Glory

Ye Yaming set her mind at ease. "That's good."

After a moment's thought, she instructed Bai Rui, "Go to the storage room and see if there are any interesting trinkets. Send them to Fifth Young Lady to play with."

Bai Rui acknowledged and left.

It was already noon, and Ziyuan and Qingzhi had brought back lunch in food containers. Ye Yaming had a simple midday meal.

After the meal, Bai Rui returned to report, detailing what items she had sent to Ye Yayu.

"Fourth Young Lady received the items. Fifth Young Lady refuses to see anyone except Fourth Young Lady. Fourth Young Lady said to reassure you that she will take good care of Fifth Younger Sister."

Ye Yaming smiled.

After some consideration, she picked up a brush and wrote down recipes for fried fresh milk and cake, handing them to Bai Rui. "Take these to the kitchen and have them study these recipes carefully. If they encounter difficulties, they should adapt—I only read these recipes in books. Tell them that if they succeed in making these and if Fourth Young Lady and Fifth Young Lady enjoy them, I have many more recipes to share later."

The fried fresh milk recipe required breadcrumbs, which weren't available in this era, so Ye Yaming's version used crushed steamed bun pieces instead. As for fresh milk and ovens, the Ye family had those.

She clearly described the method for whipping egg whites. As for how the cooks would execute it and the final result—they were professionals after all, and with some experimentation, they should be able to produce something similar.

In modern times, Ye Yaming had one well-known hobby: she loved food. Whenever she traveled for business, her assistant would inevitably book her the best local restaurants; if she had no time to dine out, the assistant would bring takeout back for her. Hosts would also arrange meals at the finest establishments.

She didn't just eat—she also explored how these delicacies were made. This was a common topic she discussed with others when socializing or when conversation ran dry.

In her leisure time, she enjoyed watching food videos or live streams.

Now in ancient times, she remained busy and couldn't put her culinary theories into practice herself. It was better to write down recipes for the cooks to research.

In life, clothing and food are what matter most. Clothing is for others to see; only food is truly for oneself. Among all things in the world, only good food should not be wasted. Perhaps delicious food could also comfort Ye Yayu's panicked heart, unsettled by the loss of her mother and familiar surroundings.

This was all she could do for the young girl.

Bai Rui took the recipes and stored them safely, then said to Ye Yaming, "Young Lady, the storage room is completely packed. Do you think we should move to a larger room for storage?"

Ye Yaming blinked, feeling somewhat dazed.

Had it really been half a year since she time-traveled to ancient times? As time passed, had the twenty-square-meter storage room already become filled to capacity?

The original host had taken all her valuable possessions to subsidize the Song family. When Ye Yaming first arrived, she found her storage room nearly empty, containing only items of little value: a zither she had played, gifts from elders during festivals, and some childhood toys.

After Ye Yaming's arrival, due to her significant contributions to the family, Old Madam Ye and Tao Shi alone had given her numerous pieces of jewelry. Ye Chongming, Ye Hongchang, and Ye Hongsheng had also presented her with many gifts. She had received additional presents during various festivals.

Some tea sets she designed herself—particularly those with unique, exquisite patterns that she especially liked—she kept, stored in delicate wooden boxes that took up considerable space.Before Qingming Festival, Princess Yu Ning had requested a meeting with her, so she sent over a set. When Princess Yu Ning received that tea set, she cherished it like a precious treasure.

She picked up her brush again, sketched a design for a shelf, and handed it to Bai Rui: "Have the carpenter come in to take measurements and make several shelves like this. Just leave enough space between the shelves for someone to take and store things. Once the shelves are made, we can organize the items and free up some additional space."

Every matriarch of the Ye family had her own storeroom for her dowry. Although Yin Shi’s dowry was meager, she was still allotted a storeroom.

If Ye Yaming requested a storeroom, one would naturally be provided. But with so few belongings, it was unnecessary. If items were stored in two separate rooms,

the maids and servants would have to divide their attention when guarding them, which was also impractical. Originally, the items in the room were placed on three curio shelves. While curio shelves were aesthetically pleasing, they were not very practical. Replacing them with ordinary wooden shelves, each standing two and a half meters tall, would at least double the storage capacity.

