C26 Salted Duck Egg

026 Salty duck eggs

What he had said to his mother tonight was indeed true, but it was just that … How could the imperial family wait for their daughter, Fu Bo?

He wasn't sure.

He just said it out loud to let his mother calm down.

It was hard to tell if he would be able to get this position after causing such a ruckus during the filial period.

Wu Family was not something that showed off one's background, and there were no capable people. Whether or not a hereditary position in Imperior Guardian could fall on his head, one would still have to find someone to operate and build relations with.

He had prepared three thousand taels of silver long ago. When the time came, he would send them up. He hoped that he could smoothly take over his duties.

When their family was in the midst of a funeral, they had already caused a commotion. Fortunately, they had managed to suppress it. If they were to continue to cause a ruckus, it might not end up like this.

Moreover, he was certain that if this continued, his Wu Family would not have a good reputation.

The illegal brother didn't care. The other party had passed the provincial graduate by virtue of his true abilities and even had a classmate as his guarantor. He couldn't do it, he still had his son and daughter!

Wu Jun sighed deeply. There were many things that he did not have the time to ask about when his father had left.

If Wu Family truly had the fortune to become the outer sect of an emperor, then wealth and prosperity would absolutely be guaranteed.

The generations of wealth and prosperity were also guaranteed.

If you miss...

If he missed it, even if it was just a prince's outer sect, it would still be okay!

It's just that I don't know if Wu Family can …

Sigh …

After thinking about all sorts of random things for half a night, it was almost daybreak before he finally fell asleep.

And Wu Youwei?

He slept until dawn before getting up, because the madame had said yesterday that everyone would rest for a period of time, which was about eight to ten days. Since Wu Youjiu had said hello to the butler, he would go with him if his brother started to greet him, and if he did not, he would not go to the madame's courtyard again.

Xiaoxiao brought in breakfast: steamed buns, cabbage soup, scallion tofu, a dish of pickled vegetables, and two salted duck eggs.

"Have you eaten?" Wu Youzi washed his face and combed his hair a little. Although he did not comb his hair very well, the more unkempt he was during filial days, the more he acted as if he did not care about his feelings and was only concerned with sadness. This was called filial piety.

He was helpless about his hair. When he was a man of art, did he have long hair?

Even the barber at the barber's shop was a little out of line, not a head of soft black hair.

However, he was not a very particular person.

After washing up, he ate breakfast.

"I've eaten. The chef gave me a salted duck egg." This matter made Xiaoxiao very pleased. He also had the salted duck egg to eat.

"Have the cook bake you five egg pancakes in the morning." Wu Youwei felt sorry for the child. There was no shortage of salted duck eggs in the house, but there was no shortage of masters. The servants were divided into different grades as well.

The maidservant was divided into four groups.

His personal grand maidservant was a level one, so a month's worth of money was one tael of silver.

Below grand maidservant was the second rate maidservant. Eight hundred gold coins per month.

Below maidservant were the third grade maidservant s, six hundred gold coins per month.

Waiting for the little maidservant to become a headless little girl, with only two hundred gold coins per month, the little girl would usually be under ten years old, and would be more than five years old.

What could he do?

Basically, they were all beauties who had just bought the mansion, or the daughters of the stewards. They would raise them as soon as they came in and grow up first.

On the other hand, a meat bun cost three dollars, while a vegetable bun cost one copper coin.

Of course, this was only a rough steamed bun. If it was a plain white one, then it would be even more expensive.

Therefore, it could be said that the Wu Family was something to be reckoned with, and the servants at home all ate and dressed warmly.

However, there were disputes wherever there were people. Big fishes ate small fishes, small fishes ate shrimps, and shrimp ate mashed meat. These were all natural laws.

One underling had a salted duck egg, but some underlings ate two, so one underling didn't have a salted duck egg to eat.

Little Jun used to be the one who didn't have any salty duck eggs to eat.

The current him was only enjoying the treatment he was supposed to receive. He was so happy, but he really was a kid.

"Really?" Hearing that there was an egg cake to eat, her little eyes lit up.

"Really, really." "You'll be able to eat tomorrow morning," Wu Youwei promised with a nod.

"Mhmm!" Zhang Xuan nodded his head and nearly drooled.

The house was not really a vegetarian, because it was not yet popular to use plain oil, which was rare and more expensive than meat oil. As a result, only a few masters used plain oil for their food, while the servants also used pork plate oil.

After breakfast, Wu Youwei went to his small study room.

The study room was a private place, and only those who were close to him, such as bookkeepers and guard s, were allowed to clean the room.

It was one of his duties as a errand boy to clean up the study. Fortunately, the study was really 'small', or else Wu Youcai would not have been bothered by it.

The original owner's small study was personally arranged by the old master when he was still alive. Not only were there a large number of books, there were also high quality stationery s.

It was a famous painting of Ma Yuan from the Song Dynasty. It was made from silk and had an ancient feel to it.

This "Xiaoxue Mountain Atlas" depicts a snowy-covered morning when a mountain villager drives two little donkeys dressed in charcoal to walk between the snow-capped mountains.

The mountaineers were dressed in thin clothes, with their necks hunched, giving off a cold and threatening feeling.

Donkey, bamboo basket, charcoal and people's clothing lines are hook with dry pen, and ink rendering.