Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 453 – The Year of Jinse

"As long as you like it, I will give you a blatant favor!"

Jin quilt spread her domineering oath.The smile on Sikong Que's face became even wider, and he nodded slightly immediately.

"This is what you said!"

"Hmm!"

The woman muffled in response.

After Sikong Que had a hasty breakfast, he ordered someone to go to the North Courtyard with the meeting ceremony prepared earlier.

"Master Xiang, I'm going to pay my respects to my father!"

On the first day after entering the door, according to the etiquette, it is natural to go to the North Courtyard to offer tea and say hello. After Sikong Que finished speaking, he stepped forward and walked towards the door.

"and many more!"

"I will go with you!"

"Zhao Xi, come in and take care of Zhen Xiang's dressing and grooming!"

She got up and began to get dressed in a hurry, Sikong Que stepped forward courteously.

"In the future, I will serve you, and you don't have to do anything to others!"

He skillfully dressed her neatly, and immediately began to tie her hair in a bun, painted her eyebrows and eyes, and put on makeup and red lips.

Zhao Qingmei saw that his movements were so smooth and smooth, even more skillful than a servant who served his master full-time, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.He has been wandering outside all these years, how much hardship did he have to acquire this superb skill of serving people?
Thinking of this, her usually serious facial expression softened a little.

"From now on, let the servants do these things. You are my man and the master of the family. I marry you to pamper you, not to let you do the servant's work!"

"It's only natural for me to serve adults!"

There was a warm current surging in his heart, and he immediately curled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly. On the first day of the new husband's marriage, the wife will bring her husband to greet the elders with tea, expressing their satisfaction and gratitude to the husband who made the choice of the elders.

The most important thing is that this is a privilege enjoyed by her husband, and she has blatantly favored him.

North courtyard.Zhao Qingmei's father's eyes were full of joy, and he was quietly looking at this new son-in-law.

Except for being a little older, at the age of 25, he, who has always had a high vision, can't pick out any flaws in terms of appearance or demeanor.

The most important thing is that he was able to ask his own daughter to bring him to the North Courtyard to offer tea in person, this is the right of the right husband.

He was very relieved that his daughter had finally enlightened, and she no longer clinging to Dongyuan's Ninth Prince who was ruthless and unrighteous to her.

He couldn't help but look at the new son-in-law more, so the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

After lunch, the North Courtyard sent someone to deliver the key to the account book in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Managing the prime minister's mansion is simply overkill for Sikong Que, how can he use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, even a large country can be governed with ease, let alone a mere prime minister's mansion?
I don't know if I don't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. I didn't expect Zhao Qingmei, the powerful minister who was rumored to be rich and powerful, to be so...poor!

Before he entered the mansion, the man in charge of the family affairs in the mansion was Dongyuan's husband, and after thinking about it, he knew that Zhong Liyin hated Zhao Qingmei extremely, it was a blessing that he didn't demolish the Prime Minister's mansion, let alone take care of the housework for her!

"Does the prime minister know about these accounts?"

"Master Xiang never asks, he just lets that one make trouble..."

"Heh! No wonder she is so crazily accumulating money and still can't make ends meet!"

Looking at those shocking accounts, Sikong Que couldn't help complaining.

The prime minister's mansion spent as much as 7000 taels of silver last month alone, but more than 1000 taels were Dongyuan's expenses!The past accounts are even more frightening.

"Why is Dongyuan's monthly expenses so huge?!"

"My lord, I don't know, that Dongyuan man is so extravagant, he won't use the clothes and supplies he's used for a second time!"

Zhao De, the accountant who was in charge of entering the mansion's money into the account, said angrily with a bitter old face.

"And this! Goose feathers from Lanci County? Why does Fuzhong buy so many goose feathers every month?"

Sikong Que has read a lot of books and supplemented the relevant knowledge of this continent. He knows that the goose feathers produced in Lanci County are extremely precious, and only the aristocrats can enjoy them.

