【Prequel to the Good Family Wife Series: The Erotic Serpent's Manual】 (08) Author: Da Bao You Xiang

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Chapter 8

(Continued from the previous chapter): Upon hearing this, Sun Er's face lit up with joy. He stretched out his long arm and put
his arm around Old Man Jiang's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Hehe, Uncle Jiang, could you paint
a picture of Yu'er without clothes on for me? I'll give you twenty taels of silver, how about that?"

"What...you want me to paint Yu'er's naked body?" Old Man Jiang exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, don't laugh at me, Uncle Jiang, you know I'm still unmarried, so I've
never seen a woman's naked body. Sometimes I'm incredibly curious, but even if I rack my brains, I
can't imagine what a woman's body looks like. Please, Uncle Jiang, have pity on me and paint one for me
. From now on, I'll follow your lead, and I'll do whatever you ask, okay?" Sun Er pleaded.

"Sun Er, it's not that I'm unwilling to paint it for you, but isn't Yu'er Zhang Steward's concubine? What if he finds out
..." Old Man Jiang hesitated.

"Hey, if you paint it for me, I'll treasure it like a precious gem every day. How could I let anyone else know?
Don't worry. How about this, I'll add another ten taels of silver, thirty taels for one painting, how about that?" Sun Er
said earnestly, hugging Old Man Jiang's neck and shaking it affectionately, a scene that looked somewhat strange.

"This..." Old Man Jiang still seemed a little hesitant.

"Here, this is the ten taels of silver as a deposit, take it." Afraid that he would refuse, Sun Er quickly stuffed the silver
into Old Man Jiang's hand.

Old Jiang took the silver in his hand, examined its quality, and weighed it in his hand before hesitatingly saying, "Well
... alright, but you mustn't tell anyone about this, or we might both lose our jobs."

Hearing this, Sun Er was puzzled: "Lose our jobs? With this old man's
amazing painting skills, he's afraid of not having food? It's strange, this old man clearly has a special skill, yet he's willing
to live in this mansion. It's really odd."

Although Sun Er was puzzled, he didn't ask, but politely said, "Hehe,
thank you Uncle Jiang. You don't need to come to the stables today. Focus on your painting. Come back tomorrow with your finished painting."

Old Jiang returned to his small courtyard, closed the gate, and began to take off his clothes. The midday sun of early summer was too scorching;
he had already been sweating while eating, let alone the long, steamy walk from the front yard to the back. His
round-neck shirt was already soaked with sweat. He took it off, filled a wooden tub with water, and soaked it. Completely naked except for
a loose pair of shorts covering his groin, he drew a bucket of icy water from the stone well in the courtyard and
poured it over himself from head to toe—it was incredibly refreshing. He even took off his already soaked shorts, becoming
completely naked.

