Chapter 6: Full of Surprises and Delights
"Hey, little sister, you're awake!"
Wang Yi held a pile of half-old and not-new clothes in a daze, when the sound of Qian Niang's voice came from outside the door. She was quite familiar with this voice, earlier when she fainted on the ground, it was thanks to her that she woke herself up.
Qian Niang carried a tray, on which there was a bowl of oily soup and a bowl of rice porridge. After pushing the door open, she found that the originally weak "Gui Ke" was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring straight at her. She quickly put the tray on the table, took a few quick steps to approach Wang Yi, and affectionately reached out to touch her forehead. "Ah, you're not feverish anymore! Oh dear, sister, you've woken up. You don't know, but our nearest town is about 60 or 70 li away. I rode a fast horse to invite the doctor, but he was out on a visit and only left some medicine for reducing fever. Luckily, your fever has gone down; otherwise, my husband and I would really have been at a loss as to what to do."
"It's already such a bother for you all!"
Wang Yi didn't understand Wang Qifang, so when speaking, he was also short of breath, deeply afraid of being seen through. Alas, those predecessors who crossed over, when they woke up, either had a maid to answer questions or a mother to take care of them, but how did it come to her, with only one person in charge and no one even knew the "real" her.
Fortunately, however, the person in front of him and the man outside did not seem to know who he was, otherwise they would not have called him "little sister".
It doesn't matter, anyway. She didn't plan to stay in this broken village for long. After she sorts out her affairs and understands this era, she'll leave. The world is vast, there must be a place that belongs to Wang Yi. She still can't believe it - in her past life, she had such a hard time, but she managed to bring her mother with her; it's unreasonable that she can't survive in the relatively simple ancient times.
But which dynasty was this ancient times?
It shouldn't be difficult to know, because each dynasty has its own distinctive clothing. The woman in front of him was wearing a moon-white jacket with a yellow-red half-sleeved jacket on top, paired with an autumn green long skirt, typical of the ancient ordinary woman's attire, looking like Tang Dynasty, also like Song Dynasty.
Wang Yi couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow, continuing to examine it carefully. The clothing didn't reveal a specific dynasty, and the hair accessories could provide some clues. However, the person in front of him didn't have very complicated hairstyle, just a simple bun at the back of her head, held together with a shiny pin, and a pair of small earrings on her ears. The style of the jewelry was quite common, and it was also difficult to discern any obvious characteristics of a particular dynasty.
Wait, Wang's disappointed gaze swept over her white neck when she suddenly froze, and when she saw what it was clearly, her eyes widened in surprise, and in her heart, she secretly thought - What era is this? How can there still be such a thing?!
"Sister, what's wrong?" was stared at by Wang Yi, Qiang Niang thought there was something wrong with herself, and quickly looked down to check again, but nothing seemed out of place. Then, she felt a burning sensation on her neck, raised her eyes to follow the fiery gaze, and met Wang Yi's "focused" stare. She followed his line of sight upwards, and when she discovered what had caught his attention, a self-satisfied smile appeared on her face. "Hehe, this is the latest fashion from the capital, I heard the owner of the fabric store in the county say that the silk embroidery on the collar is a new trend that just started this year in Beijing, and my outfit is the first one to arrive in Qingzhou County!"
That's right, it's silk! Wang Yiran found such a modern decoration on an ancient person, which is also too unbelievable?!
"What year is it now?"
He seemed taken aback, and Wang Yi blurted out this somewhat unwise question.
"Huh? Year number?" Qiangniang was clearly stunned, her eyes met Wang Yi's, and she saw a hint of panic or embarrassment in them. Then she thought of the speculation about this person's identity again, and a look of sympathy flashed across her face as she smiled shallowly and replied: "Sister is really confused, it's now the 23rd year of Da Zhou Longqing!"
Wang Yi realized she had asked a silly question and was worried that the other person would discover her weakness. Unexpectedly, Qian Niang still answered her question, although with a tone of ridicule.
Could it be that she already knew about my true identity and thought I was living a life isolated from the world?!
