kvmb Chapter 260 The Landlord's Daughter 1
Chapter 260 The Landlord's Daughter 1
Although the original owner was a daughter of a landlord, she never treated her servants harshly or beat or scolded them.
The original owner had a personal maid named Potato. The name Potato was given by Potato's father. When Potato was sold to the Zhang family by her father, the original owner did not change her name and still called her Potato.
The original owner usually treated this potato the best. Because she was his personal maid, potato received many good things. But it was this potato that not only did not help the original owner after she fell into trouble, but also made things worse. She was half responsible for the original owner's death.
Zhang Xintong looked in the mirror. In this world, she was delicate and soft, and it was obvious that she was a young lady who had never worked. She was not gorgeous, but had the appearance of a delicate lady.
The clothes in the original owner's wardrobe were all quite fancy, so Zhang Xintong reluctantly chose the simplest one to put on.
As soon as Zhang Xintong opened the door, she saw Potato. Potato had been spoiled by the original owner and didn't know who he was. He didn't serve the original owner wholeheartedly.
Zhang Xintong had packed up and came out, but she didn't go in to serve.
Zhang Xintong directly gave Potato a drug that would cause the potato to die in a few days. Zhang Xintong would never keep a servant like this who was ungrateful and persecuted her master.
"Potato, you don't have to follow me anymore, go back and rest!"
Potato didn't want to work at first, but when he heard the lady say that he didn't need to follow, he agreed without any hesitation.
"Yes, miss"
It was morning, and Zhang Dashan was out, not due back until the evening. The original owner had been pampered by Zhang Dashan since birth, fed and cared for, enjoying the finest food and amenities. The original owner didn't understand the situation at home, nor did she know the conditions of Dashan Town. She was a typical boudoir-dwelling lady, not one to wander around.
Zhang Xintong needed to understand the situation at home and in Dashan Town. She first walked around the house. It had many rooms and was very large, a typical wealthy family.
The Zhang family did not live in the town, but in Xinghua Village. The original owner's mother grew up in Xinghua Village and was reluctant to leave. Zhang Dashan doted on his wife and built a house in Xinghua Village, where he lived with his wife.
There weren't many servants in the house, and everyone had their work. Zhang Dashan was rather stingy. Although these people had sold themselves to the Zhang family, and besides the monthly salary, there wouldn't be a lot of expenses, but if you kept more people, you'd have to eat more, which would cost more money, so the Zhang family didn't have many servants.
After walking around the house, Zhang Xintong decided to go out for a walk and see what was going on here.
After Zhang Dashan was captured, the original owner lived outside for a while, but Dashan Town at that time was no longer the same as it was when Zhang Dashan was there.
Zhang Xintong is a young lady, and if she goes out like this, she's afraid of being harassed, so it's better to bring someone with her. It's not that she's afraid of anyone, but she can't let her vest fall.
Zhang Xintong was about to go ask the old housekeeper for someone, but before she could find him, she felt a soul fluctuation. A sturdy man in cloth clothes was chopping wood with his back to Zhang Xintong.
Although it was just a silhouette, Zhang Xintong had a memory of this man. His name was Song Hao, who had sold himself to the Zhang family at the age of 10 and had been with them for 12 years. He was now 22 years old.
Zhang Xintong called him
"Song Hao, come here for a moment"
Song Hao was chopping wood, and with his back to the others, he didn't notice Zhang Xintong coming. When he turned around and saw that it was the young lady calling him, he quickly ran over.
"Miss, are you looking for me?"
When Song Hao ran over to Zhang Xintong, she looked him over carefully. He was 183cm tall, well-built, with a sturdy build, wheat-colored skin, short hair, large eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips. His face gave him the air of a wild man.
Song Hao was chopping wood and it was very hot outside, so his head was covered in sweat. Zhang Xintong took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to Song Hao.
"Song Hao, wipe your sweat!"
Song Hao looked at the flawless white handkerchief embroidered with peony flowers and did not dare to reach out to take it.
"Miss, no thanks."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Zhang Xintong raised her hand to wipe Song Hao's sweat. Song Hao stepped back in fright, his face flushed.
Zhang Xintong held his strong arm and whispered
"Don't move, let me wipe your sweat off."
Song Hao's heart was beating wildly. The soft little hand was pulling his arm, and he didn't dare to move his arm.
Zhang Xintong carefully wiped the sweat off Song Hao's head, and then put the handkerchief in his hand.
"Song Hao, wipe the sweat off your neck too."
Song Hao mechanically wiped the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief. After wiping, he wanted to return the handkerchief to the lady, but seeing that the handkerchief was dirty, he was too embarrassed to return it and quietly put it in his arms.
Zhang Xintong saw it but pretended not to see it, and said to Song Hao
"Song Hao, please accompany me out for a while."
Song Hao pointed at himself
"Miss, do you want me to accompany you out?"
Zhang Xintong nodded
"right"
Song Hao didn't ask why the lady wanted to take him with her, but just followed her quietly.
Zhang Xintong just planned to take a walk today and get a brief understanding of the situation.
Zhang Xintong looked at the surroundings as she walked. This place was similar to the rural areas in her world, except that most of the houses here were made of adobe with straw roofs, which looked very poor.
After looking at the house, Zhang Xintong went to look at the fields. They were all rice paddies.
All the fields Zhang Xintong saw belonged to Zhang Dashan. The fields were rented out to farmers for cultivation, and Zhang Dashan got 60% of the grain and the farmers got 40%.
64% is already the best landlord, most landlords have 73%, and some are even worse with 82%, leaving no way for farmers to survive.
Zhang Xintong saw the village school, but it was no longer open. Previously, the teacher in Xinghua Village was a local, offering free tuition without charging tuition fees. Later, the teacher died of old age, and the villagers couldn't afford to hire another teacher, so the school closed.
The situation in the village was probably the same. Zhang Xintong had seen enough and turned around to walk home.
On the way home, Zhang Xintong asked Song Hao
"Brother Song, who else is in your family?"
When Song Hao heard Zhang Xintong call him Brother Song, he quickly said
"Miss, I'm just a servant at home. I don't dare ask you to call me Brother Song. You should just call me Song Hao!"
"Okay! Song Hao, who else is in your family?"
"Miss, there is a mother and a younger brother at home."
Song Hao was actually from Xinghua Village. When he was 10 years old, his father fell ill. The family was broke, so Song Hao sold himself for 5 taels of silver to pay for his father's medical treatment. His father took medicine, but the disease didn't heal. Only his mother and a 4-year-old brother were left at home.
Over the years, he brought his monthly salary home to keep his mother and brother alive.
The two chatted casually when Song Hao's younger brother, Song Zhi, ran over from a distance, looking anxious. Song Hao's younger brother, Song Zhi, was 16 years old, six years younger than Song Hao.
"Brother, Mom suddenly fainted. The doctor said she needs ginseng to wake her up. Can you think of a way?"
What could a servant like Song Hao do? The only thing he could think of was his master. Seeing Song Hao about to kneel down in front of her, Zhang Xintong quickly supported him.
"Song Hao, let's go home and get some ginseng. Saving people is the most important thing."
Song Hao's eyes were filled with gratitude
"Thank you, miss"