Chapter 14: The Clown Was Herself

ouse once you're done. I'll come pick it up later."Before Ginger left, she informed the shopkeeper and at the door, randomly asked a passerby for the location of the Chen family before swiftly departi...She just got lucky.

Song Jiu Li twitched her lips, still picturing Ginger Wan shamelessly clinging to her brother.

Shen Qian was also resentful inside, "It makes sense that way, but the officials don't seem to care."

Song Jiuli fell silent. In fact, she knew that the official's favor towards Jiang Wan was beneficial to their main family.

Without eliciting a response from Song Jiu Li, Shen Qian felt indignant inside, secretly cursing her for bringing this upon herself. However, on the surface, she still acted warmly and affectionately:

"Lier, although we have already divided the family, I am still your aunt by marriage. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to tell me."

Anyway, I've never liked Ginger, so I'm not afraid to offend her.

"Hmm."

Song Jiu Li softly replied with a sound, glancing back at Jiang Wan who was talking to her mother. Her heart felt complicated.

Even though she was upset, she wasn't stupid. She knew that even if Shen Qian was advising her now, it wouldn't be out of pure kindness. So, she didn't promise Shen Qian anything.

This made Shen Qian furious, but she couldn't openly provoke him. It seemed like she could only take things step by step.

Tonight they were luckier. They reached a roadside inn just outside the city before dark. Ren Bang went in to negotiate first, and then came back to tell everyone:

"The common lodging charges five copper coins per person per night. You provide them yourselves!"

As for their officers, they naturally lived in the rooms provided. Everyone dared not disagree and took out silver one after another.

Just banished, everyone's pockets were empty except for their eldest sister.

After all, when she was exiled, the eldest house didn't have any relatives come to see her off, which made Madam Song a little worried.

Shen Qian intentionally asked, "My Lord Official, what if one can't afford the silver"

"Then you can stay in the stable." Ren Bang replied stiffly. He had always been fair and impartial, and he had already turned a blind eye to Ginger's behavior.

"Ginger sister, I'll help you guys out."

Xiaodeng's heart was filled with gratitude towards Jiang Wan, but Jiang Wan understood that she couldn't keep profiting from the kindness. She smiled and shook her head.

"Thank you, Xiao Deng, but we can afford it ourselves."

After she finished speaking, in front of everyone, she took out a small silver coin from her braided hair.

Everyone: !!!

No one expected her to be able to hide so much silver, she actually hid it in her hair wrapped in a bundle.

Is her hair a treasure chest

Even Song Daniu and Song Jiuli were astonished, their eyes widened in disbelief!

Shen Qian's face was about to contort with anger. She had wanted to see Jiang Wan make a fool of herself, but the clown ended up being herself

Silver coins were exchanged for copper ones, and Ginger managed to pay the overnight fee for her family of five. However, the dormitory-style accommodation nearly made her sick.

The large communal latrine had two rows facing each other. Each row consisted of ten earthen pits, with filthy bedding piled on top. They looked like they hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

That blanket still reeked of a pungent odor. Not to mention ginger, these pampered people had never slept under such a coarse blanket before; their faces turned pale in an instant.

"My lord, could we live upstairs if we pay with our own silver"

Shen Qian looked pitifully at Ren Bang, but Ren Bang remained unmoved. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and asked back:

What do you think

Shouldn't the exiled people want a shared room instead

This sentence was like having ice shards stuck in her throat, so cold that Shen Qian didn't dare speak. She could only obediently enter the room.

Twenty rooms were just enough to accommodate the entire Song family. Song Jiuch'i first put Song Jiuyuan on the bed in the innermost room.

Jiang Wan had thought that Song Jiuyuan would be uncomfortable sleeping, but he lay down without a change of expression.

Song Jiuli began to cry again, "Big brother, this blanket is all smelly!"

She had never slept in such a dirty bed before, it was stained, and besides that, there was nothing else in the room.

Song Jiubian's expression was indifferent. "When we fought wars before, we often slept on the ground. It's better to have a blanket than none at all."

For the people of Dafeng, he endured much hardship, yet the dog emperor treated him this way. Ginger was indignant on his behalf!

"You still have wounds. Rest first."

Jiang Wan handed the thistle to Song Jiuchi, asking him to apply medicine to Song Jiubai. Now that the room was dark, illuminated only by a faint moonlight, there wasn't much to be ashamed of.

On the other side, Shen Qian went out of the room and exchanged several clean blankets with the innkeeper's wife. She was afraid that her purse had shrunk again.

Ginger watched coldly as this person acted recklessly. She thought, with Shen Qian's lavish spending, the road ahead was probably going to be a hungry one.

Luckily, dinner wasn't black and tasteless steamed buns anymore, but congee made from coarse rice. Although it still scratched my throat, it was definitely better than the steamed buns.

After dinner, Ren Bang gathered everyone together and said, "Tomorrow morning we will go shopping for supplies. If you need anything, please register with Lao Zhang."

Of course, they would extract silver from it, but to make their lives a little better, everyone would choose to exchange it for things they needed.

For example, those with two or three rooms have always claimed poverty, but now they are also taking out money to ask the officials to help them bring some cooking pots, bowls, and rice.

Some people wanted water bags and clothes, while others wanted steamed buns, and so on. Only the people in the big house remained silent.

Song Jiubian remained inside, but Song Jichi and Song Jili had no silver on them. Song's mistress looked at Jiang Wan, silent.

Ginger did not go to register, but instead privately found Ren Bang, "My lord official, can I go to town with you tomorrow morning"

Upon finishing her speech, she hastily added, "Please don't worry, I won't run away. It's just that our family needs quite a few things."

She knew this was a bit pushy, but only by leaving for a while could she stock up, and even manage to take out quite a bit.

"This is a one-time opportunity!"

Ren Bang also, out of consideration for Xiao Deng's face, did not forget to warn: "If you run, your family will be finished!"

This time, it counts as repaying her debt for saving Little Deng.

"Good!"

Ginger went back to her room in high spirits, but quickly collected her smile. She slept particularly well that night.

Because she was going into town, she woke up very early. Around the time of the 1st hour

(sub-hour), she had already put on her outer garment.

Beside her slept Lady Song, and she suddenly whispered, "Wanwan, I still have some silver here. Take it and use it."

She slipped Jiang Wan a small silver note, worth fifty taels. Jiang Wan looked at it with some suspicion.

Given the grandmother's character, if she had silver, she probably wouldn't have kept it for so long. She would have taken it out yesterday.

...and last night…

Only Song Jiuyuan was in the room, it seemed someone had given him silver, but this fellow was stubborn and insisted on borrowing from Big Madam's hand.

"I understand, thank you, Mother!"

A slight upturn appeared at the corner of Ginger's mouth. With this silver, she could be more generous when spending money, after all, there would be the madam and Song Jiuyuan to cover for her.

Ginger turned and went to the ground. Inside, Song Jiubian opened his eyes and watched her leave.

Only when the figure disappeared from sight did Song Dajian turn to Song Jiubian with a huff, "Why didn't you give it to her yourself"

Her voice was soft, but Song Jiubian, who had trained in martial arts, naturally heard her clearly. However, he remained silent and did not answer.nd father and have them apply it."They had all seen Ginger apply medicinal herbs to Little Deng before, so they thought it was the same this time.Song Erniang nodded seriously and lowered her voice, s...