PS: There should probably only be one chapter today.

Because I have a cold and I am outside, everything is inconvenient, so my coding efficiency is not high.

Green shell eggs are very fresh and even have the original smell of the hen's body.

After boiling in boiling water for half an hour, a few thin lines cracked on the green shell. When you peeled the eggshell apart along the lines, steaming steam spurted out from the white egg. It was so hot that it caused severe pain in your fingers.

The egg that was so hot that his fingers were red was gently placed on the blood pimple on the back of his head. Yin Xuuge suddenly opened his eyes wide, gasped, and almost fainted when his vision went dark.

It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts.

Qing Ling huffed and puffed out cold air. The hot eggs almost made Yin Xuuge faint from the pain. It also made her fingers hurt. She only focused on blowing air on her fingers, so she ignored her hands.

The importance of it.

The hot egg stuck firmly to the center of the blood pimple on the back of Yin Xuuge's head. The piece of skin that was broken by the sap was the most tender wound. The pain was heart-breakingly hot, and Qing Ling's skin was neither light nor heavy.

With such force, placed in the begonia-patterned bronze mirror on the dressing table, Yin Xuuge's face suddenly distorted.

Thick black eyebrows, so black that they were green, were raised, like two big knives whizzing towards him.

Yin Xuuge was immediately attracted by the pair of heroic thick eyebrows on his delicate face in the mirror with a faint layer of rust. He gasped and brought his face close to the bronze mirror, while keeping his hands and feet away from him.

Green hands with eggs.

Looking back at Qing Ling who kept blowing air on her fingers, Yin Xuege sighed softly.

"Even if you burn me, your young master, to death, this house won't fall into your hands. You can't kill someone for money."

Qing Ling dropped the egg on the dressing table with a thud, and quickly pinched her earlobes with both hands.

She was confused and looked at Yin Xuuge blankly. She shook her head in confusion.

"How could it be scalded to death? The young master said it himself, use hard-boiled eggs to reduce swelling. I didn't use boiling water."

"Two eggs cost me three cents."

Qinghe changed her tone and quickly switched from the key question of whether her young master would be burned to death to a very strange topic.

"I remember this time last year, an egg cost only one penny. This time the year before last, three eggs cost only two cents."

"Two eggs cost three cents now. Master, we'd better sell half of the house, otherwise we'll really have no way to live."

Qing Ling looked at her young master seriously.

"After all, my family's expenses are getting bigger and bigger. Master, you have been buying two or three sets of four treasures for the study every month in the past six months. It's too expensive."

"There is also the cost of the decoction." Yin Xuege frowned slightly, and in the mirror, two thick black lines, as black as green, were spread across Yin Xuege's face like two big knives. The blade almost pierced him.

The thick eyebrows on the temples are tightly connected together.

Yin Xuuge has a very handsome appearance. Except for his slightly dark skin, he actually has the potential to be a pretty boy.

But the pair of thick eyebrows on his face made him completely insulated from pretty boys. In the words of many Yin family members, every time you see Yin Xuege, you will notice his eyebrows at first sight. Instead, you will ignore him.

A handsome face.

Moreover, many people in the Yin family said that Yin Xuuge's eyebrows were like two big knives. Every time he saw him, his eyebrows seemed to be chopped off in front of his face, which made people feel chilled in their hearts.

There are many, many Yin family members who secretly said that Yin Xuuge, who has these two eyebrows, has a fierce face and a tough fortune, so...

The words were unpleasant to hear, so Yin Xuege pretended not to hear them and was too lazy to think about them.

"There is also the cost of soup and medicine."

Qing Ling sighed. She picked up the egg which was no longer very hot and pressed it heavily on the back of Yin Xuege's head again.

Yin Xuuge groaned, his thin and shriveled Qing Ling had a lot of strength in his arm like a reed stick. When she pressed him like this, he felt as if he had been hit with a stick again. He almost fainted again.

"Young masters from other families also go to religious schools to study. Unlike our young master, he often comes back bruised and bruised."

The hot egg slowly rolled over the wound, perhaps because it had numbed the piece of flesh. Sure enough, the wound was no longer painful, and there was even a slight itching sensation. Yin Xuege stretched out his hand and touched the piece of flesh.

He wiped the old bronze mirror with crabapple pattern and nodded.

The eyebrows in the mirror parted and danced slightly.

"In a few days, I'll find a mirror grinder and tidy him up. The person in the mirror looks a bit fancy."

"Mirror grinder? Now you can grind a mirror for one hundred and fifty coins."

