When Fengsu emerged from Yixuan's room, he saw Yixuan squatting on the ground scrubbing dirty clothes like a little slave.
Fengsu's lips twitched, then he saw Shujun not far away, munching on sunflower seeds while saying, "Hey, wash them clean."
Yixuan: "...Third Brother?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm washing clothes for Wu Wang!"
"Yep, clean them well!"
Splat, splat, a mess of sunflower seed shells on the ground.
Yixuan: "..." Forget it, he won't bicker with Third Brother.
Fengsu couldn't help but laugh at this.
Yixuan looked at Fengsu: "You're awake? Your people have been settled. There aren't many rooms to live in at Purple Garden, so I had them go to the west side, clearing out that wasteland."
This is called settling? Clearly treating the people Fengsu brought as free labor.
Fengsu didn't mind, "How are things going?"
Yixuan wrung the small clothes in the basin and then said, "I discussed with my wife master, we'll set off tomorrow."
