A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

"Five thousand strings?"

Feiyan stared with copper bell-like eyes, "There are so many?"

"Yes, Sister Feiyan."

The shy chamberlain twirled his fingers and said, "In that poetry meeting, a group of men wrote poems and were very proud of themselves. In the end, Shen Guoguo casually wrote five thousand strings and followed Su Yushi away. The group of people were stunned and stunned."

Feiyan shook her head and sighed, "Shen Longtu really dotes on this sister."

"Some people said they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get it out."

The chamberlain was still twirling his fingers and peeking at Feiyan from time to time.

Feiyan frowned and said, "Ma Shou, can't you be more manly?"

"I know." Ma Shou still spoke softly.

Feiyan shook her head and entered the room.

The sun is shining brightly outside, but the interior is dark and damp.

Since late autumn, Gao Taotao likes to stay indoors.

There is an iron stove in the house, which is very warm. With a kettle boiling on it, people will not feel dry. Even Gao Taoluo likes to eat on the stove...

Several vegetables are mixed in the pot, and an iron rack is used to isolate the iron stove below, so that the heating is gentle and the pot boils slightly.

“It’s delicious when mixed with stir-fries.”

This is Gao Taotao's third bowl of rice.

The serving maid looked at her plump cheeks melancholy, then looked at her clothes that were holding up, and did not dare to pick up the empty bowl again.

"Mother, you have eaten three bowls."

"Huh?" Gao Tao murmured, putting down the bowl without finishing his thoughts, and took a longing look at the vegetables in the pot.

The Shen family's two favorite things in winter are hot pot, but you can't eat hot pot often, otherwise you'll get angry. The second is dry pot, which is to put several kinds of stir-fried vegetables in one pot to keep them warm and heat them up. Eating them hot is the most enjoyable.

With this way of eating, it would be strange if this person didn't gain three to five kilograms in one winter.

"Empress, please eat less." Feiyan was a female official and a confidant, so she dared to risk her life to advise her, "If you eat any more, those clothes will have to be made again."

"Nonsense!" Gao Taotao gargles his mouth and then takes a sip of tea, "The Shen family eats like this, too. Yang Zhuoxue and Xiao Guoguo are not fat either, so there is no basis for it."

She leaned back in the chair and relaxed her mind comfortably.

"Madam, speaking of Shen Guoguo, the Hong family held a poetry party in the afternoon and also raised funds for the poor who appeared in the spring. Most of those people donated dozens of guan, but at most they donated hundreds of guan..."

"How much did Guoguo donate?" Gao Taotao felt his eyelids were a little heavy.

"I donated 5,000 yuan and said it was just private money."

"So much?" Gao Taotao opened his eyes and said with a wry smile: "I, the queen, don't have as much money as she does. How can I live like this?"

Feiyan nodded, "Mother, I feel the same way."

Gao Taotao was feeling emotional, but Feiyan's confirmation made her want to vomit blood.

The majestic Empress of the Song Dynasty can't do anything as well as a young girl, hey!

…

"Zhuoxue..."

Yang Zhuoxue has a lot of things to do every day. At the moment, she is in the front yard, separated by a screen, listening to Wang Tiande reporting on Anxiang's recent business situation.

"Madam, it's Mr. Qian who's here."

Shiban's wife took a look and came back to report the news.

Qian was Yang Zhuoxue's best friend when she was at her parents' home. She used to follow her husband as an official in other places, but she recently returned to Bianliang and started looking for Yang Zhuoxue.

"Invite her to the backyard and tell her I'll come later."

Yang Zhuoxue's calmness made Aunt Chen beside her couldn't help but nod slightly, thinking that this was what the matron of the Shen family looked like.

Wang Tiande was a little inside the door, accompanied by Zhuang Laoshi, and continued: "Last year's secret fragrance was good, and the beginning of this year is not bad, but there are some fragrant dew in some places. Although it is not as good as ours, it is cheaper. I'm afraid it will be divided." Gone some business."

"The business will not be divided." Yang Zhuoxue behind the screen said calmly: "The Shen family only ships so much fragrant dew every year. The officials have said that this is a luxury product. Let's earn money from the outsiders first, and wait for the outsiders. After the money was almost earned, the price of the fragrant dew was lowered and spread throughout the Song Dynasty.

It's not a bad thing that someone is imitating it now. This is to spread Da Song's goods in advance, and they are still cheap goods, but ours are tributes, one is high and the other is low, and has nothing to do with our business, so we can rest assured. "

Wang Tiande naturally understood this truth, but he wanted to explain it clearly to Yang Zhuoxue in a roundabout way, but Yang Zhuoxue made it clear in one sentence, which made him feel respected.

Zhuang Laoshi sent him out of the gate and said: "When the husband was at home, the lady seemed mediocre, but it was the lady who wanted to be mediocre. Now that the husband is away at war, someone tried to deceive the lady. This is what happened to the accountant last month. , but the lady saw it out, and captured the man on the spot, took back all the money he had embezzled, and finally sent him to the official."

There was some warning in these words. Wang Tiande was an old businessman, so he naturally heard it. He smiled bitterly and said: "X and An Bei have been friends for many years. If he thinks highly of X, X will naturally look after him for him. As for money, , I have already earned enough by following Anbei these years."

Zhuang Laoshi smiled and brushed off the topic and watched Wang Tiande go away. Chen Luo beside him said, "I'm afraid this person is dishonest!"

"He is dishonest, but he doesn't dare to be dishonest to the Shen family." Zhuang Laoshi said proudly: "Why? First, he was originally down and it was Lang Jun who raised him up. If he dares to betray the Shen family, the king and Wang Langjun and the others dare to kill him, but others have nothing to say. Secondly, our family’s secret recipes have separated him. Langjun said that don’t use benefits to test people’s humanity, so it is best for each of us to live in harmony. "

Chen Luo praised: "Lang Jun's arrangement couldn't be more secure. Even if he leaves, the family will not be in chaos at all."