Qing Ling frowned.

"The price has increased, I asked about it."

"One hundred and fifty coins, this is one hundred eggs."

Thinking of throwing out a hundred eggs to grind the mirror, Qing Ling's hand shook and the eggs pressed hard on the wound.

Yin Xuuge groaned, the back of his head hurt sharply, and his head subconsciously rushed forward, hitting the dressing table hard. There was a soreness in his nose, and he almost had a nosebleed.

With his head pressed tightly against the dressing table, Yin Xuuge hesitated for a while, and finally felt that between his maid's self-esteem and his own life, his own life was more important. So he turned around and snatched it from Qing Ling's hand.

The egg was gently placed on his wound and rolled slowly.

"I'm clumsy and can't do anything well."

Yin Xuege coughed lightly as he severely improved his maid's low self-esteem.

"While it's still dark, break down the door of the Alley Kou Bookstore and buy a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, a Torah book and a bookcase."

After hesitating for a while, Yin Xuuge sighed softly.

"Remember, buy the cheapest one. Is the little money left by Uncle Pan, Brother Niu and the others enough?"

Before Qing Ling could speak, Yin Xuuge gently pointed at the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

"If it's not enough, don't use credit. People also do business on a small scale, so it's not easy."

"This mirror is expensive anyway. I don't want to spend money to polish it, so I gave it to someone else."

"Remember, this mirror is old. It is considered an antique and cannot be bought too cheaply. You have to ask someone to give it back with some money."

‘Oh’, Qing Ling responded, putting aside her depressed mood after being scolded by her young master for being ‘clumsy’, she carefully picked up the bronze mirror on the dressing table and walked out step by step.

As she walked, she looked back at Yin Xuege.

After walking for a full quarter of an hour, Qing Ling still hadn't walked out of the room.

Yin Xuege, whose face was pressed against the dressing table, listened to her muddy footsteps, stretched out the hand holding the egg, and curled his fingers towards her.

"Forget it, we don't have enough money. Let's go on credit."

"good!"

Qing Ling screamed happily and took a few big steps back. But she walked too fast, and the mirror in her hand was a little too heavy for her withered and short body. Her feet slipped and her body fell forward.

, the mirror hit Yin Xuuge hard on the back of the head.

The scabbed wound opened and a stream of blood flowed out quickly.

Yin Xuege took a long, long breath, and then screamed.

"Stupid girl, I told you that you can't take this house away even if you kill me."

Qing Ling lowered her head, put down the bronze mirror, and then rushed out of the door with a few strides. As a result, she escaped in a hurry. She tripped on the threshold and was slapped flatly on the ground. She groaned in pain and lay flat on her back.

He lay on the ground without moving for a long time.

Yin Xuuge let out a long breath. His mood suddenly improved inexplicably, and his voice became extraordinarily gentle.

"What a stupid girl, hurry up and buy what I told you."

"Well, when you go out, pat yourself clean. Don't let people misunderstand that I'm beating you up at home all day long. That's not good."

Qing Ling lay on the ground. After a long while, she responded with a low voice. After another long time, she covered her nose with her hands and staggered up from the ground. She took a step forward, only thinking about the heartache that she might be knocked flat.

He hit the bridge of his nose, but his foot fell flat. He rolled down the steps in front of the door with a squeaking sound.

Yin Xuuge slowly raised his head, slowly holding the egg and rolling it on the bleeding wound.

He shook his head repeatedly and muttered softly.

"Stupid girl, even if you want to kill your young master, sell this house, take the money, go home and get married, and realize your life ideal of having a lot of children. At least you have to live before you kill your young master.

Do you need to feel more at ease?"

The next morning dawned bright and beautiful.

Wearing a clean jacket and carrying a bookcase, Yin Xuege burped, exhaled a smell of eggs, and walked out of the house in high spirits. Qing Ling followed him, heavily touching the black lacquer courtyard.

The door closed behind him.

Qing Ling's complaints came from the crack in the door.

"How can hard-boiled eggs be turned into egg drop soup? It's impossible."

"It smells like blood. It's your own blood anyway, and it's not dirty. Why can't you eat it? You can't throw it away. It's too wasteful."

"You choked on a boiled egg. Master, you are too stupid. Can you blame me?"

"You can only buy two eggs now for three cents. Can you waste them?"

The warm sunshine was not very hot, but warm enough. Yin Xuege was covered with sunshine, and he could only feel the whining of the green wind in the crack of the door, which was quickly dispersed by the sunshine. With a brilliant smile, he looked towards
To be continued...