Just as Old Man Jiang was enjoying his refreshing cool bath, the courtyard gate was quietly pushed open. Yu'er, worried about
disturbing Old Man Jiang's afternoon nap, mischievously wanted to tiptoe into his room to see him sleeping soundly.
She closed the gate and tiptoed towards the south room. But as soon as she turned around, she heard the "splashing" sound of water being poured . Because of the dense grape trellis, she could only vaguely see a figure taking a cool bath by the stone well
in the corner of the south room . Naturally lively and mischievous, she curiously took a few steps closer and crouched down behind the grape trellis to peek. She saw a naked, dark-skinned man washing himself with a gourd ladle, scooping water from a bucket. The man was somewhat thin, but his veins bulged all over his body, especially his two prominent, powerful buttocks. His thick legs and arms were covered in thick, bristly black hair. "This…is this Uncle Jiang? How come he looks so strong? Like a middle-aged man, not a fifty or sixty-year-old? And he has so much hair, he looks like a chimpanzee, so ugly," Yu'er thought to herself, watching the old man wash himself. Although Yu'er was naturally clever and mischievous, she was, after all, a married woman, and had been influenced . She knew that it wasn't honorable for a married woman to peek at a man bathing, so she silently retreated, intending to leave the courtyard and return after the old man finished washing. But just as she took two steps back to see if Old Man Jiang had noticed her, she was drawn to his strange actions and couldn't help but curiously lean over behind the dense grapevines to observe: Old Man Jiang was holding his penis and using a gourd ladle to scoop water from a bucket and repeatedly rub and wash it. Earlier, when he was washing himself facing south in the scorching sun, his penis had been limp and hanging between his legs, so Yu'er couldn't see it. But this time, as he pulled his thick, long penis out of his crotch to wash it, Yu'er could see it clearly. Yu'er was astonished to discover that his thick, long penis was completely different from his dark skin; it was as white as jade , and the head was a bright red, like a large, dewy strawberry. The color of his penis was so incongruous with Old Man Jiang's skin tone—one dark, the other fair—it seemed like an anomaly. Yu'er was utterly shocked. She had also carefully observed her husband's penis; although Zhang Shang'an was plump and fair-skinned, his genitals were dark, unlike this old man Jiang's, which resembled a white jade flute with a strawberry-shaped head. But soon, something even more astonishing happened: after washing his limp, white penis , the old man Jiang faced the blazing sun and assumed a horse stance, muttering incantations and making strange hand gestures, as if practicing some kind of martial art. While these actions were odd, they only slightly surprised Yu'er . What truly shocked her was that the limp, white penis, which had just disappeared from her sight, slowly began to erect and swell on its own. It grew thicker and longer, and the head became increasingly red and swollen. Yu'er had never witnessed anything so bizarre before; the old man Jiang's penis could spontaneously harden . Even more bizarrely, its erect penis was nearly twice as thick and long as when it was limp . Now, it was as thick as a child's arm, eight inches long, with a head like a ripe, bright red peach. This erect penis resembled a thick jade pestle topped with a bright red peach. Yu'er had never seen such a large . It made her heart flutter, and her cheeks flushed. But that wasn't all. After the large jade pestle became erect, Old Man Jiang used his hand to hang an empty wooden bucket from the side onto the erect penis. To Yu'er's astonishment, the penis could suspend the bucket without falling! The real show was yet to come:

Old Man Jiang steadied his stance, then began chanting incantations. Suddenly, his thick, long jade pestle
began to lift the wooden bucket up and down, as if lifting weights. Yu'er covered her gaping
mouth in astonishment, afraid of accidentally letting out a sound of shock.

"This... what kind of evil technique is this? Is there some kind of technique specifically for training male genitalia? But what's the use of an
old man practicing that every day? I really don't understand. How much strength does that thing need? It can actually
lift the bucket up and down? It looks like Uncle Jiang is practicing some kind of special aphrodisiac technique." Yu'er was secretly
alarmed.

About an incense stick's time later, Old Man Jiang put the bucket down from his penis, performed the closing gesture,
and his large penis shrunk, gradually disappearing between his legs and vanishing from Yu'er's sight.
Then, Old Man Jiang wiped the water droplets off his body and walked back to his house. After Old Man Jiang went back into the house and closed the door,
Yu'er dared to quietly back away, tiptoeing out of the courtyard.

Hiding in a shady corner, her heart was still pounding, and her face was flushed. The scene she had just witnessed
was too shocking: Old Man Jiang could actually hold a wooden tub up for the time
it . When Yu'er made love with her husband, he would only last half an incense stick's time before finishing. Every time
she had just been aroused, he would ejaculate prematurely. This always left her feeling unsatisfied
, her desires unfulfilled. Seeing Old Man Jiang's thick, long member, she couldn't help but think,

"If my husband were even five-tenths as thick as that, I'd be content. Alas, it's a pity that as he gets older, his sexual prowess is declining
. Not only does he make love less and less, only once a month, but the duration of each encounter is also getting shorter and shorter.
I wonder what it would feel like to have sex with something as thick, long, and long-lasting as that?"

Although Yu'er's heart was aroused, her taste remained unchanged. Although Old Man Jiang possessed a rare treasure, he was still
old and had an odd appearance. The thick black hair on his thighs and arms displeased Yu'er. Yu'er secretly thought,
"If only... if only... Tian Cheng had something like that."

Thinking of Tian Cheng, she couldn't help but take out an exquisite waist token from her bosom. Looking at the token and recalling the lewd things she had just
thought about with him, she blushed. Her lower body felt a little itchy and her clitoris was dripping with moisture. There
were signs of a secret spring tide rising. She squeezed her legs together and rubbed them back and forth.

Yu'er, whose passion was growing increasingly intense, suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit. She quickly retrieved
the waist token belonging to Tian Cheng that she had been keeping, forcibly calming herself. After regaining her composure, she estimated that an incense stick's time had passed
, and it was time to re-enter the courtyard.

