Finest Servant

Passing through this floral powder array is a quiet courtyard, with a circular arch separating the courtyard from the garden. Walking into the arch, the first thing that catches your eye is the two connected huts, with blue bricks and red tiles. There is only one bed, one table and four chairs in the house. Although the equipment is extremely simple, it is better than the thatched hut that you live in outside. Many.

Lin Wanrong nodded with satisfaction. It looks good to have such a comfort zone. He looked around, trying to find Uncle Fu, but he didn't see him.

This old man is lazy at work? Lin Wanrong thought helplessly, glanced around, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu, where are you—"

A voice came from the flowers: "I'm here, Lin San."

Looking at the voice, Uncle Fu was squatting among the flowers to plant soil for a peony. The branches covered his figure. No wonder Lin Wanrong couldn't find him.

Lin Wanrong smiled embarrassingly, walked over and said, "Uncle Fu, I'm here to report to you."

Uncle Fu nodded and said, "I saw you. How is it? What do you think about my garden?"

Lin Wanrong took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers in the courtyard, and said happily: "The fragrance of flowers is overwhelming, I hope I can sleep under the flowers."

Uncle Fu laughed and said, "Wait, if you smell the fragrance of flowers, the flowers and plants of the Xiao family will be cultivated, and I will depend on you in the future."

"Wait, wait," Lin Wanrong was taken aback, he was just here to mess around, he really wanted to let him fix flowers and grass, he was not the material: "Uncle Fu, your old man is in his prime, this cultivation Of course, you have to pick the burden of the garden. I don’t know anything. If I accidentally do something wrong and break your old brand, I can’t afford it, so I’m still by your side. , it's better to give you a fight."

Uncle Fu glanced at him and said, "You still have a little self-knowledge. You follow me in the future, and learn hard. With this craft, you will be assured that you will not worry about food or clothing in the Xiao family for the rest of your life."

Although Lin Wanrong didn't want to stay in this Xiao family for the rest of his life, he was a clever person and knew that he would spend another year here. This uncle Fu was a protective umbrella, and flattery still had to be filmed.

Seeing Uncle Fu standing up, Lin Wanrong hurriedly brought a stool for him and asked him to sit down. Then he went into the house to fetch water for Uncle Fu to wash his hands, and then made a pot of hot tea and delivered it to Uncle Fu. In the end, he still had no idea to find a folding fan, and fanned it gently beside Uncle Fu. He tried his best to do things with utmost diligence, and he was completely two people from the toughness when he entered the gate just now.

"This, Lin San, it's already late autumn, you, this fan, isn't it too cold?" Uncle Fu kindly reminded him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Uncle Fu is old and strong, and the yang fire is strong. What can you do with a few small strokes." Lin Wanrong complimented boldly.

Uncle Fu didn't say much at the moment, just enjoying his service peacefully and contentedly.

After chatting a few words with Fu Bo, Lin Wanrong learned about the situation of his gardener department. Although there are many people in this mansion, there are only two gardeners, he and Fu Bo. It turned out that Uncle Fu had been growing flowers and plants for more than 30 years, and he was used to it by himself. He rejected the proposal of Mrs. Mrs. to increase his manpower several times. There will be no one else to help.

Ku Ye, it turned out to be a bare commander, Lin Wanrong was very depressed, this Fu Bo was going to suffer for his face, needless to say, in the future, Lin Wanrong will do all the flowers and plants in the courtyard, how can he not make him very annoyed.

Uncle Fu naturally didn't know what Lin Wanrong was thinking. He and Lin Wanrong had similar temperaments, so they set up a dragon gate array in front of him, and kept promoting how brave he was back then. He took care of these flowers and plants alone, which was deeply appreciated by the old man, the Minister of Rites. , How many taels of silver have been rewarded.

Lin Wanrong has no interest in his glorious history, leaning against the flowers, drowsy, and pressing a few peony flowers under him, but he doesn't know it.

After finally waiting for Fu Bo to stop,

It was noon, and from Uncle Fu's conversation just now, Lin Wanrong learned that Uncle Fu and the others did not live here. With their senior qualifications, Mrs. Xiao specially arranged accommodation for them, allowing them to enjoy their old age in peace.

Therefore, in this small yard, in the future, it will be Lin Wanrong's place alone. After listening to it, only this news gave Lin Wanrong a little encouragement.

When it was time for lunch, Lin Wanrong carried a rice bowl and went to the family dining place.

Mr. Fu has already told Lin Wanrong about the rules of being a servant, especially the servants of big families. When the master eats, the servants can eat, and when the master sleeps, the servants dare to sleep. And this family dining place, to put it bluntly, is a simple canteen, a place that provides meals for the idle family. Today, the dining room is a little late, and Lin Wanrong is already grumbling with hunger.

Lin Wanrong entered the dining room and glanced at it. The place was extremely simple. There were several rows of wooden tables and chairs, and meals were being cooked in several large pots. There were also two big signs next to them—the dining area for intermediate-level chefs, and the lower-level chefs. dining area. Senior servants will not dine here. Their identities are different, so they naturally disdain to dine with these juniors.

In the middle-level family area, there were a dozen people sitting sparsely, and many of them looked at these new recruits with ridicule. In these newcomers, they could find some long-lost pleasure.

The lower-class home area was crowded with about thirty or forty people. Thinking of thousands of people lining up for interviews, but only a few dozen people were selected, Lin Wanrong was a bit unworthy for those who were unsuccessful. The hype, this is completely the hype of the Xiao family. Needless to say, it must be the work of that shrewd and capable Miss Xiao.

Lin Wanrong is still a little interested in this Miss Xiao. After all, she is also a strong woman. You should pick up this kind of girl. After you pick it up, you will have a great sense of accomplishment. Besides, using other people's portraits to make a small fortune, I don't want to thank you, and I'm not too embarrassed. Lin Wanrong laughed a few times, indescribably proud.

Lin Wanrong filled her rice bowl with food, and was lying on the table ready to start when she suddenly heard a commotion in front of her: "The madam is here, the madam is here, the madam is here to visit our newcomer."

A mature and beautiful figure walked in from the outside, with a friendly demeanor and a luxurious temperament, it was Mrs. Xiao.

Lin Wanrong just glanced at her from a distance that day, but today, Mrs. Xiao is indeed very beautiful, with curly eyebrows, long eyelashes, tender and smooth skin, and well-maintained, she doesn't look like a forty-year-old at all. The person looks like a 30-year-old young woman, with a slender figure and a lot of flavor.

Mrs. Xiao followed Butler Wang and Deputy Butler Pang. Judging from their respectful attitude towards Mrs. Xiao, Mrs. Xiao had a high prestige in the Xiao family. Thinking back to that time, Mrs. Xiao was a widow with two young daughters, and it was not easy to manage Xiao Jianuo's large property. Lin Wanrong admired her a lot in her heart. Talented people are always admirable.