Housekeeper Meng had already sent out the message for a day or two, and seeing that the masters had already disposed of two shops and were preparing to return to the Capital City, the luggage was mostly packed.
He started to feel a bit troubled—if the estate couldn't be sold, would the family leave him behind? During the Spring Festival, then, he wouldn't be able to reunite with his own family.
If the estate couldn't be sold in the future, would they leave him here at the Mountain Villa to manage the estate? Managing here compared to in the Capital City—if he had to choose, of course, a bustling place would offer more opportunities.
Having managed the estate here for half a year, he felt he had aged considerably: tanned by the sun, he had lost weight, and riding horses in the winter wind had caused the skin on his hands to peel and his face to become chapped by the cold winds.
Was this still the same Housekeeper Meng who had once elegantly managed the inner courtyards?