"The Ninth Prince has always loved cleanliness. Even when he went to the toilet, he covered it with goose feathers. Under the bamboo pavilion he used for toileting, there was an open wooden grid filled with many goose feathers. Whenever he went to the toilet, the filth fell onto the wood. Gerry, the light and soft feathers will immediately fly up and cover the filth."

"After he finishes going to the toilet, he needs to replace it with a new wooden grid and new goose feathers immediately to keep the environment clean and the smell is fragrant. If there is any smell, he will definitely lose his temper."

"Oh! So you spend thousands of taels of silver every month just for this!?"

Sikong Que was furious all of a sudden, except for Zhao Qingmei's private treasury that she had secretly saved for her father, almost all the money in the mansion was used to support the man in Dongyuan.

"Abolish this goose feather expenditure, and replace the goose feathers in Blue Porcelain County with duck feathers or other cheap feathers!"

"This...if there is a riot in Dongyuan!"

"If I remember correctly, the prince's annual salary is [-] gold. Let me set an example and include all my husband's dowry money into the government account!"

"If he asks, he will say that the mansion is at the end of its rope, and it will soon be impossible to solve the problem."

"100 taels! I don't care what you use instead, starting this month, don't let me see this ridiculous expense exceeding 100 taels!"

"If Dongyuan has any objections, let him put the annual one hundred thousand gold into the accountant of the Fuchu first!"

The new official took office three fires, but unexpectedly, the side-husband acted vigorously and resolutely, and the first fire of Liwei was directly directed at Dongyuan.

While admiring the bravery of this side-husband, Zhao De couldn't help but wiped his sweat for him.

One must know that the seven side husbands who offended Dongyuan all had a bad end, and the weeds on their graves are probably already half the height of a person by now.

Looking at the fear in the eyes of the accountant in front of him, Sikong Que knew what he was afraid of. In fact, this huge prime minister's mansion was only trying to prop up the superficial glory, but inside it was ruined.

If he doesn't increase revenue and reduce expenditure in time, it will be a matter of time before he can get rid of the blame. There are still two months left, and he must take advantage of Zhong Liyin's return to the mansion to win the hearts of the people and gain a firm foothold in the backyard of the Prime Minister's mansion!This is a breeze for him.

Qin Yin... No, it should be Zhong Liyin. By the time you return home, you may have nowhere to stand!

After checking the complicated accounts of the prime minister's property and shops, it was almost time for dinner. Sikong Que rubbed his sore eyes. The financial situation of the prime minister's mansion was worse than he imagined.

"Master Xiang hasn't returned to the house yet?"

"Master Xiang ordered Zhao Xi to come back and pass on a message so that you and the master don't have to wait for her to have dinner."

"Can you tell me where to go?"

"this…"

Zhao Cheng, Sikong Que's personal servant, hesitated to speak, should he answer truthfully...

"Um!!?"

Sikong Que had a cold face, staring sharply at Zhao Cheng's eyes, his calm and coercive aura made Zhao Cheng tremble, and suddenly wanted to kneel down.

"She... the red sleeve move..."

"Prepare the horse! I want to leave the house!"

It was only the first day after marriage, and she actually didn't come home at night, and went to the red sleeve trick.

Hongxiuzhao is a famous romantic place in Fanjing, a place where arty gentry officials like to linger for fireworks.

Inside the red sleeve move, at this time, the flirtatious and suave handsome young man is waving his folding fan and poking his head at the passing women from time to time.

In the Huae Hall, Su Wang Zhonglizhen hosted a banquet for Prime Minister Zhao Qingmei and several other friends in Hongxiu Zhao today.

Zhao Qingmei and Su Wang Zhonglizhen had a close relationship since they were young, they could almost wear a pair of trousers if they were good ones, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were sisters of Jinlan.

"Fatty man, don't entertain guests in this kind of place next time! You don't have to be afraid that those speech officials from Yushitai will take a look at you!"

(End of this chapter)