Bai Rui took the sketch Ye Yaming had drawn and left the courtyard, but soon returned, saying to Ye Yaming, "Miss, Sun An is here to report."

"Let him in."

Shortly after, Bai Rui led Sun An inside.

"Miss, the steward from the Qi residence has helped us purchase the people. There are thirty-two in total."

Initially, Ye Yaming had only given an approximate number—anywhere from twenty to forty, depending on the quality. If more people met the standards, she would take more; otherwise, fewer.

Now that thirty-two had been purchased, it suited her perfectly.

"How many men and how many women?"

"Twenty men and twelve women. Among them, there are five married couples, two of whom brought three children. The children are not included in the count of thirty-two," Sun An replied.

Ye Yaming’s criteria for selecting people were that they be between thirteen and twenty years old. In this era, people married early, so it was not surprising to have five married couples.

"Are these people all from the same place?" Ye Yaming asked again.

Sun An shook his head. "Some are from the north, some from the south, and a few are locals of Lin’an. The Qi residence’s steward has checked them—all come from clean backgrounds and have good character."

Ye Yaming nodded.

Back when she went to Huizhou, she mentioned wanting to buy servants and curiously asked Qi Ji and Lu Guanyi where these servants typically came from.

Qi Ji then explained to her that the Great Jin Dynasty was vast, with some regions suffering from droughts and others from floods. When disasters struck, commoners had no choice but to sell their children.

Traders in this business would buy people from affected areas and transport them to prosperous, disaster-free cities to sell. In places like Lin’an, countless servants were brought in from other regions every year, given basic training, and then sold.

As long as one found a reliable agent, there was no worry about acquiring good servants.

After learning this, Ye Yaming had initially decided to drop the matter. She figured Ye Chongming and Old Madam Ye had their trusted agents and would arrange the purchase through them.

However, Qi Ji volunteered to handle the purchase for her. Ye Yaming thought that if someone from the official circles vouched for them, the servants would surely be of good quality, so she agreed.

Now, it seemed her decision had paid off.

Contemplating whether to send a gift to the Qi residence, she asked, "Have they all been settled at the estate?"

"Yes," Sun An replied. "Winnowing baskets, sieves, bamboo trays, and other items have been made according to the required quantities and specifications and delivered to the estate.""Alright." Ye Yaming nodded. "Tomorrow I'll send Housekeeper Lei and Mama Lin over to teach them the rules. You arrange who will teach what. These next few days, work harder and observe carefully to see which ones aren't suitable. If they don't meet the requirements, I'll send them to work on the estate."

"Yes," Sun An responded.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

As Shen Changqing walked along the road, whenever he encountered acquaintances, they would greet each other or exchange nods.

But regardless of who it was.

Everyone's face bore no extra expression, as if they were completely indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing had long grown accustomed to this.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Division, an institution responsible for maintaining the stability of Great Qin. Its main duty was to slay demons, monsters, and supernatural beings, though it also handled some other side operations.

It could be said.

That every person in the Demon Suppression Division had much blood on their hands.

When one becomes accustomed to life and death, they grow indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he found it somewhat uncomfortable, but over time he became used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division was vast.

Those who could remain in the Demon Suppression Division were either powerful experts or people with the potential to become experts.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter category.

The Demon Suppression Division was divided into two main roles: Garrison Envoys and Demon Subduing Envoys.

Anyone joining the Demon Suppression Division started from the lowest level as a Demon Subduing Envoy,

then gradually advanced through the ranks, with the ultimate goal of potentially becoming a Garrison Envoy.

Shen Changqing's previous incarnation had been a probationary Demon Subduing Envoy in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest rank among the Demon Subduing Envoys.

Having the memories of his previous incarnation,

he was very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

Before long, Shen Changqing stopped before a pavilion.

Unlike other solemn and murderous places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility within the blood-soaked Demon Suppression Division.

The pavilion's main door was wide open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

After only a moment's hesitation, Shen Changqing stepped inside.

Upon entering the pavilion,

the environment suddenly changed.

The scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted toward him, causing him to instinctively frown, but his expression quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell that clung to everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash away completely.