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002 Spirit Spring

"Young Master, how are you?" The little errand boy came over with a teapot in his hand. "Xiaoxiao went to ask the kitchen auntie for a pot of hot water."

"It's pretty good. Have you eaten yet?" Wu Youwei asked him.

"Yes, I did. I ate at the chef Room." Xiaoxiao took out a small cloth bag from her bosom. There were four sweet biscuit inside it. "These are for Young Master."

"Why are you so good to me?" Wu Youwei was puzzled.

The little girl smiled. "I was just selling this to you. I was going to get some heavy work to do over there, or did you say that you were passing by? What kind of heavy work can you do with such a little kid?" "The fourth steward assigned me to the errand boy's place. I studied for more than a month, and then learned a few words. Hehe, I feel pretty good. At least I know how to write this little one's name …"

In fact, he didn't know who the servant was at the beginning, but then he realized that no one was there and he didn't give the steward any gift, so he was thrown into this courtyard to be a errand boy for someone who was about to die, "I also heard that if the master died, then this little errand boy would die with him. Even if I didn't, I'm afraid that my family would be able to become a monk or monk …"

Wu Youwei: "…!"

As expected of the peak of feudal society, this rule really made one want to vomit!

After bypassing this topic, Wu Youwei understood that in this era, whoever's personal attendant was, they would be considered to be one of their own.

He was the master and they were slaves, so he was in trouble and they couldn't get any better off.

However, he was a slightly promising son of a concubine. If not for that, his predecessor would not have been able to live so long!

"Xiaoxiao, there's something that I need your help with …" Wu Youwei gave a small mission to Ye Xiao in a low voice.

"Rest assured young master, I understand!" Ye Zichen patted his chest and promised.

Wu Youwei lay down to rest.

He waited until there was no one around before he started to meditate and enter the space. It was very small and was only the size of a single house. There was only a tiny pool of water inside, and it was unfathomably deep.

There was only a pool of water and a small jade table. On the table, there was a spoon of the same texture, probably for scooping up water, and a jade bowl beside the lotus flower.

Jade was good jade, Ghost Grease Jade, even if Wu Youwei did not know it, the original owner of his body knew it!

After Old Master Wu passed the examination to the provincial graduate, he gave him a Ghost Grease Jade jade pendant.

At that time, Madam Wu thought that the gift she had given was too heavy, but the old man was willing.

He didn't drink any water, because he didn't know if the water was good or bad. Of course, it looked good, but he remembered that there was a mother river in Journey to the West!

He didn't want to be that pregnant Zhu Bajie!

His body was still weak, but now that he was awake, his memory was blurry.

Every day, he would take his medicine on time because the old master had died. In his memory, the old lady didn't cry much, she was just too busy.

Of course she was busy. To the old master of that damned ghost house, the madame valued the hereditary position of the eldest son.

The original owner knew that the Blood Mother did not like him, but he never thought that they would let the maidservant frame him before the old man even had the first seven years of his life!

Right now, they had not succeeded in framing him. They would make their move against him in the future, so if he were to make the first move, he would suffer the same fate!

It was because the Blood Mother held the upper hand!

This was a strict middle Ming Dynasty. If a person's reputation was ruined, especially since he was a liberal arts provincial graduate, even spittle would drown him!