It was early in the morning, the sky was still dark, and the wind was biting. The window paper that had been scratched by the branches blown by the wind at night had not yet been repaired. The wind blew through the holed window and hit my face.

, making people tremble.

There was a bulge on the bed near the window. The bulge rose and fell peacefully and unmoved by the cold wind.

"Creak~" The old wooden door made a shrill cry, and a gust of cold wind blew in a thin maid who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a haggard face and a look of no nutrition.

"Oh, little master, we can't sleep like this!" The little maid turned on the chirping mode as soon as she came in, checked the ash-burnt charcoal in the iron basin, and sighed sadly.

It's generally cold inside and outside the house, so the charcoal went out around midnight.

Her name is Bo Mint, a little maid with no rank in the palace. She was sent to the palace as a servant by her parents when she was eight years old. Now she has five years of experience as a servant. She just left her aunt the year before last and was assigned to Mo Yao.

The palace maid sister who was with her, Qing Jue, had already found her own way out and joined Concubine Qi, who was a well-known figure in the palace. It was said that she was rewarded with five or six taels of silver every month, which was quite enviable.

But although she couldn't earn enough money to go home, fortunately her current master was kind-hearted and treated her very well. Although she didn't have much to eat or drink, it was better than the scolding and beatings that Guihua from the same village had to do every now and then. Although her master was always there,

But she is still not favored, and her treatment is not much better than that of her master. She has a high spirit and treats others harshly.

The empress is weak and sick, and has been in charge of palace affairs for many years. The imperial concubine's management is called a Buddhist system. As long as the important concubines are treated well and don't cry in front of the emperor and cause trouble to her, the rest are like ordinary people who are not favored.

Now, there is a promise that has been forgotten beyond the reach of the sky, officials and women, etc., as long as they can live, as long as they die and don't make a big fuss.

It is common for people to have half of their remuneration deducted. It is good to have two meals a day, but hot dishes and rice are all based on their own abilities.

She thought too far, she would have to grab food for her master soon, and there were not enough manpower, so she had to do everything herself. The master was afraid that he would have to go out first, and the palace shoes looked very difficult to walk, so she had no time to go first.

After picking up the food from the pastry room, we caught up with the master and headed to Jingren Palace together.

Mint went straight to the bed, reached out and grabbed the corners of the quilt, and skillfully and cruelly opened the bulging quilt on the bed, revealing the little person huddled inside.

"Today is the Lantern Festival. I promise you that you have to meet the Queen. You should freshen up and freshen up immediately. We are far away and it will take an hour to walk."

The little man didn't even open his eyes, he was pulled to sit in front of the bronze mirror and allowed to be manipulated.

Mo Xin was inexplicably convinced that it had been almost a year since she agreed. The more she got along, the colder she became. The two palace maids ran away and no one cared about them. The remaining one was almost on top of her head. She was indifferent. On the contrary, she was quite grateful for this difficult time.

The little palace maid who never leaves you.

At least this seemingly fierce little palace maid washes her clothes every day, grabs her meals, competes for moonlight, protects black coal, cares about her food and drink, and is afraid that she will get sick. Without her, she, Mo Xin, would not be able to live alone in this half-baked place.

I will definitely live a good life, at least better than Chen promised his colleagues who died of illness and cold due to lack of care a few days ago.

It's just that the distance to go to work at Queen's on the first and fifteenth day of every month is too far, and there are no buses or subways. It's really difficult to walk in flower pot-soled shoes for these feet.

Torture, too much torture.

Food and accommodation are included, a free nanny is provided, wages are paid, and you don’t have to do any work. You just clock in twice a month and listen to gossip. If possible, you have to work overtime to serve the boss. But fortunately, the boss is usually busy and basically works every night.

If she had to go to the senior concubines, that is, her many superiors, to work overtime, there was a high probability that it would not be her turn to work overtime.

After all, you are still a public servant. If you don't behave like a monster, you will be a stable rice bowl until you grow old.

It’s just that the diet is too monotonous. You can only receive one and a half pounds of pork and two pounds of seasonal vegetables every day. There is only old rice and old tea, not to mention seasonings, and not even an egg. Let’s just say that each palace is given a hen to raise by itself.

Yes, you can get yourself an egg every day.

Pork is very good, but it can’t last for a year without even replacing eggs! If it doesn’t work, tofu will do the trick!

No, in order to improve the food, she has to work hard to make progress... It's impossible. If the boss likes her, she has to work overtime. It's impossible for a worker to work overtime, even in this life!
Chapter completed!