Domineering Peasant Girl is Not Easy To Mess With

"Yes, yes! I heard it!"

"I heard it, I heard it!"

Everyone nodded in a hurry.

Ji Linlin ignored them and waved her hand: "Sleep!"

"Yes, yes!" Everyone nodded and bowed again.

Seeing Ji Linlin lying down, one by one quickly lay down too, moving lightly, for fear of making any noise and angering the evil god.

As for the bunk next to Ji Linlin, there was no one there, only after a long distance.

The fat woman has already moved

When it was time to eat at noon, Ji Linlin went out with the others, seeing the law of the jungle here again, and was even more speechless.

As soon as the food arrived, everyone rushed up with their broken bowls, grabbing the brown rice in the wooden barrel and a large bowl of pickles.

Ji Linlin took a look, frowned, and didn't step forward.

Although the brown rice and pickles look rough, they are not moldy and spoiled, and people will not have any health problems after eating them.

Thinking about it, this is the palace, and these people are all doing physical work. Even if the food is not enough, the quality is still passable.

Otherwise, too many people will die, and the higher-ups will definitely ask a question or two.

However, for a gourmet like Ji Linlin who has top cooking skills, she doesn't want to eat this kind of food that is equivalent to pig food in her eyes!

Ji Linlin stood aside, just watching.

There is not much food in general, and there are about 50 people in the palace slave courtyard. There are only four barrels of rice and a pot of pickles in total. No matter how powerful they are, they will be quickly pushed aside by the crowd. .

No matter how docile and timid people usually look, at this time, they burst out with ferocity and speed comparable to that of a wolf.

After all, being bullied is death, but not being able to eat is also death, so it's better to be a hungry ghost.

"Well, sister, you eat." A dirty broken bowl was stretched out in front of Ji Linlin.

Ji Linlin didn't associate "big sister", which she thought belonged to middle-aged women, to herself at all, and didn't think it was calling herself, until she saw the broken bowl with her hands in front of her, and the Dirty sallow face.

Ji Linlin suddenly became bad!

However, he was kind enough to see that she didn't try to snatch it, so he offered to send it to her. Even if it was a purposeful flattery, she accepted the favor.

"Thanks, I won't eat it, you can eat it yourself!" Ji Linlin smiled.

"Elder Sister, don't be polite to me. Otherwise, I will share with Eldest Sister. How can I bear it without eating? You might be able to grab a lot of dinner." Seeing that Ji Linlin seemed to be quite talkative, the man immediately lifted his spirits , I am not too afraid of her.

Ji Linlin expressed disdain: "Joke, if I want to snatch it, who can snatch it from me? Uh--I'm really not hungry, you eat it yourself!"

Thinking about how Ji Linlin beat the fat woman until she screamed, the woman took her words seriously, and said embarrassingly, "Eldest sister won't eat it, so I'll eat it myself. Well, hehe, when eldest sister grabs dinner in the evening , can you cover me and grab it for me? I’m afraid I won’t be able to get it and starve.”

Hearing her straightforward words, Ji Linlin was immediately happy.

She didn't think this woman was snobbish, but she thought it was cute and magnanimous.

Moreover, she is very smart and good at judging the situation, knowing how to hug her thigh.

Ji Linlin has always admired open, smart and decisive women. Even if such a woman is bad, she must be bad and open.

"Don't worry," she patted the woman's shoulder, and said with a smile: "From now on, you will mess with me, but don't call me eldest sister, just call me sister Lin! Well, by the way, what's your name? "

"Yes, Sister Lin!" The woman was overjoyed immediately, nodded and bowed to Ji Linlin: "Hello, Sister Lin, my name is Xiaosan!"

"What!" Ji Linlin almost choked. Why does that name sound so awkward?

The woman was taken aback by Ji Linlin's extreme reaction, she was a little nervous and hurriedly laughed and said, "Well, I am the third at home, so everyone calls me Xiaosan. Well, actually, it doesn't matter if I have a name when I get here. I might go someday.”

These words are dejected and sad, full of despair, and even more reconciled.

However, if you are not reconciled, what can you do?

Ji Linlin smiled, didn't promise her anything, didn't even give her a word of comfort, she just said: "This name is not good, it's not easy to pronounce, well, from today on, you should be called Xiao Liu!"

She herself can't protect herself now, but she doesn't have any kindness to care about others, and she regards other people's lives as her own responsibility. She, Ji Linlin, has never been such a selfless and great person.

For so many years, the only one she really cared about and regarded as a friend was Mu Qingli.

For the rest, I don't care much.

What about others, what does it have to do with her?

Let's talk about Xiao Liu, she thinks this woman is very interesting, if she can help her, she will help her easily, but she will never do anything specially for her.

Xiao Liu was very happy to see that Ji Linlin had given her a name. Without even thinking about it, she nodded happily and said with a smile, "Yes, Sister Lin, from today onwards, I will be called Xiao Liu!"

Ji Linlin: "Hehe!" It seems that this feeling is quite good.

During the day, the people in the palace slave yard have nothing to do, except to gossip together in twos and threes, mend their own clothes, and just sleep.

During the day, they were not allowed to leave the remote and small courtyard of the palace slave yard, because they were too humble and dirty, and if they went out and bumped into the nobles, they would die.

The air in the house smelled really bad, so Ji Linlin occupied a corner behind the pomegranate flowers in the yard, and sat there basking in the sun, closing her eyes and resting her mind.

The yard was not big, and it was very messy and messy. Ji Linlin could only move a stone to sit on it.

Fifty or so palace servants lived in two large rooms. Ji Linlin's reputation should have spread from one room to the other, and no one dared to mess with her, which made her quite satisfied.

So opening the way with fists is really a universally applicable truth!

At dinner time, Ji Linlin still didn't grab the food.

What I eat at noon is brown rice, and at night, it is porridge.

There were no more pickles, only green and yellow leaves floating in the porridge.

However, the palace slaves still let the palace slaves grab their heads.

Xiao Liu also grabbed a bowl of brown rice and a pinch of pickles at noon, but his luck was not so good at dinner time. He grabbed half a bowl of porridge, but it was almost spilled when he was pushed by someone. When she managed to squeeze out of the crowd, she almost cried when she saw the porridge that had almost bottomed out.