Water Margin official

Dong Jin'er, very gentle!

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Zhang Zhengdao is sitting in the room. Looking back now, he still feels that he still has something to say.

It’s just that the green melon has just broken through and cannot bear to be cut down!

"What's wrong, husband? As soon as we got home, we were sitting there in a daze!" Meng Yulou put down the account book in his hand, puzzled.

Mrs. Wei smiled and said: "I'm afraid some foxy girl has seduced my soul!"

It was the beginning of the lanterns, and the lights in the room were bright. Meng Yulou was calculating the recent family expenses, while Mrs. Wei and Pan Jinlian were helping to sort out some account books.

Nowadays, the Zhang family's medical clinics, drug stores, restaurants, sewing shops, and woolen shops are making considerable profits every month.

There were many account books, and Zhang Zhengdao didn't bother to read them, so he handed over all the income and expenses of the family to several wives and concubines to jointly take care of them.

If there are too many women, it will be easy to cause trouble. Arrange some things for them to do so that they will not have too much leisure and think about competing for favor all day long.

Hearing the two women talking about him, Zhang Zhengdao came back to his senses and said with a smile: "The expenses at home have been quite large recently, and your husband is thinking about how to make money!"

"Husband, are you still thinking about sea trade?" Mrs. Wei asked.

Zhang Zhengdao nodded and said: "Yes, after you have calculated the accounts at home, allocate some money and exchange them all for silk, porcelain and tea."

After several days of checking accounts, Meng Yulou already had a rough understanding of the Zhang family's assets and replied: "Official, the family can raise up to 50,000 yuan in cash."

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said: "Fifty thousand guan is enough."

Mrs. Wei asked: "Who will the officials send to sea?"

Zhang Zhengdao said: "I have my own arrangements for these, Yulou, I will prepare all the money in the next few days."

Meng Yulou nodded in agreement.

Zhang Zhengdao got up, went down to put on his shoes, and said to Mrs. Wei: "It's late at night."

Mrs. Wei's beautiful eyes flashed, she understood the meaning of this sentence, her cheeks were slightly red, tonight the high official asked her and Lin's two mature women to accompany her.

Amid the teasing laughter of Meng Yulou and Pan Jinlian, Mrs. Wei took Zhang Zhengdao's arm and left the house.

Outside, the cold wind blew against my face, and a few snowflakes fell down, hitting my face and turning into droplets of crystal water.

"Husband, it's snowing!" Mrs. Wei looked up at the sky. Snowflakes looked like goose feathers, and in a blink of an eye, they had covered the ground with a layer of silver.

Zhang Zhengdao took a breath and said: "Let's go quickly, it's quite cold."

Mrs. Wei said softly: "My lord, I want to build a snowman."

Zhang Zhengdao saw that the snow was heavy, so he smiled and said: "Okay, when the snow stops tomorrow, let's build a snowman together."

Embracing Mrs. Wei, we braved the snow and came to Lin's courtyard. Xiaopingan had already fallen asleep and was carried to the side room by the maid Furong.

After shaking off the snowflakes from their bodies in the corridor, Zhang Zhengdao and Mrs. Wei just entered the house.

Mrs. Lin is freshly dressed tonight, her charming eyes seem to be spitting fire. She has been empty for so long and she can no longer bear it.

Mrs. Wei teased: "Sister, I brought it to you!"

Lin's beautiful face was lightly powdered, and she said charmingly: "Tonight, we sisters will join hands to slaughter the cow!"

Zhang Zhengdao laughed heartily, hugged the two girls and said, "Then let me see how powerful your sisters can be together."

Mrs. Lin rolled her eyes at him and said, "Sister, go and bolt the door."

Mrs. Wei left with a smile.

Lin took the initiative to step forward, hooked his arms around Zhang Zhengdao's neck, and said in a tired voice: "Dalang, what are you waiting for?"

"...well..."

When Mrs. Wei returned to the room, the brocade quilt on the kang was already tumbling.

After spitting lightly, Mrs. Wei undressed and took off her belt, and also got into bed.

That night, the house was filled with red candles and tears, and the whole room was filled with spring.

Outside the house, the cold wind is blowing, the snow is falling, and the snow is covered in snow.

The next morning.

Zhang Zhengdao opened his eyes, and in his arms were two mature and beautiful women with disheveled hair and radiant faces, sleeping peacefully and peacefully.

Thinking of what happened last night, Zhang Zhengdao said to himself that it was ridiculous.

