Siyuansi had to do many of his errands in the imperial garden.
The Royal Garden is not a simple place.
That was the beginning of His Majesty's luscious deeds with many concubines and beauties.
In the eyes of some people, the Imperial Garden is no less attractive than His Majesty's palace.
As a result, pruning flowers in the imperial garden has become the most resounding sign of Siyuansi, the dormitory bureau. Many girls had this in mind when they were deceived into Siyuansi.
Naturally, Cen Xijin is not in a position to do such a job.
In the eyes of everyone, she is stupid, stupid, not beautiful, and she is still a confused and ignorant newcomer. If they don't bully her, who will they bully?
There is a kind of work in the world called other people's work.
Other people's job is to prune flower branches, and by the way, "human faces and peach blossoms complement each other".
Other people's job is to go in and out of the concubines' palaces, deliver flowers and grass, and build relationships and socialize.
Other people’s jobs are——
"Xijin, the sun is out just right. Go take out the seeds from the warehouse and dry them!"
However, the seeds in Siyuan's treasury are measured in sacks... Cen Xijin panted.
"Xijin, go get some well water and wash the farm tools!"
So, sickle, rake, shovel, iron hoe, columbine, turner, curved shaft plow... Cen Xijin sweated profusely when he realized the development history of ancient farming tools.
"Xijin, go and cut the wheat in the field!"
It's noon on the day of hoeing, and sweat drips from the soil... Cen Xijin wants to cry but has no tears. Is she really in the palace now? Are you sure you're not working as a coolie on the landowner's farm? Damn it, the palace struggle has turned life into a tragedy.
Thinking that she, the noble female history of Siyuansi, has now become a farmhand of Zhima.
"Xijin, after harvesting the wheat, you can go pick up the sweet potatoes in the field. They are rare. Don't ruin them without seeing them." Sesame found a piece of land next to the tree on the edge of the field. In the clean open space, he moved a stool and sat down, holding a pot of tea and laughing, "You, don't think I'm bullying you. The rules of our Siyuan Division are that all newcomers have to go to the fields to do farm work, otherwise they will be arrogant. If you are young and can't lift a hoe, you are not considered a member of Siyuansi."
"Sweet potato... sweet potato..." Cen Xijin dragged his legs in the ground with a pale face and muttered something.
Zhizhi put the spout of the pot to his mouth and was about to open his mouth when suddenly an idea came to him: "Hey! By the way, according to the rules of our Siyuan Division, all new female historians have to change their names. Why don't you change your name to Hongshu?" Bar?"
"Oh...what?! Sweet potato?" She didn't want to call her sweet potato. Thinking of the sweet potato girl who would socialize in the future, Cen Xijin suddenly felt a little dizzy and couldn't breathe. Why not call it Hongyao? "Sister Zhima, you should keep such a good name to yourself. My name was given by the Queen and I cannot change it without permission."
Zhima knew that she came from the East Palace. Considering the dignity and majesty of the Queen, it was better to put the name change on hold for a while. Although the drums died down, she was still a little angry. She puffed up her cheeks and mocked: "Look at who doesn't have a decent name! I used to be called Hanzhi, and rice was called Narcissus before she came here, hum."
Thinking of Hanzhi turning into sesame seeds and narcissus turning into rice, Cen Xijin stopped holding the sickle because she suddenly felt like laughing.
"Why are you laughing? Let's get to work! I have to go and take a rest!" In embarrassment, Sesame blushed, then pretended to stretch, preparing to move back to the house to rest.
Seeing Sesame walking away, Cen Xijin hurriedly sat down in the ground to rest, and casually pulled off his straw hat to use as a fan. However, he found that Qiuhu was so powerful that the small straw hat was useless - and the sweat droplets got into his eyes. Is there any!
Rubbing his eyes with hands full of earthy smell, Cen Xijinza watched the endless waves of golden wheat rolling wantonly between the sky and the earth. It seemed that he would have to continue to face the loess and turn his back to the sky later.
The blame is on those concubines and empresses in the palace who are ignorant of the sufferings of the people. They say that the food sent as tribute from outside is rough, and insist on eating the food, fruits and vegetables grown in the palace grounds. Isn't this just making things difficult for Siyuan? He's from the company!
After pushing it down layer by layer, the job finally fell to Cen Xijin.
Yes, after dealing with this batch of wheat, she still has to deal with the sweet potatoes!
By the way, sweet potatoes.
Sweet potato... isn't it a species that was introduced from the American continent after the New Continent was discovered? There are also the peanuts and chili that I ate at Donggong a few days ago. Aren’t these all imported products?
Could it be that the new continent of this world has already been set foot on?
Or is there no such thing as a new continent in this imaginary world?
If given the chance, Cen Xijin really wants to drive his own unsinkable Titanic, ride the wind and waves on the sea, overcome thorns and thorns, lie comfortably on the slightly hot deck, drink black tea and enjoy the morning glow and sunset, with the clouds rolling in and out.
