She'd created similar improvements for sweeping and other tasks.
'I'm not going to waste my entire day doing work in the most inefficient way possible,' she'd decided firmly.
As for washing the utensils—well, she still had to do that by hand. No shortcuts there.
As for washing clothes at the river—same thing. That was just a necessary task she had to endure.
But at least through these daily excursions for water and firewood, she was learning the layout of the surrounding village.
And what she learned was... depressing.
She understood now why that old Master was considered "rich" in this area.
From what she observed, this was a literally impoverished village. Most families were barely scraping by, living in crude houses, wearing threadbare clothes, eating simple food when they could afford it.
By comparison, the Master's household—with its proper brick construction, multiple rooms, ability to hire servants, and regular meat on the table—was practically wealthy.