This time, Yu'er deliberately made her footsteps louder as she entered the courtyard, and pushed open the gate forcefully, as if
afraid Old Man Jiang wouldn't hear her. Sure enough, as soon as she reached the south room in the center of the courtyard, Old Man Jiang's voice came: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Uncle Jiang. I've come to have your portrait drawn," Yu'er answered loudly.

"Oh, it's Yu'er. Please wait a moment," Old Man Jiang said hurriedly, seemingly not yet dressed.

A moment later, the door to the south room opened, and Old Man Jiang, wearing a short-sleeved, open-fronted jacket, came
out . Upon seeing Yu'er, he apologized, "It was too hot at noon, so I took a cold shower. That's why I was changing clothes. I'm sorry to
have kept you waiting. Please come in quickly." He then ushered Yu'er into the house.

"Okay, it is quite hot today. I've been walking all the way and I'm sweating." Yu'er replied politely, but her
gaze inadvertently fell on the old man Jiang, who was bare-chested and had a belly exposed. To her surprise, she discovered that his chest was covered with
a thick patch of black hair, and a line of black hair ran from his chest all the way down to his lower abdomen

. Yu'er felt a pang of discomfort. Her own husband was fair and plump; she had never seen such thick chest hair before. Combined
with the old man Jiang's dark skin, he really looked a bit like an orc, making Yu'er's heart pound.

"Why does this Uncle Jiang seem so different from the men I usually see? He doesn't seem to be a Han Chinese like me;
he seems more like one of those hairy barbarians from the Western Regions that I see in the market," Yu'er thought to herself.

Old Jiang, however, seemed completely oblivious, as if it were commonplace. After arranging for Yu'er to sit down, he turned to retrieve his
professional . Yu'er quickly snapped out of her daze and took out the prepared paper from her sleeve.

"It's so hot, take off your blouse and long skirt first," Old Jiang said
casually his tone revealing no embarrassment.

"What?" Yu'er asked, doubting she had misheard.

"Actually, it's necessary for the portrait. With so many clothes on you, I can't see your skeleton or figure, making it difficult to paint,"
Old Jiang said calmly.

"This…" Yu'er hesitated, not moving.

"Yu'er, just like when I painted the horse this morning, if that 'Red Steed' were wrapped up as tightly as you are,
how could I possibly paint its agile physique and beautiful, powerful muscle lines?"

"Horses don't wear clothes, do they? But I asked you to paint a picture of me wearing a magnificent gown, so I don't need to expose myself,
right?" Yu'er asked, puzzled, still unwilling to undress as Old Man Jiang suggested.

"As the saying goes: tailoring to fit. How can I match you with a suitable magnificent gown if I don't know your true shape under the clothes
?" Old Man Jiang said slowly, his face expressionless, speaking with
the tone .

Yu'er pondered Old Man Jiang's words repeatedly, and seeing his calm and undisguised gaze, she believed him to a large extent.
She wasn't a shy person, and her eagerness to see her portrait in magnificent attire was even stronger, so she turned her back and
took off her green, short-sleeved blouse, revealing her smooth back and rounded, bare shoulders. She glanced back at Old Man Jiang again, still
uneasy , and saw that he was busy laying out paper on the drawing board, not paying much attention to her
bare back. Reassured, she slowly loosened the belt around her waist, and her long, fitted dress fell down, revealing
her naked body clad only in a tube top and underpants.

Yu'er had grown up alongside Madam Lan since childhood. Although nominally a servant, they were practically sisters, sharing meals and
lodging, and had never been exposed to the elements, thus developing skin similar to Madam Lan's. Her removal of her clothes
instantly brightened the room, revealing her fair back, slender waist, rounded buttocks, and white thighs,
adding a touch of allure to the room. Old Man Jiang, though pretending to be tidying up his drawing paper and charcoal pencils,
could n't help but steal glances at Yu'er's naked body a few times.

"Alright, I'm ready. Yu'er, you can turn around now. I'll draw it for you right now. If we delay too long, Madam will
probably come looking for you," Old Man Jiang said again in a serious tone.

Yu'er slowly turned around, her hands covering her chest, her face shy, not daring to look Old Man Jiang in the eye.

