"You have just entered the mansion and you are young. I will explain the rules in this mansion to you in detail. If you encounter something you don't understand, just ask me!"

After dinner, Zhao Liu and his group of new girls stood in the corridor to listen to the training. The woman in charge kept chattering for about ten minutes. To sum it up, they are:

After entering the mansion, they should work hard. The master's order is extremely important, but since they will not be able to serve the master for a while, they will not talk about this for now.

The most important thing is to be obedient.

"There are things that should be seen and shouldn't be seen, and things that should be said and shouldn't be said. You need to have a scale in your mind. Don't make your master unhappy by committing a crime. You can still maneuver once or twice. If you do it one after another, you have to take it.

If you sell it in the wrong place and leave the Rongguo Mansion, you will not live such a good life!"

The four little girls nodded in agreement. The first lesson of selling themselves as maids was to be beaten.

With the contact of taking classes together, the four little girls quickly became familiar with each other.

Even after I got down, a few little pods didn't dare to wander around, so they all went back to the dormitory to stay.

After the children had a full meal, their tempers became lively and they could already say a few words to each other.

It's just that it's not easy to feed and scream.

"My name is Wang Qi. I am the seventh in my family. I was born in September. I am seven years old this year. How about you?"

Someone took the lead and introduced themselves.

Both of them said they were six years old, one born in March and the other in May. Zhao Liu listened and picked his ears unconsciously. What a presumptuous name. The one born in March is called Zhang San.

The one born in May is called Li Si.

For a while, Zhao Liu didn't think his name was unpleasant anymore. Was it no better than Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Er Mazi?

She is the youngest and a newcomer here. Today she has seen how precocious the ancients were. She is even more afraid to rashly make friends with anyone.

So she pinched the corner of her skirt and timidly said, "My name is Zhao Liu. I am both the sixth and sixth month of the month. I am five years old this year."

In the afternoon, someone took them to the warehouse to collect dresses, quilts, and name badges. There was also a pair of exquisitely crafted copper butterfly clips in the dresses.

The master hadn't given them names yet, so they still called them by their own names. The waist badge was a palm-sized piece of bamboo. I don't know what the ancients used to polish it. It was smoother than the one made by seven little old men.

The word "Zhao Liu" is written on it in ink, and when you put it on the rope, it becomes a temporary waist badge.

Zhao Liu saw the novelty of the butterfly clips. When she was a child, she had little hair and could never keep the clips in place. When she got older, she passed the age of clipping them.

Now dressed as Zhao Liu, although the hair is dry, it is barely enough to tie into two maid buns. The butterfly clip is pinned to the hair. As the person moves, the spring tentacles on the butterfly sway, making it look lifelike.

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The group of people returned to the dormitory, put down their mattresses and clothes, and went to listen to the training again. They were trained until the sun set before returning to the dormitory again.

A thick cotton mattress was placed underneath him. Zhao Liu sat on the bed with a pillow core. The pillow was filled with rice husks, which could be rolled into various heights according to the shape of his head. There was also a faint fragrance when he slept at night.

There is a screen made of cabinets on the bedside. This screen with storage function separates the two beds. One side of the bed is against the wall. If a tent is hung on one side, it will form an independent small

space.

It's a pity that the curtains are not allowed to be hung.

But this is infinitely better than sleeping in a Datong store at Zhao's house.

She did not miss the Zhao family. She had never had two full meals since she came here. However, she had two full meals on the first day after entering Rongguo Mansion.

This day was considered easy. Zhao Liu had the sweetest and most comfortable night's sleep since time travel. There was no hunger or cold in his dream. It was as if he had returned to modern times.

Just as she was still reminiscing about sharing the durian cake with her friends, she heard someone shouting to her, "Sister Zhao Liu, it's time for you to be worthy."

High value?

Oh oh, great value.

When he heard that he would still have two hundred cents a month starting from next month, Zhao Liu's appearance as he was washing cabbage became even more sincere and diligent.

Two hundred cents, she asked the shopping lady in the kitchen, could buy ten kilograms of pork! Although it would only cost about two hundred yuan when converted into RMB, it was a pure profit.

What's more, there will be salary increases in the future. I heard that the maids who sweep the yard can only get half a drop of money a month.

For a moment, Zhao Liu felt that the future was bright.

What happened to a few hundred yuan? When she was in school, she even handed out leaflets for thirty yuan a day. After deducting the round trip expenses and water money, there was nothing left. It was much more tiring than the work in the Duke's mansion.

"Quickly, wash off these mustard stems. Miss Yuanyang asked for the sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup. There is no need to delay."

The cook took out a handful of side dishes from behind the chopping board, handed them to Zhao Liu, who was washing cabbage by the well, and told her to wash this first.

Zhao Liu kept moving his hands and carefully washed the mustard stems, fearing that there would be sand and dirt in them. After washing them, he took a small plate and brought it to the cook.

His small body was about the same height as the stove. He stood aside and breathed in intoxication, praising the cook as if she was cooking a full banquet.

The cook laughed so hard that she said, "What do you know about the Man-Han Banquet? She doesn't know how to cook the Man-Han Banquet." Then she turned around and inspected the mustard stems, then smiled and praised her for her neat and careful work, and that she was a good child.

The praise made Zhao Liu a little shy. She just smelled the soup was so fragrant and wanted to take another sip. After hearing what others said, she quickly moved out of the kitchen and continued washing the cabbage.

She doesn’t know how to make sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup, but she knows who Yuanyang Girl is!

The first-class maid next to Mrs. Shi of the Rongguo Mansion must be competent, capable, decent, and in charge of the old lady’s private treasury. To be able to stand out among the hundreds of characters in the Red Mansion is enough to illustrate the character of this mandarin duck girl.

ability.

It's a pity that she only knows the name. She doesn't even know the temperament and temper of this Yuanyang girl.

If she had known that this would happen, she would have read Red Mansions by heart! Not to mention memorizing it by heart, it was almost as good as it could be.

After three days of washing dishes in the kitchen, a day of watching the stove, and learning the art of steaming eggs with sugar, Zhao Liu was sent to the garden to learn how to sweep.

It was really Sasou. Looking at the broom that was much taller than her, she was a little stunned.

"Oh, why are we sent here to clean up such a small amount of bean sprouts?"

The woman who managed the yard asked loudly, very dissatisfied. If others saw it, wouldn't they say that she deliberately bullied the younger generation?

"I'm sorry, madam, I... this slave is new to the house. The steward said that we should take turns in different places. This slave comes to you for the first time today." People under the eaves had to bow their heads.

Zhao Liu felt that calling herself a slave was becoming more and more comfortable, but the delicious and filling meals every day made her have to bow her head. She might not be able to find a better job without this company.

The Rongguo Duke's mansion is one of the first-class rich in the Red Mansion. Even if the family has been in decline, it has fallen in glory. She is a poor maid who sold herself, and there is no better place to go than this.

In order to keep her job, Zhao Liu was usually more cautious and spoke less, and only concentrated on doing her own work. She waited until people really asked her questions and saw that she couldn't avoid them before she would say a few more words.

How wrong it was to say it. Thinking about how she only came into contact with the lowest-level maids and women, all of whom had a crooked heart, and who were organized and smart in speaking and doing things, she didn't dare to rush forward.
Chapter completed!