The cannon fodder of Quick Travel just wants to make money to survive.

In the memory of the original owner, this lady who lost her son became ill after the child's death. She was not interested in worldly affairs, and she guarded her yard from then on.

She could hardly leave the house, and because of this, Aunt Zhao could not become a mistress, and Wang Zhiwei remained a concubine her whole life.

She used to be the original owner of Wang Zhiwei's personal maid, but she often heard Wang Zhiwei complain about why Lin didn't die, so that her mother could only be a concubine, and she couldn't become a legitimate daughter, and couldn't choose a better family background.

"Please give me your name, madam." The girl standing in the middle spoke first, her agility made her look very alert.

"Slave, please give me your name, Madam." The girl on the left spoke immediately, with a big smile on her face, looking at Mrs. Lin in a flattering manner.

"Madam, my father named me Xinming when he was alive. I would like to ask Madam to allow me to continue to use this name. My father only gave me a daughter. I want to keep the name given by my father, and I hope Madam will do it."

As he spoke, Xinming knelt down, with prayers and longing for his father in his eyes.

Ms. Lin is soft-hearted. She is also a mother who loves her children and knows best how much parents love and care for their children.

She was sad every moment. When she thought about her child leaving her, her heart hurt as if it had been dug out.

This child's feelings of losing her father are very similar to her feelings of losing her son in the future.

It's just a name, leaving a memory in memory of my father.

She doesn't force it. "Good boy, wake up. From now on, you will continue to be called Xinming. There is no need to change your name."

Perhaps because of the similar situation, Lin's eyes when looking at Xinming were full of kindness and pity.

"Thank you, madam." Xinming said respectfully and kowtowed to her.

Make your gratitude clear.

Lin was satisfied with Xinming's actions.

Who doesn’t like people who have a sincere heart and know how to be grateful.

"You will be called Xiuzhi and Yulan from now on."

The name Xiuzhi was given to the girl in the middle, while Yulan was the one who spoke last.

"Thank you, Madam, for the name." The two girls kowtowed to Mrs. Lin to express their gratitude.

"What are you good at?" Mrs. Lin had a purpose in selecting these maids, so she didn't plan to let them do much work.

If you train her well, it won't be considered as wronging her Yi'er.

"Madam, my father is a scholar. I have studied with my father since I was a child and know a few words."

Xinming spoke out without hesitation about his advantages. Since he wanted to hold onto his wife's thigh, he must have some capital.

Mrs. Lin was a little surprised, and she looked at Xianghe standing next to her.

Xianghe spoke angrily. "What a great nanny, she actually lied to me in order to please Aunt Zhao."

Then Xianghe told Lin in detail about the experience of selecting people just now, and at the end he lamented his good luck.

"Madam, fortunately, I have a sharp eye and can choose a good one no matter what I choose. Your concubine is worthy of competing with our madam."

As long as it makes Aunt Zhao unhappy, Xianghe will be happy.

She knew that Xianghe hated Aunt Zhao so much because of herself.

Mrs. Lin did not blame Xianghe for speaking out.

"Since this girl is literate, let's wait for Yi'er for a while. Yi'er likes to study. If it weren't for her health delay, maybe -"

Mrs. Lin did not continue what she said, but her eyes were full of sadness. Xianghe felt heartbroken when he saw his wife like this.

"Madam." She called out softly, but couldn't say a single word of comfort, because the facts were before her eyes, and the result could not be changed, and no amount of comfort seemed feeble.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Mrs. Lin covered the corners of her eyes and calmed down the tears that oozed out unconsciously. "I'm fine. You can make arrangements for the other two."

Affected by sadness, Lin instantly lost her energy.

He knew that no matter how much he said, he would not be able to make his wife feel better unless the young master was in good health, but how could this be possible? Xianghe also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Come with me."

Since Xinming was literate and had been assigned a place by Lin, Xianghe did not arrange specific work for her, but asked her to study behind Zhou's mother.

How to take care of the young master's diet and daily life, and take care of himself at the same time.

Time passed quickly, and after getting acquainted with Zhou’s mother, the day was over.

"Xin Ming, I really envy you for being literate."

The three of them were assigned to a room to rest. Yu Lan was lying next to Xin Ming, her eyes full of envy.

"What's there to be envious of? They all end up like us, slaves and maids." Xiuzhi rolled his eyes, his tone full of ridicule.

But the look he looked at Xin Ming was filled with jealousy that could not be concealed.

"But literacy is very powerful. There are very few boys in our village who can read, let alone girls. They are considered slaves. Because Xinming is literate, he can be looked down upon by his wife, and he can also serve him. Master, how wonderful it is!"

Yulan didn't hear Xiuzhi's sarcasm, she talked about it matter-of-factly.

Yulan's words made the jealousy in Xiuzhi's eyes even worse. "What's so great? The government says that the young master will not survive until twenty. Once the young master dies, we don't know what will happen in the future!

I heard that wealthy families like to have their servants and maids buried with them! "

Xiuzhi looked specifically at Xinming and said the last words, with a strong sense of malice in his tone.

"No way, no way. Do rich people really want people to be buried with them?" Yulan shrank in fear, her face full of horror.

"Xinming, it's terrible to serve the young master. What are you going to do?" Yulan looked at Xinming worriedly.

Xinming didn't expect that Xiuzhi was young but had a lot of thoughts.

"Don't listen to Xiuzhi's nonsense. The young master is blessed with good fortune and will live a long life." Xinming patted Yulan on the shoulder to calm her fearful mood.

"Furthermore, the bad custom of burial with burials was abolished after the founding of this dynasty. Xiuzhi, you must not say this again in the future. If someone with an intention listens to it, you will be charged with disobeying the laws of the current governance and admiring the previous dynasty. .

It doesn't matter if you, a little maid, die, but it would be a serious crime to implicate Madam. "

Xinming's cold gaze made Xiuzhi's face turn pale.

She glared at Xin Ming fiercely. "People who have read books are different. They have so many scheming minds. You can distort my casual words like this. It's terrible."

The villain Xiuzhi complained first. She was the one who provoked the conflict, but now it became Xinming's fault.

"Go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow." Xinming didn't want to quarrel with a little girl. There was no point in winning or losing.

She knew that Xiuzhi was jealous that she had become the young master's maid and was appreciated by his wife before her.

But Xinming's goal has always been to restore his good status, become the young master's maid, and be appreciated, none of these are as important as redeeming his life.

Mrs. Lin cares so much about her son, maybe the young master is the breakthrough for her to regain her good status.