Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6906 - That's not unusual

"Ah? Earlier when your elder sister Xiuxiu came back and said that your uncle Yongqing was ill, I went to the old house to see what's going on." Yang Yongjin didn't hide it either.

"Sick? But last night, I saw that he was still fine, alive and well... Oh no, he stretched his pants in the main room of my house before he left. Could it be that time that he was sick?"

Luo Baobao's eyes widened in surprise, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he actively helped Yang Yongjin analyze the origin and precursors of the disease.

Yang Yongjin smiled wryly, "Who knows, he doesn't pay attention to anything at ordinary times, he just mixes hot and cold, sour and sweet. He doesn't know how to cherish his body at all, and it's not uncommon for him to have stomach troubles."

Luo Baobao puffed up his cheeks and nodded lightly, "Then uncle, you can go."

After Yang Yongjin took two steps, Luo Baobao suddenly caught up and put the umbrella in his hand.

"Uncle, you go with an umbrella. If one uncle falls down, the other uncle can't fall ill."

Yang Yongjin was very moved. He hadn't done much for her niece, but she was able to think about him like this.

She usually has a carefree and boyish personality, but she never expected to be so thoughtful, considerate, and filial. She deserves to be the daughter taught by Qing'er and Tang Yazi.

"What happened to your Uncle Yongqing last night, I'm sorry for him." Yang Yongjin blushed, feeling very ashamed.

Although he and Yang Yongzhi heard the news last night and hurried over to help clean up the main room, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian refused to give up, saying that they had already cleaned it up.

But I dare not think about this matter. In retrospect, there are only two words: shame.

Yang Yongjin walked away holding the umbrella that Luo Baobao stuffed in, and Luo Baobao also turned back to Hongxiu's side. The two of them pulled up the hats on their cloaks and covered their heads, and walked back to Luo's house arm in arm.

Locke's backyard.

Luo Fengtang drank the porridge in the morning, took the medicine again, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After this sleep, I slept until the afternoon before waking up.

When he woke up, he found that his arm was being pressed down, and there was a warm breath blowing evenly on the back of his hand.

It really was Yang Ruoqing.

She fell asleep on the edge of the bed holding his hand.

Her hair fell down like a waterfall, and her delicate face was haggard. She hadn't slept all night, and there was a faint blue shadow under her curled eyelashes.

Luo Fengtang remembered that before going to bed, he clearly asked her to take the child to visit the New Year, but she still stayed at home with him.

When he was in a drowsy sleep before, he vaguely felt that someone fed him water twice. He thought it was a dream, but now he thought it was her.

This stubborn silly girl!
He couldn't help but gently touched her face with his fingers.

Her face is very soft, her skin is clean and smooth, and the years seem to have treated her very kindly without leaving any marks on her body.

Luo Fengtang stared sideways at her, all the love and affection in the world melted into his deep eyes, and the slightly raised curve of his lips explained his satisfaction at the moment.

……

Beijing.

In front of the imperial edict to build the British government.

Luo Xingchen stared at the plaque for a while, and waited until the door of the mansion opened wide, many servants and housekeepers came out from the door, and the British Lord Zhao Shang appeared in person, then he opened the curtain and walked out of the carriage.

"Mr. Luo came to the humble house, and it was full of glory."

The British Lord Zhao Shang bowed his hands and saluted as soon as he came up, and after he stepped forward quickly, he took Luo Xingchen's hand with a smile on his face.

Luo Xingchen had no choice but to put a smile on his face and say greetings.

Afterwards, British Duke Zhao Shang began to introduce some important family members to Luo Xingchen...

After one lap, Luo Xingchen was dizzy, he didn't remember anyone, and saw faces dangling with full marks.

The main reason is that there are really many wives and concubines in the backyard of the British Duke Zhao Shang, and there are dozens of them. They are all masters.

As for the maids and servants who served, they were even more black and dense.

After reading it, Luo Xingchen didn't envy him at all, but sympathized with British Duke Zhao Shang.

How can this body handle it?
How can we solve the problems of the whole family?

Just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache.

After finishing the superficial politeness, the British Duke Zhao Shang brought Luo Xingchen to a quiet room.

Luo Xingchen stepped in and looked at the surrounding walls.

The low-key luxury in the rooms here has connotations!
It doesn't look resplendent, but whether it's the hanging scrolls or the porcelain placed there, they all have a lot of background...and some even have stories on them.

"Look, Mr. Luo, what about my handwriting?"

British Gong Zhao Shang pointed to a painting and calligraphy hanging on it, with a smug smile on his face.

"This is... the authentic work of the book sage Wang Sheng, it's rare!"

Luo Xingchen took a closer look. The characters on it are majestic and self-contained. Anyone who has at least some knowledge of calligraphy should be able to tell that this is the authentic handwriting of the calligrapher Wang Sheng.

Calligraphy sage Wang Sheng was a celebrity in the Southern Dynasties. He was already sanctified when he was alive, and his fame became more and more famous later on.

Today, it is a well-deserved leader in the calligraphy world.

"How much silver do you think this picture is worth?" British Duke Zhao Shang stroked the neatly trimmed beard on his chin with a smile.

"This word is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured in silver?" Luo Xingchen looked at Zhao Shang in astonishment.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that the British Duke Zhao Shang would ask such a question.

You know, this is the calligraphy of the scholar Wang Sheng, the authentic script of the book sage that so many people dream of, it is unique and cannot be reproduced.

How can gold, silver, jewelry, and metal coins full of the smell of copper be compared with such priceless treasures?

"This word is indeed good, but it can't be eaten or drank...it's not practical enough." British Gong Zhao Shang continued with a sigh, "Mr. Luo, look at the words. If I want to sell, can you help me find someone with a high price? The buyer? Preferably from Daqi..."

"Mr. Ying, you have a lot of shares in the World Business Alliance. You can get dividends every month, and you can make a lot of money. Wouldn't it be a pity to sell such calligraphy and paintings?"

Luo Xingchen suddenly felt that British Duke Zhao Shang was very vulgar...

But the calligraphy and painting belonged to him, so he could deal with it as he wanted, and he didn't care.

"Master Luo, you don't know my difficulties..."

"The British Mansion has been passed down for three generations. It seems that the fire is cooking oil, and the flowers are blooming, but this is all on the bright side... The bottom, hey, has been eaten away long ago, and it is short of money."

British Gong Zhao Shang didn't put on any more pretense, but directly showed a bitter smile.

"10 taels of silver a month, and one million taels a year, plus the accumulation of the British government for a hundred years, is this not enough? Can you still be short of money?" Luo Xingchen didn't quite believe it.

"It's really not enough. The money and food that this huge British government needs to consume is hard to measure..."

"Mr. Luo, you are my own. I keep this from others, but I don't need to hide it from you. Here is an account book of my British government. You can understand it at a glance."

British Duke Zhao Shang took out an account book from his cuff, he came prepared, everything that should be prepared in advance was already prepared, the purpose was to let Luo Xingchen see clearly.

(End of this chapter)