"Hey, that won't do. Covering yourself so tightly with your hands is practically the same as not taking off your clothes. This... yes,
this is the right position," Old Man Jiang said seriously, walking over and pulling away Yu'er 's
hands that were covering her breasts. Instantly, a pair of full breasts, half-covered by her strapless bra, were revealed before Old Man Jiang's eyes. For a moment,
a hint of heat flashed in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head to hide it.

Yu'er's strapless bra only covered two hemispheres of her snow-white breasts, her smooth, white abdomen completely exposed,
revealing sexy navel. Old Man Jiang reached out and stroked her smooth lower abdomen, saying, "
Pull in your stomach , yes, that's the correct pose..."

Yu'er immediately felt a warm, fleshy hand press against her belly. Her face flushed, and she was about to push it away when she
heard Old Man Jiang's words. She then realized that Uncle Jiang was instructing her on her posture. So she
endured the embarrassment of being touched and did not stop him.

"A noble lady should not only dress elegantly, but also behave gracefully. Look at your legs, so
awkwardly and tightly closed, where is the elegance? Let me help you get into the right position." Old Man Jiang pointed out
Yu'er's incorrect posture, and then his large, hairy hands stroked Yu'er's legs,
spreading her white thighs apart. Yu'er cooperated with his manipulation in order to quickly get into the perfect pose.

To adjust Yu'er's posture to resemble that of a delicate young lady, Old Man Jiang thoroughly touched almost every inch of her
naked body before stopping. Standing to the side, he smiled as he watched the alluring
pose he had created for Yu'er. Yu'er was now gently stroking her hair, swaying her hips, and slightly parting her legs,
one hand resting on her high, upturned buttocks.

"Good, hold the pose, don't move. I'll begin to imitate," Old Man Jiang said, his eyes full of amusement
.

Half an hour later, the rough sketch was finished. Ignoring the aching back and legs from posing, Yu'er excitedly ran over to see it. However,
although the portrait was incredibly lifelike, the subject was completely naked. Yu'er complained, "Uncle Jiang, didn't
you say you'd dress me in elegant and luxurious clothes? Why is this a portrait without clothes?"

"Well, that would take a long time. You're pressed for time, so I'll first draw your true figure and appearance, and then I'll
fill in the clothes properly. That way, it won't take up your time," Old Man Jiang explained.

"Oh, I see. It has indeed taken too long. I must go back now. But
when will you finish, Uncle?" Yu'er asked.

"Come pick it up at this time tomorrow," Old Man Jiang said.

"Okay, I'll come back after lunch tomorrow. I'll be going now, Uncle, or my wife will be looking for me,"
Yu'er said, putting on her clothes as she bid farewell to Old Man Jiang.

After Yu'er left, Old Man Jiang continued working on the portrait until nightfall. He painted by candlelight until dark
, and it's unclear how long he worked on it; it seems he painted more than one picture.

The next day, as soon as Old Man Jiang arrived at the stable, Sun Er spotted him from afar and came out to greet him. Seeing that
no one was around, Sun Er dragged Old Man Jiang into his room in the courtyard, asking expectantly and somewhat anxiously, "Uncle Jiang,
how is it ? Is the painting finished?"

"Well…" Old Man Jiang feigned ambiguity.

Sun Er, though lazy, wasn't stupid. Seeing this, he immediately pulled out twenty taels of silver from his pocket, saying, "Hehe,
Uncle, I've already prepared the silver for you. Here you go."

Old Man Jiang took the silver and weighed it in his hand; it was a good amount. Then, he leisurely took out a roll of painting paper from his sleeve
, which Sun Er, who had been waiting anxiously, snatched from his hand. Excitedly, he slowly unrolled the scroll:
Yu'er, completely naked and posing alluringly, was displayed before his eyes. Sun Er froze,
his eyes burning with desire as he stared intently at the sensitive areas of the jade figures in the painting.

Seeing his drooling, infatuated expression, Old Man Jiang shook his head, smiled, and left the room,
leaving Sun Er alone.

Sun Er didn't leave the room all morning, only venturing out at lunchtime to follow Old Man
Jiang to the kitchen in a daze. However, the maids and servants eating in the kitchen noticed something strange:
Sun Er seemed to have changed his ways. Usually, he would order Old Man Jiang to fetch his food, but today he let Old Man Jiang
sit at the table while he went to the kitchen to get his own rice and dishes.

