The housekeeper nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, the people of Yuecheng are also thanking the priest. Fishing and shrimps are prohibited in March, and now there are plenty of fish and shrimps in the waters, and the people have something to eat..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu ordered people to close the windows, lit the long row of candles, looked around, and said to the butler, "Except for the guards and the servants who left the house, are all the servants here?"

After counting the number of people, the butler said, "There are two other women who are helping in the back kitchen. One is Mrs. Xu and the other is the woman with horse face. Mrs. Xu is the sweeping woman who was crippled. My mother-in-law cooks and makes snacks in the back kitchen."

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked: "Why didn't these two people come?"

"Ms. Xu suffered from leg pain. Every rainy day, her lame leg hurts so much that she even hurts to walk. She is lying in the room. The horse-faced woman said she was sick and got up in bed. Not coming."

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised his chin to the guard standing beside him: "Go and carry these two people over."

Most of this dark group of people are old people who have stayed in the priest's mansion for more than ten years. She can be considered soft and waxy, and has never made things difficult for her servants.

And even though she was born a little more expensive, there are not many people around her to serve her, and the girl who is close to her is just a piece of cake, and the other one is the nurse who took care of her since childhood.

Seeing her making such a big battle now, although everyone was a little apprehensive, they didn't take it seriously. A little girl who dared not even step on an ant to death could cause a lot of trouble.

While waiting for Ma Lian Po and Madam Xu to arrive, Zhuang Xiaoyu asked the housekeeper in a low voice: "Why is the woman surnamed Xu lame?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on the housekeeper's face, "It's all in the past."

"Is she a house slave?"

"Yes, the deed of sale is also in the mansion."

"Why didn't you heal her?"

"This..." The butler didn't know how to answer, he hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xiaoyu said again: "I remember that in the priest's mansion, domestic slaves can also have a special witch doctor to see them. Why is her leg still lame?"

If he was crippled from the beginning, it would be impossible for the Priest House to buy him back for use.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu's inquisitive look, the housekeeper couldn't continue to hide it, so he simply lowered his voice and said bluntly: "Mrs. Xu was killed a year ago when the second young master died. The eldest young master brought three masters back. When cleaning up the secret work in the mansion, and tortured the servants in the mansion, he injured Mrs. Xu..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was suffocating, and her heart felt a little cold.

She finally found the reason why she didn't want to take care of the priest's mansion. Although these servants are the servants of the priest's mansion, the children born continue to work for the priest's mansion, and the contract of sale is in Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands, but she knows, The dealer is actually sorry for these people.

During that time, the mansion was full of smog and blood flowed like rivers, and the air in the priest's mansion was filled with the smell of blood. Even in sleep, the cries of these people could be heard.

Many of them got married and had children in the priest's mansion, and they also have relatives.

It's not that the butler is unwilling to hand over the right to be in charge of the priest's mansion. Qin Wuyan once asked her if she would like to take care of Zhongfu. As the wife of the acting priest, she should take care of all this, but she keeps pushing back and forth. No plan to take over these.