Wang Yi was indeed correct, after Feng Tiejun's argument, the young couple had already confirmed that the person sent by Second Master to his own villa "to recuperate" was none other than Second Master's lawfully wedded wife, Wang Shi Wang Qifang.
With this conclusion, all the doubts in her heart were answered. Qiangniang also knew why Su Niang wanted her to take good care of this "noble guest". The reason was simple: although Er Shao didn't have a good reputation in the Zhao family and had no status, she was still the legitimate wife of Er Shao, and to outsiders, she was also the authentic young lady of the Zhao family.
But Su Niang, because of her sweet mouth and ability to handle things, was favored by the second young master, and in the Zhao family, she was actually the de facto mistress, suppressing the second young master by a lot. But no matter what, her birth decided everything, even if the weak and useless second young master died, Su Er would not be able to take his place.
Everyone understands this principle, and Su Er probably does too. Maybe today she'll get rid of Wang Shi, and tomorrow the Zhao family will bring in a new one, who won't be as easy to bully as Wang Shi was.
It's better to send Wang away and be the virtuous assistant of Zhao Ershao, rather than losing power for an unattainable reputation.
For this reason, Su Niang may not want Wang Shi to live a good life, but she absolutely does not want her to die, which is why Chen Pozi made the confession.
Having guessed Wang Qifang's attitude, Feng Tiezhu and his wife decided to remain neutral, neither offending nor getting close to anyone, just doing their part.
However, even if they had such an idea, their degree has undergone a significant change. For example, this bowl of chicken soup was originally just a joke by Qian Niang and she didn't really intend for Wang Qifang to drink it.
But since she might be her own mistress, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Even if she didn't help Wang Qifang with anything, she wouldn't make things difficult for her. Who knows what the masters will think tomorrow? If something happens, it's still these underlings who will be sent to their deaths!
"Hehe, come on, you've been talking for a while and the chicken soup has gone cold," Qiangniang said as she saw Wang Yi looking a bit dazed, thinking that she had spoken too heavily and hurt his self-esteem, so she quickly picked up the chicken soup.
"Oh, thank you," Wang Yi thought of many things in her mind, but none of them were certain, everything was just her guess. Alas, since I've come, then I'll just have to make do.
Thinking of this, Wang Yiduan sipped the chicken soup, tried a small mouthful, and nodded, the temperature was just right. She then drank the chicken soup and rice porridge in two or three mouthfuls. As she returned the empty bowl to her companion and thanked her, it suddenly occurred to her that she still didn't know what her companion's name was or what their relationship was.
"My surname is Wang and I'm Yi, you can call me Yiyi from now on, what should I call you?"
Wang one? Hehe, it should be Wang Qi (seven) instead. Qiangniang took the bowl and her speculation about Xiang's identity became even more convincing. She had heard that the mistress was surnamed Wang, a member of the noble Wang family from Taiyuan, and she was the seventh daughter before marriage.
"Just call me, it's simple, my husband's surname is Feng, he's in charge of this village, you can just call me Sister-in-law Feng!"
"Alright, Aunt Feng, can you help me prepare some hot water and a wooden basin? I want to take a bath..."
"Oh dear, look at me! I was so busy refilling your tea that I forgot about this one!" Qiangniang slapped her forehead and said with a pretended guilty tone, "Hot water, yes, yes, wait for it!"
She took the empty bowl and walked out quickly. Before long, she came back in carrying a large copper kettle, put it on the ground, then lifted a large bucket from outside the door, which seemed to be new, with a brush, wooden spoon and clean towels inside.
After sending away Qian Niang, the door was closed tightly. Wang Yi put a set of clean clothes in the bucket and secretly imagined the hot spring scene in her mind. In an instant, Wang Yi brought the bucket to the space.
She placed the basin by the hot spring, and habitually walked around the room to make sure it was safe. When she entered the small house, there was a sense of familiarity that struck her heart, as if she had seen this place somewhere before. With some doubt, she approached the door, came inside, and when she saw the furnishings in the room, Wang Yi was shocked once again, followed by wild joy:
"This is... this is a sofa?!"