Just as Sun Er placed the food on the table for Old Man Jiang, Yan'er, who happened to be there to fetch more food, caught him in the act
. She asked, puzzled, "Hey? Sun Er, who's the boss here? Wasn't Old Man Jiang serving you the other day?
Why is he..."

Sun Er replied seriously, "Uncle Jiang, he's getting old. Taking care of him is just the younger generation's duty. What's so
strange about that?"

"Oh? So you recognized him as the elder just now? Your eyesight is really good," Yan'er said sarcastically.
She had a lot of disdain for the lazy and good-for-nothing Sun Er and often used words to mock him.

The other servants in the dining room burst into laughter, making Sun Er feel quite embarrassed.

"You..." Sun Er was speechless, but helpless. After all, she was Madam Lan's personal
maid.

In fact, Yan'er had been keeping an eye on Old Man Jiang at Madam Lan's behest.
As soon as she returned to the inner quarters with the small wooden box containing the food, she immediately reported Sun Er's strange behavior towards Old Man Jiang to Madam Lan.
Madam Lan smiled and said, "It seems this old man Jiang is no ordinary person. He actually managed to get the notoriously lazy
Sun Er to serve him rice and dishes."

"Yes, Madam," Yan'er said, "I think Sun Er must have done something shameful, and Old Man Jiang
has caught , that's why he's being so obedient.

" "Alright, let's not worry about them anymore. Yan'er, quickly go and call Xiang'er and Yu'er to come and eat." Madam Lan
instructed .

"Yes, Madam. I'll go call the young master and Sister Yu'er right away."

After finishing lunch and putting Xiao Xiang'er to sleep, Yu'er secretly slipped out of the inner quarters. She couldn't
wait see the portrait Old Man Jiang had drawn for her. Since childhood, she had watched her young mistress wear all
sorts of expensive jewelry and elegant clothing, but she could only look on longingly; she had no right
to wear . But what girl doesn't want to dress beautifully? So she could only lie in bed and fantasize about
the feeling of being admired and looked up to in gorgeous clothes.

As Yu'er approached the courtyard where Old Man Jiang lived, she suddenly seemed to remember something and began to tiptoe.

"Uncle Jiang isn't taking a shower again, is he? Will he practice his evil arts like yesterday? Speaking of which, that thing of his down there
is really..." Yu'er blushed slightly, thinking of the strange techniques Old Man Jiang had practiced yesterday.

The image of Old Man Jiang using his long, thick, white penis to manipulate the wooden tub was deeply etched
in her mind. Even last night, lying in bed, the shocking scene kept replaying in her mind. However, when she
recalled it she deliberately replaced Old Man Jiang's image with Tian Cheng, so that it became the handsome and imposing Tian Cheng, his
thick, long penis erect, lifting the wooden tub. Whenever she fantasized about this, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, her flower core becoming wet, her stem
tingling with an unbearable itch.

Today, she tiptoed and gently pushed open the courtyard gate again, wanting to see if Old Man Jiang was still
taking a cold shower and practicing his evil arts like yesterday?

Just as she pushed open a crack in the door, she heard the splashing sound of water being poured from the yard. Her
heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Jiang is taking a shower again, and he'll probably start practicing some kind of evil technique soon...
"

Like yesterday, Yu'er sneaked into the yard like a nimble kitten, hiding
behind the dense grapevines to watch. Sure enough, just like yesterday: after washing his hairy, dark body, Old Man Jiang
began to clean his thick, long, white penis, which seemed quite incongruous with his skin tone. After washing, Old Man Jiang
faced the scorching sun, assumed a horse stance, and
began chanting incantations and making strange hand gestures, starting his bizarre practice again. Before long, his previously limp, white penis slowly
hardened and swelled up again. It grew thicker and longer, and the glans became increasingly swollen
and reddish.

He repeated the same routine as yesterday, using that unusually thick and long jade pestle to poke at the empty wooden bucket. He persisted for
the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before stopping and returning to his room.

This time, Yu'er wasn't as surprised as she had been the first time she watched; she was simply curious about the purpose of this old man Jiang's wicked practice
: could it strengthen the body? Could it prolong life? This puzzled the clever young woman quite a bit
.

After the incense stick had burned, Yu'er, just like yesterday, deliberately opened and closed the courtyard gate loudly and swaggered into the yard
. Old man Jiang, wearing the same open-chested short-sleeved shirt as yesterday, came out to greet her and led her into the house.

