"Happy, happy!"

Jiang Li drank a large pot of light salt water in one gulp. He felt that his whole body was clear and he could not describe his comfort and happiness.

Although Jiuxi Buqi can instantly repair physical damage, it cannot replace drinking water and food.

As warriors temper their bodies, sweat is constantly evaporating. If it is not replenished in time, it can be fatal.

"Chuchu, you really don't have to worry. I'm not sad or depressed now. On the contrary, I'm happier and more at ease than every day before!"

Jiang Li put down the kettle, pinched Chu Chu's little face, and said fiercely: "Also, the young master is very hungry now. If you don't serve the rice, be careful, I will eat you in one bite!"

"Chu Chu is not delicious, it is thin and small. The chicken has been stewed in the casserole for an hour. I will serve it to the young master!"

Chuchu burst into tears and smiled. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and quickly turned around to prepare lunch.

"The little girl is very considerate."

Jiang Li just walked back to the room and saw the warm water and change of clothes prepared for him in Chuchu, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

If it weren't for his difficult situation, the eldest lady would always regard him as a thorn in her side. Jiang Li actually likes this kind of life.

Have your own small courtyard.

There is a little maid who truly cares and serves me tenderly.

You don’t have to worry about sky-high prices for houses or betrothal gifts, and you don’t have to worry about running away midway through your studies.

Compared with the impetuous and materialistic world of his previous life, this place may be more suitable for him.

It's a pity that there are always people who don't want him to be stable and peaceful.

In recent days, he stayed behind closed doors, and the maids from the eldest lady's courtyard came to his door to inquire about information from Tieba and Tiejiu more and more frequently.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

But until the end, no one knows whether the wind is more violent or the trees are stronger!

Jiang Li took off his shirt, revealing his increasingly stronger body. Although he only practiced martial arts and Qi for a few days, his body was getting stronger at a very fast pace.

Scooping up warm water from the large wooden basin in front of him, Jiang Li washed the sweat and dirt off his body, put on the dry clothes he had prepared at the beginning, and felt refreshed.

"Master, let's eat!" Chuchu also walked in with dishes and placed them neatly on the desk.

Jiang Li sat down and opened the casserole. A delicious aroma filled his nostrils. On the clear soup, there were gold-colored chicken soup oil beads floating on it. The chicken was tender and cooked, and the bone was fragrant, with a faint aroma.

The medicinal aroma of Codonopsis pilosula and Astragalus membranaceus.

Next to the casserole, there are two plates of tender and delicious vegetables, a small bowl of pickled vegetables and two bowls of rice.

The day after he taught Tie Ba and Tie Jiu a lesson, the two of them delivered more than 150 taels of silver that they had collected overnight to Jiang Li.

Although these silver coins are not enough to compensate for the money that has been deducted from Jiang Li over the years, Jiang Li also knows that even if he kills the two of them, it will be difficult to get more compensation.

One hundred and fifty taels of silver is not much, but for Chuchu, it is an unprecedented huge sum of money.

The little maid put all the silver coins into the small wooden box under the bed. Sometimes in his sleep, Jiang Li could faintly hear the voices in the next room in the next room, lighting up the lamp at night and counting the coins.

Even with your eyes closed, you can think of Chuchu’s money-obsessed look with crooked eyebrows.

Jiang Li asked Chuchu to buy some beautiful clothes, but the little girl was reluctant to spend an extra copper coin for herself. The money was used to buy meat, herbs, and dishes to nourish Jiang Li's body.

"It smells so good and delicious!"

Chuchu picked up a piece of chicken and couldn't wait to put it into Cherry's mouth while blowing on it.

The chicken is tender and the soup is delicious.

The little maid's eyebrows were curved, and she praised vaguely: "Chuchu's craftsmanship is excellent!"

"Jiang Li, come out quickly, the eldest lady wants to see you!"

Jiang Li picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and before he had time to pick up the dishes, the door to the small courtyard was rudely pushed open, and three arrogant women in white fur coats strode in.

They are gorgeously dressed, with silk floral patterns embroidered on their skirts, and the white fur they wear is worth thousands of taels of silver.

"Snowy willows, misty rain, like clouds, it is rare for three big girls to condescend to come at the same time!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Li put down his chopsticks and walked out of the hut. He recognized the person who was the personal slave in the eldest lady's courtyard.