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"Hey, little sister, you're awake!"
Wang Yi held a pile of half-old and not-new clothes in a daze, when the sound of Qian Niang's voice came from outside the door. She was quite familiar with this voice, earlier when she fainted on the ground, it was thanks to her that she woke herself up.
Qian Niang carried a tray, on which there was a bowl of oily soup and a bowl of rice porridge. After pushing the door open, she found that the originally weak "Gui Ke" was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring straight at her. She quickly put the tray on the table, took a few quick steps to approach Wang Yi, and affectionately reached out to touch her forehead. "Ah, you're not feverish anymore! Oh dear, sister, you've woken up. You don't know that our nearest town is 60 or 70 li away. I rode a fast horse to invite the doctor, but he was out on a visit and only left some medicine for reducing fever. Luckily, your fever has gone down; otherwise, my husband and I would really have been at a loss as to what to do."
"It's already such a bother for you all!"
Wang Yi didn't understand Wang Qifang, so when speaking, he was also short of breath and afraid of being seen through. Alas, those predecessors who crossed over, when they woke up, either had a maid to answer their questions or a mother to take care of them, but how did it end up with her having no one, not even someone who knew "the real deal".
Fortunately, however, the person in front of him and the man outside did not seem to know who he was, otherwise they would not have called him "little sister".
It doesn't matter, anyway. She didn't plan to stay in this broken village for long. After she sorted out her affairs and understood this era, she would leave. The world is vast, and there must be a place that belongs to Wang Yi. She couldn't believe it - in her previous life, she had gone through such difficult days with her mother, but now, in the relatively simple ancient times, she couldn't make a living.
But which dynasty was this ancient time?
It shouldn't be difficult to know, because each dynasty has its own distinctive clothing. The woman is wearing a plain white jacket with a high collar and a crimson skirt with a yellow lining, paired with a long green skirt, typical of the ancient ordinary people's attire, looking like it could be from either the Tang or Song Dynasty.
Wang Yiren couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow, continuing to examine the attire. The clothing didn't reveal a specific dynasty, and the hair accessories could provide some clues. However, the person in front of him didn't have very complex hairstyles; their raven-black hair was simply coiled at the back of their head, secured with a shiny hairpin, and they wore a pair of small, delicate earrings on their ears. The style of the jewelry was quite common and didn't reveal any obvious characteristics of a specific dynasty.
Wait, Wang's disappointed gaze swept over her white neck when she suddenly froze, and when she saw what it was clearly, her eyes widened in surprise, and in her heart, she secretly thought - What era is this? How can there still be such a thing?!
"Sister, what's wrong?" was stared at by Wang Yi, Qiang Niang thought there was something wrong with herself, and quickly looked down to check again, but nothing seemed out of place. Then, she felt a surge of heat on her neck, raised her eyes to follow the fiery gaze, and met Wang Yi's "focused" stare. She followed his line of sight upwards, and when she discovered what had caught his attention, a self-satisfied smile spread across her face. "Hehe, this is the latest fashion from the capital, I heard the owner of the fabric store in the county say that the silk embroidery on the collar is all the rage in Beijing this year, and my outfit is the first one to arrive in Qingzhou County!"
That's right, it's silk! Wang Yiran found such a modern decoration on an ancient person, which is also too unbelievable?!
"What year is it now?"
He seemed taken aback, and Wang Yi blurted out this somewhat unwise question.
"Huh? Year number?" Qiangniang was clearly stunned, her eyes met Wang Yi's, and she saw a hint of panic or embarrassment in them. Then she thought of the speculation about this person's identity again, and a look of sympathy flashed across her face as she smiled shallowly and replied: "Sister is really confused, it's now the 23rd year of Da Zhou Longqing!"
Wang Yi realized she had asked a silly question and was worried that the other person would discover her weakness. Unexpectedly, Qian Niang still answered her question, although with a tone of ridicule.
Could it be that she already knew about my true identity and thought I was living a life isolated from the world?!
