she just couldn't bring herself to put them down.

Jiang Yunning saw this and said helplessly, "Dongmei, you guys go down to eat, you don't need to stay here."

Otherwise, Wang Cuihua really wouldn't be able to eat this meal.

After the meal, the women who made soap came into the house one after another. Lai Cai and Lai Fu stood guard at the door, watching these people silently, and got to know the faces of those who would come in to work every day.

Jiang Yuning was just about to go to town when a woman stopped him.

"Yun Ning, I need to talk to you about something." The woman hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong, sister-in-law?" Jiang Yun Ning looked at the kind-looking woman with a puzzled expression in her eyes.

The woman's lips moved slightly, and she said softly, "Yesterday, Jiang Mancang stopped me on the road with a hundred coins in his hand, asking me to tell him the recipe for making soap. I asked him how he knew it, but he didn't tell me."