Go and see the natives and forests of the Americas, see the white clouds and sheep in Australia, wear the breastless and backless gown of the British beauty, taste the fine wines from the French winery, and put on the one-eyed dragon eye patch to disguise yourself. Become a pirate and cause trouble all over the world...
"Wake up! Wake up! I asked you to work, not to have fun holding a sweet potato! Look at you dripping all over the floor. The sun is almost setting. What are you daydreaming about?!"
In this way, the poor, kind-hearted and oppressed little white flower Cen Xijin was shaken awake by the evil landlord Lao Cai Zhima.
"Is it time for dinner?" Seeing the sunset and the red clouds filling the sky, Cen Xijin couldn't help but rub her eyes. Didn't she just close them? Why did it take so long?
Zhima was so angry that her mouth was tilted to the side of her neck. She pointed at her angrily and scolded: "It's just you, you are lazy and greedy, you can't do anything, and you don't eat enough! It's better to eat a little bit." Anyone can endure it!”
Cen Xijin lowered his head and sighed softly: "It turns out it's not dinner time." He sounded disappointed.
What a pity. In the dream, she was still eating steak with a knife and fork on her "Xijin".
"...What are you talking about!!" Zhima Qi was furious. Then he thought that he had come to speak for others. Maybe this girl had offended someone and someone came to her door. She couldn't help but feel better. Then he rolled his eyes at her and said sternly, "Master Tian of the Production Department wants to see you by name. Humph, I don't know when you offended someone!"
Tian Zhang of the Department of Production?
Cen Xijin thought calmly that the only person he knew in the Production Department was Yingcao... It seemed that Yingcao's surname was Tian. She stood up, patted the dust on her body briskly, and then smiled innocently: "Then dinner..."
As he said that, a pair of dirty black hands were about to reach out to his clothes.
This is such a hand full of pastoral flavor and interest in life.
Zhima hurriedly took a few steps back and shouted with her heart in her arms: "Get out of here now -" She was holding back, resisting the urge to kick her feet.
Cen Xijin took three steps, turned back, and walked away with a playful smile.
I fetched a bucket of water and washed my paws, which I couldn't even stand, and then wiped my face with a handkerchief. It was too late to change clothes. But she didn't have any other bright clothes to wear.
While tucking her sleeves, she touched the mutton-fat jade bracelet hidden on her arm, and wondered if Wang Xiang saw her like she was living in the Book of Songs, would he give her the bracelet to waste...
After thinking about it for a while, Cen Xijin hunched his shoulders and lowered his head again. It seemed that he had suddenly transformed into the obedient, honest, simple and kind-hearted little palace maid again.
In this way, he shrunk all the way to the Production Department.
The Production Department belongs to the Shanggong Bureau, so she has come a long way.
In front of the gate of the Siyuansi courtyard, a female historian saw a little palace maid wearing Siyuansi's clothes coming, and she burst into laughter: "Oh, this is Miss Jin from Siyuansi, right? You are here, we are in charge of the palace." I've been waiting for you in the courtyard for a long time."
It seems that the enthusiasm is a little too much... Cen Xijin was aroused by the enthusiasm and enthusiasm that came to him.
Influenced by the enthusiasm of the female director of the department, she entered the department without even touching the ground.
Before he could figure out the situation, Cen Xijin raised his eyes and saw Commander Tian arriving in his best clothes.
The originally delicate and childish face was now wearing mature and prudent makeup, and her eager eyes were full of pride.
The false buns were piled almost as high as half a person, and the exaggerated and complicated decorations on them were similar to those of a candied haws seller. When Cen Xijin looked up, his neck felt sore.
The colorful silk pleated skirt almost made her eyes dazzle.
Is this Tian Zhangzhi? Is this the cowardly Primrose sleeping next to her?
To say she is a peach blossom is just as bad.
But she is indeed Primrose.
She excitedly stepped forward and gently held Cen Xijin's freshly washed hand. Her tone was a little exaggerated: "Sister Jin, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?"
"Okay... okay..." Cen Xijin shook his head and asked again, "Are you really Primrose?"
This question was asked.
Sakura nodded her forehead awkwardly and smiled at everyone: "Look, my little sister Jin is so happy."
"Master, you are indeed different from when you first came here. No wonder Miss Jin was dumbfounded." A young female historian hurriedly followed up to join in the fun.
"Oh, really?" Primrose smiled, imitating the demonstrative movements of the officials, and gently held a bun in a majestic manner, and the hairpin on the bun kept shaking. It's like swinging.
Cen Xijin looked at the dangling hairpin and then came back to his senses. He complained silently in his heart, Sister Sakura, what have you been through in the past few months...
"Look at you, are you starving? I know how there is no way to raise people in a poor place like Siyuansi!" The corner of Yingcao's mouth raised slightly, her cheerful tone and disdainful expression all showed her The spring breeze was proud, "Come here, let Sister Jin have a taste of the food of our production department!"
Seeing this, Cen Xijin simply put her thoughts aside and sat down obediently with her, bowing her head obediently, just like the scene a few months ago when she first met Aunt Liu Fu when she first entered the palace.