The eldest lady comes from a prominent family in the south. The family's influence is deep-rooted and powerful. She dominates the prince's mansion with one hand, and even the servants around her are arrogant and have their eyes above their heads.

Some of Jiang Shirong's concubine's children should also be polite when they see these slaves.

"Jiang Li, I haven't seen you for a while, but you are having a great time!"

The maid named Xue Liu frowned slightly. She smelled the aroma wafting in the courtyard and covered her nose in disgust.

Only the lower class would eat such vulgar food. All they ate in Qiluanxuan were bird's nests, sea cucumbers, and fine rice and noodles.

"Chuchu, hurry up and help your young master get dressed. The eldest lady doesn't want to see him looking so shabby!"

Yanyu held a rosewood tray with a soft silk Confucian robe neatly stacked on it.

Jiang Li glanced at Rupao, his eyes flashed, and he said nothing.

This piece of Confucianism and Taoism was given to him by the envoy of the Confucian Temple as a reward for his first place in the college examination, but it was taken away by the eldest lady as soon as he returned to the house.

Jiang Lifang can only wear it during festivals or when important guests are visiting, so as not to lose the face of the Hou Mansion by wearing shabby clothes.

"Master"

Chuchu quickly ran over to take the wooden plate and looked at Jiang Li with some worry.

Every time the eldest lady summons Jiang Li, nothing good will happen.

"Just eat in your room and I'll be right back!"

Jiang Li smiled with relief. He looked at Xue Liu, Yan Yu, and Xi Yun with impatient expressions on their faces. His eyes narrowed slightly. Instead of walking back to the room, he untied his robe directly in the courtyard and changed his clothes in front of everyone.

"Jiang Li, what are you doing!"

The three women were all shocked when they saw this, and quickly turned their heads away, feeling angry, anxious and embarrassed, and kept saying shameless words about being polite and scum.

Jiang Li was indifferent. In the world of his previous life, although it was indecent for men to reveal their upper bodies, it was also very common.

What's more, this is his own courtyard, so he doesn't need to ask for anyone's consent or permission to change clothes.

On the other hand, Xueliu, Yanyu, and Xiyun broke into his courtyard regardless of their superiority and inferiority. They shouted and commanded, which was contrary to etiquette and rules and was very rude.

If he takes a bath in the courtyard, will he still be accused of being a hooligan?

"I've changed, let the three big girls lead the way!"

Jiang Li put on his Confucian robe and said softly.

"Once you've changed, leave. Be careful as Madam gets impatient and will punish you severely!"

Xueliu, Yanyu, and Xiyun heard the words and turned around. When they saw Jiang Li, whose temperament had changed drastically, his eyes couldn't help but flash.

Jiang Li is tall and tall, with sideburns as sharp as a knife, and eyebrows as ink paintings. Under the slanting sword eyebrows, his black eyes are starry, as if he contains a sea of ​​stars.

Just looking at the three girls, one feels like they are trapped in them and unable to extricate themselves.

"What a pity for a good skin!"

Xiyun secretly muttered that in terms of appearance alone, among the dozens of Jiang Shirong's descendants, no one can match Jiang Li.

It's a pity that this is a world where strength is respected, not appearance, which is justice.

"Master Jiang Li, the three eldest ladies, walk slowly!"

Jiang Li walked out of the small courtyard. Tie Ba and Tie Jiu, who were guarding the door, couldn't help but tremble when they saw Jiang Li and quickly lowered their heads.

"Tieba, are you cold? You are a martial arts slave and you can't bear the cold?"

Yanyu glanced at Tieba who had his head wrapped tightly, and couldn't help but ask.

"My little one felt cold the past two days, and my ears were a bit frozen!" Tieba quickly replied.

"Waste!"

A gust of cold wind hit, and Yan Yu tightened her tight leather jacket. She drifted past and turned her eyes back. She was slightly surprised when she saw Jiang Li, who was wearing only a silk Confucian robe in front of her but with a straight back and striding forward.

Although this bastard looks weak, he seems to be very resistant to the cold!

They say that a good man's body is like a stove, and it is a long cold night. If you can sleep with such a man, it will be a blessing in life.
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