"Uncle Jiang, is the drawing finished?" Yu'er couldn't help but ask as soon as she entered.

"It's done. It's on the table. Unfold it and see for yourself. If you're not satisfied, I'll revise it for you,"
Old man said confidently.

Yu'er approached the desk and slowly unfurled the scroll. Immediately, a noble beauty, adorned with jewels and finery,
came into view: her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with phoenix pendants and jade hairpins,
and she wore a long purple dress reserved for noble ladies, embroidered with auspicious birds and flowers, further enhancing her exceptional elegance. Looking closer at the face in the painting, it was unmistakably
Yu'er , except that her face was powdered and rouged, giving her a rosy complexion, and her lips were painted
with bright red lipstick, making her appear alluring and luscious…

Looking at her elegant and noble self in the painting, Yu'er could hardly believe it. She murmured repeatedly, "This
…is this really me? Am I really that beautiful and noble?"

A dark hand quietly rested on her shoulder. Old Man Jiang, stroking the smooth, fragrant shoulder of the dazed Yu'er,
affirmed , "Of course it's you. Yu'er, you are naturally beautiful; it's just that wearing servants' coarse clothes has
concealed your noble beauty. Clothes make the man." "A horse needs a saddle to make a good horse," that's the idea. If you wear luxurious
clothes, you're no less impressive than the princesses and concubines in the palace."

Yu'er gradually regained her composure, noticing the large, hairy hand on her shoulder. Her pretty face flushed, and she
cleverly brushed it away with her small hand, then said coquettishly, "Uncle Jiang, you're talking nonsense. How dare I
compare myself to the princesses and concubines in the palace? I'm just a little maid." Old Man Jiang's black hand was brushed away, but he continued to encourage Yu'er without a care, saying, " Wasn't

Empress Wu just a little girl in Wenshui County before she entered the palace? Never underestimate yourself." "You're really going too far. How dare I compare myself to Empress Wu? That would be a capital offense. Here, take this ten taels of silver. Don't say another word," Yu'er stopped him, taking out the silver she had prepared earlier from her bosom. "The silver isn't urgent, Yu'er, tell me first, what do you think of your Uncle Jiang's painting?" Old Man Jiang said smugly as he took the silver. "Hmm, so-so," Yu'er replied insincerely, carefully rolling up the portrait. "So-so? Is that what Madam thinks too?" Old Man Jiang pressed, dissatisfied. "Madam? What does this have to do with Madam? I secretly asked you to paint this for me, how would Madam know ?" Yu'er retorted. "Of course I wasn't talking about this painting, I was talking about the 'Red Steed' painting for the young master. Didn't you say Madam would reward you handsomely if she thought it was good? And I also heard you say Madam values people skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting," Old Man explained. Yu'er remembered her lie from yesterday; the painting was actually given to her by Steward Zhang to test Old Man Jiang, not by Madam. Not to mention the hefty reward or being favored by the Madam . That was all made up by Yu'er. Yu'er, being quick-witted, immediately realized what was going on and fabricated another story: "I gave that painting you did yesterday directly to the young master; the Madam didn't see it." "What? Yu'er, when you asked me to paint this portrait yesterday, you promised to introduce me to this big deal with the Madam. You haven't forgotten, have you?" Old Man Jiang asked anxiously. "You good-natured Uncle Jiang, I was just feeling grateful for your enthusiasm in painting my portrait, but it turns out your real purpose is to curry favor with the Madam?" Yu'er feigned anger. "Yu'er, how could that be? My painting of you has nothing to do with the Madam. But I'm practically on my deathbed and still don't have much wealth; it's rather sad. My desire to do some business with the Madam is simply to earn more money to leave for my descendants," Old Man Jiang said sincerely. "Here, I'll return this ten taels of silver to you. Consider this portrait a gift from me. Is that more sincere?" Old Man Jiang said, actually stuffing another ten taels of silver into Yu'er's hand. Yu'er was good in every way, except, as her husband, Steward Zhang, said: she was a little miser. She was rather greedy.

Seeing that Old Man Jiang had stuffed the ten taels of silver that had pained her heart back into her hand, she patted her chest with satisfaction and said,
"Hmph, that's more like it. As long as you listen to me, don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you with Madam."

[To be continued]

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