"What does it mean that Lang Jun is gone?"

Zhuang Laoshi picked up a wooden stick and whipped Chen Luo to death.

The front yard is a joy and the back yard isn't too bad either.

"Why are the furnishings in your home so simple?"

Women like to look at other people's furnishings and compare them with their own. If their own is better, they can feel comfortable for several days.

Yang Zhuoxue just smiled, and Mrs. Chen whispered from the side: "It's simple, what's the name of that tree... Back then, Lang Jun spent more than five hundred dollars to get it back from there..."

That humble tree is actually worth more than five hundred dollars?

Qian couldn't help but go over and take a closer look.

"The whole house in my family has been renovated a long time ago, and tens of thousands of dollars were spent on the wood alone."

Qian took a look at the house in the backyard, which seemed to have more brilliance at the moment.

"And that vase is said to be from the Pre-Han Dynasty. That painting is from Yan of the Pre-Tang Dynasty or something."

"Yan Liben?" Qian couldn't help but entered the room and stared at the painting on the wall in a daze.

"Yes, yes, it was almost torn by Da Langjun last time. Look at the gap at the corner, it was torn by Da Langjun the year before last."

This is Yan Liben’s painting!

You actually gave it to children to play with!

Qian said solemnly: "This is a treasure, so be careful!"

"Baby?" Aunt Chen said with a smile: "There are so many calligraphy and paintings like this at home, they are piled up in mountains. Whenever it is time to dry them, Mr. Lang feels miserable and only says that he shouldn't have done so many."

Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?

Qian looked at Yang Zhuoxue who was smiling beside her, and couldn't help but sigh: "My father was old-fashioned back then. Everyone said that your marriage would be difficult in the future. I got married early and left Bianliang with the officials early, but I have always missed you...

Later I heard that you married Shen An, and at that time I asked who Shen An was. Later, when Shen An became famous, I was worried that you would be bullied by him. "

Most of the troubles in life come from comparison!

This was said by Shen An.

Yang Zhuoxue thought so.

At this moment, seeing the loneliness that could not be concealed in her best friend's eyes, she smiled and said, "It's just about getting by."

"But you lived your life like a god."

Qian stood up and said: "I looked around earlier and there was no other woman in this family except you. It can be seen that you are the only one in Shen An. Men in the Song Dynasty, as long as they are rich or powerful, He likes to play with women, and he desperately brings her home... I just thought your home was so simple, could it be that Shen An is not here? Now it seems that I am wrong. "

"Does it have to be like Guo Ziyi's?" Yang Zhuoxue said with a smile: "The official said that he doesn't like the family if it's too big. It feels empty and doesn't look like a place where people live."

This kind of petty citizen mentality is reflected in Shen An from time to time, but it makes Yang Zhuoxue feel more comfortable.

"Then he..." Qian pointed outside, "He didn't raise a woman outside?"

The richest man in the Song Dynasty!

The money is too much to count.

Moreover, he became Zhilong Tuge in his twenties, and his military exploits were even more frightening.

Such a man... Even if he has hundreds of singers at home, no one would dare to say anything every day, right?

But he turned out to have only one woman, Yang Zhuoxue.

"Your family officials..." Yang Zhuoxue felt that Qian's mood was wrong. It seemed that besides envy, there was also sadness.

"He's just a seventh-grade official." Qian said with a wry smile, "But we also have two singers at home."

Yang Zhuoxue said sympathetically: "Isn't it hard?"

"Yes!" Mr. Qian began to pour out his bitterness...

Half an hour later, the small clothes in Yang Zhuoxue's hands were ready, and Qian's complaints were over.

"mother……"

Taro came back and rushed in like a cannonball. When he saw Qian, he was stunned for a moment and then saluted.

"Is it taro?"

Qian came out with a smile and took the gift.

Taro glanced at Yang Zhuoxue, and then accepted it.

"I'll go back now and come back later."

When she returned to Bianliang this time, Mrs. Qian didn't know which yamen her husband could be assigned to serve in, and she felt a little anxious.

After returning home all the way, her official Jia Jun was drinking and ignored her when she came.

"Officer, but the news has come?"

Qian went over to pour him wine and glared at the two singers next to him.

The so-called singers are actually things that are kept at home. They are given away and resold when they feel they are no longer fresh, just like goods.

Jia Jun sighed, raised his neck and drank the wine from the glass. He held his chin in one hand and said proudly: "It's settled, let's go to Zongzheng Temple."

"Zongzheng Temple?" Qian felt a chill in his heart and forced a smile: "That's not bad, at least it won't be troublesome."

Zongzheng Temple is a cold place, so what’s so good about it?

"As long as my husband pleases a few clan elders there, it will be easy to get promoted in the future."

Qian agreed a few words, but felt very sad in his heart.

"You don't believe it?" Jia Jun said with a smile: "A few years ago, there was a man named Ma Chao, who was promoted from the chief secretary of Zongzheng Temple."

"really?"

Mrs. Qian was happy and hurriedly asked for a wine glass, and the couple drank together.

"My husband will go to Zongzheng Temple tomorrow."

"good."

One side is looking forward to it, and the other side Guoguo is rummaging through his little treasury at home.

She didn't know how much money she had. After arriving in Bianliang, her brother often gave her money, first in the form of copper coins, and later in gold and silver banknotes.

"Wuwu, help me look for it."

Zhao Wuwu agreed. She knelt in front of the bed, lay down with her upper body, and reached under the bed, exposing her whole body curves.

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