Wang Yi was indeed correct, after Feng Tiejun's argument, the young couple had already confirmed that the person sent by Second Master to his own villa "to recuperate" was none other than Second Master's lawfully wedded wife, Wang Shi Wang Qifang.
With this conclusion, all the doubts in her heart were answered. Qiangniang also knew why Su Niang wanted her to take good care of this "noble guest". The reason was simple: although Er Shao didn't have a good reputation in the Zhao family and had no status, she was still the legitimate wife of Er Shao, and to outsiders, she was also the authentic young lady of the Zhao family.
But Su Niang, because of her sweet mouth and ability to handle things, was favored by the second young master, and in the Zhao family, she was actually the de facto mistress, suppressing the second young master by a lot. But no matter what, her birth decided everything, even if the weak and useless second young master died, Su Er would not be able to take his place.
Everyone understands this principle, and Su Er probably does too. Maybe today she'll get rid of Wang Shi, and tomorrow the Zhao family will bring in a new one, who won't be as easy to bully as Wang Shi was.
It's better to send the Wang family far away and be a virtuous assistant to Zhao Ershao, rather than losing power in hand for an unattainable reputation.
For this reason, Su Niang may not want Wang Shi to live a good life, but she absolutely does not want her to die, which is why Chen Pozi made the confession.
Having guessed Wang Qifang's attitude, Feng Tiezhu and his wife decided to remain neutral, not offending anyone or getting close to anyone, just doing their part.
However, even if they had such an idea, their degree has undergone a significant change. For example, this bowl of chicken soup, originally Qian Niang was just pretending to be enthusiastic and did not think about really letting Wang Qifang enjoy it.
But since she might be her own mistress, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Even if she didn't help Wang Qifang with anything, she wouldn't make things difficult for her. Who knows what the masters will think tomorrow? If something happens, it's still these underlings who will be sent to their deaths!
"Hehe, come on, you're so focused on talking that the chicken soup has gone cold," Qiangniang said, seeing Wang Yi looking a bit dazed, thinking she had spoken too heavily and hurt his pride, quickly picked up the chicken soup.
"Oh, thank you," Wang Yi thought of many things in her mind, but none of them were certain, everything was just her guess. Alas, since I've come, I'll just make do with it.
Thinking of this, Wang Yiduan sipped the chicken soup, and after trying a small mouthful, she found the temperature just right, so she drank up the chicken soup and rice porridge in three or two mouthfuls. When returning the empty bowl to the other party, while thanking them, she suddenly realized that she still didn't know what the other person's name was or what their relationship was.
"My surname is Wang, and I'm Yi, you can call me Yiyi from now on, what should I call you?"
Wang one? Hehe, it should be Wang Qi (seven) instead. Qiangniang took the bowl and her speculation about Xiang's identity grew stronger in her heart. She had heard that the mistress was surnamed Wang, a member of the noble Wang family from Taiyuan, and she was the seventh daughter before marriage.
"Just call me, it's simple, my husband's surname is Feng, he's in charge of this village, you can just call me Big Sister Feng!"
"Alright, Aunt Feng, can you help me prepare some hot water and a wooden basin? I want to take a bath..."
"Oh dear, look at me! I was so busy refilling your tea that I forgot about this one!" Qiangniang slapped her forehead and said with a pretended guilty tone, "Hot water, yes, yes, wait for it!"
As she spoke, she took the empty bowl and walked out quickly. Before long, she came back in carrying a large copper kettle, which she set down on the floor. Then, from outside the door, she carried in a large bucket that looked new, with a brush, wooden ladle, and clean towels inside.
After sending away Qian Niang, the door was closed tightly. Wang Yi put a set of clean clothes in the bucket and secretly imagined the hot spring scene in her mind. In an instant, Wang Yi brought the bucket to the space.
She placed the basin by the hot spring, and habitually walked around the room to make sure it was safe. When she entered the small house, there was a sense of familiarity that struck her heart, as if she had seen this place somewhere before. With some doubt, she approached the door, came inside, and when she saw the furnishings in the room, Wang Yi was shocked again, followed by wild joy:
"This is... this is a sofa?!"
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