Yuan Fu Nushu

Chapter 310, Contrast

Feng's new method has something to do with the housekeeper, it is to reduce expenditure, let the Nanyang Marquis Mansion once again reduce various expenses, and save money to buy fields, and every acre that can be added is one acre, so that when the harvest next year, the harvest of an extra acre is also OK

Even if Mrs. Feng waited her mother-in-law out of the sedan chair very attentively, opened the door curtain, and helped her change her homely clothes, Mrs. Nanyang Hou just sneered.

What a good and well-behaved daughter-in-law, all she can think of is deductions. You must know that her parents-in-law are still there, and the deductions come and go. It's beautiful, her life will be better than that of her mother-in-law, and then she will definitely not admit that she cheated her in-laws, and she has been fulfilled.

It's better for Qi Shi.

Fresh things are given to the in-laws first.

Every time a batch of goods comes in, the picky ones will be given to the in-laws first.

Mrs. Hou of Nanyang already knew that it was called "a gift from relatives from afar", but it was actually given to Zhang's mother, but so what?Giving it to Zhang's mother is equivalent to giving it to herself. Qi Shi helps herself to take care of Zhang's mother, and Mrs. Nanyang Hou likes her more and more.

Turn around and look at this good daughter-in-law in front of her. The dowry of Nanyanghou's mansion is [-] yuan, and the dowry of Qinghehou's mansion is about the same. Madam Nanyanghou knows that there are two shops under Feng's name. Doesn't she buy goods, doesn't she make money? Give your in-laws a little bit of text?
Mrs. Nanyang Marquis dismissed Feng again indifferently: "The Chinese New Year is about to come, and when it comes to hard work in various places during the year, compared with previous years, if you don't add rewards, you can't reduce them."

Feng Shi was not angry when she went out, no matter how cold her mother-in-law's face was, she had a heart like a mirror, and sooner or later this family would be handed over to herself.

Not to mention that it was not easy for Qi Shi to come back after leaving home, just say that Qi Shi came from a small family, can she manage the Hou Mansion well?
Feng returned to her room with determination. Chunhong was completely honest and trotted to the gate to greet her, but she was taught by Feng that she was not serious enough. Regarding the temperament of Luan Jing, who grew up as a childhood sweetheart, Feng never made things difficult.

Luan Jing didn't come back for dinner, Feng Shi didn't feel surprised before, and don't need to be surprised now, she ordered to prepare fragrant soup, put on makeup carefully, make herself delicious, and put on a peach red jacket to bring out her good complexion, ordered A good incense burner, silently counting housework with a pen and paper, listening to the movement of the courtyard gate in the wind and snow.

When Luan Jing came back from the watch, he went to the study, and Feng's girl came out from the second door: "Master, the New Year is coming, and if you haven't reunited with grandma, I'm afraid that Master Hou will not agree."

Luan Jing said with a dark face, "I will go back to my room by the New Year, so there is no need to remind me."

"Grandma said that my official position will change to the Yamen next year. She came back to the house in the second year of junior high to talk to Lord Qinghe, but she didn't know where I would be transferred."

Luan Jing followed her back to the main room, and Chun Hong opened the door to salute, she had fallen out of favor, Luan Jing ignored her, no longer the one who worked hard for Chun Hong and his wife, and went straight into the room.

Feng frowned slantingly, the painted eyebrows glowed under the candle, and said with a tired smile: "Seeing that Tian'er is busy until dinner and doesn't come back, your yamen that raises horses is so attractive?"

Luan Jing's complexion changed, he stamped his feet against the threshold, turned around and left.

It wasn't because of the coldness that Feng chased to the place pasting the threshold, and he refused to go out any further, hugging the door and screaming: "I haven't finished talking yet, don't you want to change the yamen? How can you bear this?" Don't come into my room for the rest of your life!"

"boom!"

Feng dropped a teacup.

Luan Jing went back to the study and lay down, his eyes wide open without any sleepiness. The words "Yamen, Yamen, Yamen" surrounded him like a nightmare.

Ever since he was scolded in the restaurant, "I'm from the imperial examination, what are you?" Luan Jing's life in the yamen was even more difficult. Not only the poor officials isolated him, but there were two Shangguan who were invited by Luan Jing. He also made jokes about Luan Jing from time to time.

It seemed that everyone could see that this young master would fall with one finger, and there was nowhere to look for him if he didn't make fun of him.

Luan Jing approached Mr. Huang behind his father's back, and the elder told him to be patient until next year: "Those who make fun of you will still be like this next year, but your son will be different. Next year, you can change to a better yamen, so it's fine if you just don't listen."

Going to the yamen was a serious illness in Luan Jing's heart. He repeatedly begged to change the yamen in advance. Elder Huang told him slowly: "Two years ago, your father and father-in-law told me about your future. At first, it was not this yamen that I let you go to." I know that the place where the horses are raised is not very promising. But your uncle Ma's family is too troublesome. In the past two years, you were sued by a commoner girl to lose face and lose face, and you were also troubled. That is your real uncle, that is, Your Majesty Jiade, don't worry about being in trouble now, otherwise, my son, it will be even more difficult for you to become an official."

