I support the army through farming and business.

Chapter 52 The Sorrows of the Rich Nth Generation
Song Kai returned to the palace every ten days to report on the progress of the project and collect his wages.

Tang Zhao sent someone to deliver the royalties, which had not yet warmed up, to the bank, where they were exchanged for copper coins, which filled five large boxes.

At Mingxia Manor, the tenants gathered at the gate early in the morning, stretching their necks to look at the intersection in the distance, feeling both expectant and nervous.

A mule cart slowly appeared in front of everyone in the morning light and slowly entered the farm.

Song Dalang stopped the mule cart and called his tenants to move the boxes off the mule cart and line them up in a row.

Song Erlang opened the box and found it filled with piles of yellow copper coins.

The tenants present had never seen so many copper coins in their lives and their mouths opened in shock.

Sun Zhuangtou swallowed and twisted his thigh behind him with his right hand. The severe pain made him clear-headed.

Song Kai took the account book from him and flipped through it, saying, "Those whose names are called, come to the front and ask the team leader who is supervising you to collect your wages. Remember to count your wages in person. If you have any questions later, Sun Zhuangtou and I will not handle them."

The tenants clenched their hands nervously.

"Boss Tian," Song Kai called out, "you're in charge of the canal mud. Your wages are twelve wen a day, a total of one hundred and twenty wen. Any questions?"

Boss Tian shook his head repeatedly. Her eldest daughter was helping him count every day, that's right.

Song Kai: "Then put your handprint on it and go to Dalang to collect your wages."

Boss Tian quickly put his fingerprints on the paper and ran to Song Dalang, waiting patiently.

Most of the copper coins were strung together with hemp ropes, one hundred coins per string, so you only need to count twenty copper coins.

Song Dalang handed the counted money to Tian Lao Da and said, "Count it once."

The next tenant was already lined up behind Boss Tian. Boss Tian made way and called his daughter who had come to watch the fun.

Jinhua and Yinhua ran to Boss Tian, ​​and the three of them, father and daughter, counted the money over and over again, and they were not missing a penny.

"Song Dalang, the amount of money is no problem," said Boss Tian with a smile.

Song Dalang was counting the copper coins in his hand. "We'll take a break today and work as usual tomorrow."

Boss Tian responded, and the father, daughter and his two daughters ran home excitedly.

"Mom, mom! We got our wages!" Yinhua shouted as she rushed into the kitchen.

The Tian family was cooking bean rice. Upon hearing this, they immediately dropped the wooden spoon in their hands and asked, "But one hundred and twenty coins?"

"Yes, not a single copper coin is missing," Jinhua handed the copper coin, which was still warm from her body temperature, to her mother.

Tian Jia took the copper coin and touched it gently with her fingers, as if she was afraid of knocking off the powder on the copper coin. Tears flashed in her eyes. It had been a year, a whole year, and the family finally had some savings.

She could buy cloth for her children to make clothes and buy salt to taste the saltiness.

"Mom, I heard that there is a new kind of food called tofu in Mingxia Town. Can we buy a piece to try it?" Yinhua pulled her mother's sleeve and begged.

"It's two cents a piece," said the Tian family, feeling a little distressed.

"Mom, mom, just buy one, okay?" Yinhua said coquettishly. "Xinghua's family in the next village bought one and showed it off to me and my sister for two days!"

Seeing that her husband also agreed, Tian Jia gritted her teeth and said, "Buy it! After breakfast, Dad and Mom will take you to town."

Yinhua shouted excitedly and was led by her sister Jinhua to serve the rice.

In the next room, Tian Laoer's wife hid the heavy copper coins in the kang hole and happily had dinner with her husband.

After dinner, Tian Laoda came over and asked, "Second brother, your sister-in-law and I are going to take our parents and Jinhua and Yinhua to the town for a stroll. Do you want to come?"

"Go, big brother, wait for us for a while."

