After several days of quiet cultivation.
That evening, Li Xian was simmering a soup made from tiger bones. The soup was boiling, and the flavor had already been infused. Li Xian cracked two bird eggs into it, sprinkled in two handfuls of salt, a handful of chopped green onions, and added some wild vegetables from the mountains.
The color, aroma, and taste were all quite satisfactory.
Feeling pleased with his improved culinary skills, he was about to open his mouth wide and indulge when he saw Uncle Fu coming over.
"Master, I brought your salary for you."
Uncle Fu said respectfully.
"Hmm?" Li Xian was taken aback, "My salary, how come it's with you? Come to think of it, I haven't collected my salary in months."
Uncle Fu explained the situation.
It turned out that Black River Village was under the oversight of the Mistress, and every winter, the village chief had to report the village's situation to the manor.
Whether there were casualties or newborns.