After Luan Jing left, he was furious. He was implicated by his cousin, but his cousin still blamed him for hating him behind his back. In a fit of rage, he stopped interacting with Linjiang Hou Shizi and others. In the evening, I went to a tavern for a casual meal, and didn't want to come back early to meet Feng Shi.

It's all my cousin's fault.

Blame Feng again.

It's also strange that none of the brothers know the truth.

He lost Uncle Qi, who was born in the imperial examination, and going to the Yamen seemed to be punished, and he was in pain for a moment.

However, the Feng family still doesn't open which pot, which pot is not opened, and asks, "Your Yamen is quite pleasing"?
"fart!"

Luan Jing sat up straight, staring fiercely at the ground.

After venting, he collapsed limply, feeling powerless all over his body, and the scene of Tong Yunju being scolded by the commander again appeared in front of his eyes. Behind Luan Jing, he found that person.

Luan Jing couldn't afford it.

There is actually a limit to where the dandy can dominate. If someone says that so-and-so, when he was young, he was a dandy, and after a few years he stood alone, that so-and-so must be able to show his talents, and he can only be fooled for a while.

If you have to say that someone can lie for a lifetime, being strong in pretense is also a talent in itself.

It's not surprising what Luan Jing is going through now, he doesn't have any talent, maybe he will say that as a prince, he has learned how to treat others since he was a child, but in fact he also overestimates himself.

Treat him politely on a formal occasion, because he has the title of ancestor on his head, otherwise his colleagues would not value his title of ancestor, and would not take the little marquis seriously.

With the existing family property of the Nanyang Hou Mansion, Luan Jing can also choose to spend his whole life in the dude, but his parents will not agree first, and the dignity still in his blood will not agree. That bit of dignity.

Luan Jing was struggling on the bed in pain, of course he didn't understand that there was still a chance to be a man after passing this test, but if he failed to pass this test, Xihe Viscount's Mansion would be his prospect.

On the snow field outside the courtyard, Nanyanghou, who came back late, was exhausted physically and mentally, and shuffled into the main room. He was busy everywhere during the Chinese New Year. Officials like Nanyanghou who mainly deal with business were never spared.

He couldn't rest just yet, and asked as soon as he entered the door: "Is someone from Qi's family delivering again? Who is delivering this time? Madam prepares drinks, let him come and sit at home."

After He Feng delivered goods to Beijing, and Song Xun delivered goods to Beijing, Nanyang Hou realized belatedly that every time there was something for his wife, he should be the host.

The couple's agreement was insufficient, and Mrs. Nanyang Hou would not say that the gift was actually given to Zhang's mother, and Zhang's mother would forward it to the mansion in the name of the in-laws.

If it is a gift from the in-laws, will you not prepare men's things?Every time I only give it to my mother-in-law, it's also strange.

Nanyanghou didn't know the inside story, so after he realized it later, when he asked his wife to watch the Qi family, he remembered to invite the next batch of people who came to Beijing, or in-laws or close friends, to have a banquet at the house.

After returning from such a late snowy day, the north wind did not forget him.

Mrs. Hou of Nanyang smiled, and looked in a particularly bright mood: "I asked, this time it's not home delivery, but the shopkeeper in the daughter-in-law's shop returning to the hometown to purchase the goods. The daughter-in-law said that there is no need to invite her. I said that I will send her more meat and vegetables tomorrow. Let's eat."

"Okay." Nanyang Hou nodded.

Unexpectedly, a tiger skin was delivered to her face, Mrs. Nanyang Hou smiled and said: "This is given to you by my daughter-in-law, how do you like it?"

Marquis Nanyang still has the eyesight of the children of the aristocratic family. He took it and looked at it, and his fatigue seemed to have disappeared: "The Qi family is capable of getting the fur from the northwest."

Mrs. Nanyang Hou took the opportunity to answer: "I think so too. If she is willing to go home early, my housekeeper will also have a right-hand man."

Nanyang Hou understood that Madam was implying that Feng Shi was not good again, so he stroked the tiger's skin to calm things down: "Let's pick her up again until she comes back. Madam is usually tired, and there is still a daughter-in-law at home who can take care of her."

Hearing that the voice was quite low, Mrs. Nanyang Hou was startled, understood, and immediately raised her voice an octave: "This tiger skin is for you and me. It would look good on the main hall during the Chinese New Year. You are not allowed to take it away. To the Marquis of Qinghe."

"It's not the Marquis of Qinghe, it's the Viscount Xihe who needs to give a gift. That lord has always had leg problems. This tiger skin is warmer than all other furs."

Nanyanghou couldn't go on as long as he said this, Mrs. Nanyanghou argued with him sharply, Nanyanghou rubbed his forehead, and a revised poem appeared in his mind.

For the first time this time, why is it such a tiring word?
(End of this chapter)