He wanted to get up, but was pestered by Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Wei. In desperation, Zhang Zhengdao had no choice but to continue lying down.

I hugged the beautiful woman and thought about things in my mind. It is now the third year of Zhenghe in the Song Dynasty. Liangshan Dazhai has begun to show its prestige, and it has been targeted by the Jeju government. Maybe after the beginning of spring, there will be officers and soldiers coming to attack and suppress.

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Zhang Zhengdao was not too worried about this, and just wanted to take advantage of this battle to test the combat effectiveness of the Liangshan, Mabu, and Shui armies.

In the stronghold, there is the fierce general Bian Xiang. No matter how many Forbidden Army generals come, they will behead each one as if they were selling their heads.

In fact, what worries Zhang Zhengdao the most is the matter of Ruan Xiaoer's Ping navy going to sea. Although Goryeo is not far from the Song Dynasty, the sea is very rough and rough. If something happens, Liangshan's little family fortune will be wiped out.

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"I wonder how Ping Haijun's training at sea is going?" Zhang Zhengdao couldn't help but muttered to himself.

Just this whisper woke up the beauty in his arms. Lin's plump body turned and lazily opened his eyes. What greeted him was Zhang Zhengdao's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Da Lang!" Mrs. Lin was so shy.

Over there, Mrs. Wei also woke up and was a little lazy. She stretched out her pink arm from the quilt. Feeling the small movements in Zhang Zhengdao's hands, she couldn't help but said softly: "My lord, don't do it anymore, Tiandu

It’s bright.”

Zhang Zhengdao retracted his hands and sat up. The brocade quilt slipped off, and the spring scenery could not be covered up.

"Get up, I will help you build a snowman today!" Zhang Zhengdao stretched his muscles and then put on a thick cotton coat.

Cotton already existed in the Song Dynasty, and there was also a method of playing cotton with bowstrings. However, it was not cultivated on a large scale, so only a few wealthy families had clothes and quilts made of cotton.

The Zhang family was certainly not short of money. Even before autumn, Zhang Zhengdao ordered people to purchase a lot of cotton. After playing it well, they made cotton-padded clothes and quilts.

In this cold winter season, if you sleep on a heated kang, cover yourself with a quilt, and put on cotton clothes, you will no longer have to suffer from the cold.

Zhang Zhengdao had imagined that after conquering Goryeo and having a foundation, he would redress the Liangshan army. All winter clothes would be made of cotton.

Opening the door, the yard was already filled with a thick layer of snow.

The maid Fu Rong is holding a big broom and cleaning an aisle for people to walk.

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said: "Fu Rong, wait for the two ladies to get up."

Furong's face was red, not sure whether it was from embarrassment or coldness. After nodding her head, she threw the broom aside, stamped the snowflakes off her shoes, and went into the house.

Zhang Zhengdao picked up the broom and started sweeping it gently in the yard.

When I reached the Moon Gate, I happened to see Ying'er who was also sweeping the snow.

This girl ate well and slept well in the Zhang family. She has grown a lot and has not inherited Wu Dalang's short stature at all.

"High official!" Ying'er shouted timidly, looking a little reserved.

"Why are you sweeping the snow alone? Where's Sister Li Gui? Are you being lazy again?" Zhang Zhengdao asked.

Ying'er quickly replied: "Sister Gui and the others are sweeping Mrs. Jinlian's yard."

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said: "Go tell Sister Gui and the others to clean the yards of each lady, as long as they can walk."

Ying'er raised her head and said: "Officials, Ying'er has been swept out."

Zhang Zhengdao was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

On weekdays, Ying'er, a girl, follows Sister Li Gui and others, taciturn and seemingly transparent, so that Zhang Zhengdao often ignores her and cannot remember that such a person exists in the house.

"Well done." Zhang Zhengdao threw away the broom and reached out to touch Ying'er's frozen little face.

"Go back to the house and rest, don't get cold."

Ying'er was a little dumbfounded when he touched her cheek, and she replied after a while: "Ying'er isn't cold."

Immediately, he had the courage to ask: "Sir, when can my uncle come home?"

Only then did Zhang Zhengdao think of Wu Song from the prison camp of Ping'an Village in Mengzhou, and calmly replied: "Be back soon!"

Ying'er smiled sweetly and said, "When uncle comes back, Ying'er will cook for him."

Looking at the little girl's bright smile, Zhang Zhengdao sighed secretly.