Tian Laoer's wife said angrily, "Why go to town? It's a waste of money to go there when there's nothing to do." "Money is earned to be spent. The linen and needlework at home are long gone, and the salt and soy sauce should be used up." Seeing that his wife wanted to continue, Tian Laoer said, "Even if we don't have food or clothes, what about Niuniu? What about my parents?"

Tian Laoer's wife compromised, saying, "I finally have some money in my hand," but she didn't expect that it would be spent in a blink of an eye.

Tian Lao Er let his wife talk, picked up his daughter and teased her, "Niuniu, do you want to go to town to play?"

Eight years old is the age when people love to play. Even though Niuniu is sensible, she can’t resist the temptation. She hugs her father’s neck and nods heavily, “I want to!”

Tian Laoer's wife stopped muttering immediately.

The two families were ready, but Mr. and Mrs. Tian refused to go to town, saying they wanted to stay at home to look after the house.

The Tian brothers had no choice but to go out with their wives and daughters. Along the way, they met many tenants who were going to the town with their families to play and shop. They all traveled together, talking and laughing all the way, and it was very lively.

In the Bitan Courtyard, Tang Zhao was not very happy.

The warehouse is full of her treasures, and she is reluctant to give away any of them.

"How about this hairpin?" Chunfeng picked the smallest one.

Tang Tiegong's face was expressionless. "That's Hetian jade."

"What about this pearl?" Qiuyu picked out the smallest one from the box full of pearls, which was white with a hint of pink.

"Those are mermaid tears," Tang Zhao continued expressionlessly, "priceless."

Qiuyu was so frightened that she almost dropped Pearl on the ground.

Dongmei suggested: "What about the calligraphy and painting?" She pointed to the picture of fishing in the green mountains and rain on the wall.

Tang Zhao remained expressionless, "The original work of the great scholar of the previous dynasty is priceless."

Xia Mo faced the sisters' hopeful gazes and asked, "What about these coral earrings?"

Tang Zhao sighed, "The Empress gave it to me personally," she pointed to the jewelry box on the shelf, "including the hairpin, hairpin, necklace, bracelet, and armlet, it's a complete set."

Xia Mo shrank behind Dong Mei's broad back.

Chunfeng was in a dilemma. Everyone in Dayu thought that the girls were extremely poor, but who would have thought that they couldn't even find an item of average value in the entire warehouse.

For the first time in her two lives, Tang Zhao felt the sorrow of the second generation of the rich. In the storehouse, apart from the rewards given to her by the late emperor when she was canonized as the Princess of the County and Princess of the Imperial Household, there was also the dowry of her biological mother returned by the prefect of Luoyang.

Royal things are naturally the best, but Tang Zhao did not expect that the dowry from her biological mother, Song, was also extremely precious.

Even her scumbag father was very generous.

Before Tang Zhao left Luoyang, the Duke of Wei ordered people to send three carts of food, clothing and daily necessities. The most precious item among them was the brocade, which was said to be worth one gold piece per foot.

Tang Zhao was influenced by his strong personal likes and dislikes and planned to choose a piece of brocade as the prize for the Warm Winter Banquet.

However, Tang Zhao was conflicted. The red brocade was gorgeous and eye-catching, the white brocade was aloof and proud, and the blue brocade was gentle and elegant. She liked them all.

In order to maintain her poor persona, she always wore old clothes or clothes made of ordinary fabrics.

Tang Zhao was not picky. After all, she was burdened with huge debts after failing in her business in her previous life. She was so poor that anyone who heard about it would cry. She worked three jobs a day like a top and wore the short-sleeved jeans that cost 29.9 yuan a pair on Xixi.

If it's torn, dirty, or can't be worn, just throw it away.

But in this life, her clothes were at least made of silk, and she would feel distressed if even a thread was pulled!
So these three pieces of brocade were useless to her. She was reluctant to wear the clothes made from them, but she felt sad to give them away.

It’s all Duke Wei’s fault!

Zhao Zhao: Touch this and look at that, I can’t bear to part with any of them
The miser's nature is exposed.
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(End of this chapter)