Facts have proved that spending money is also a technical job. He Lingchuan spent all his money and only spent two hundred taels in a month.
In a borderland like this, one hundred taels is enough for an ordinary family of four to live comfortably for five or six years!
Ying Hongchan coughed softly: "Lingchuan, I was just about to tell you that we spend too much money in summer and autumn, and the government has to cut back on food and clothing. From next month, your expenses will be reduced to less than eighty taels." After that, he said.
glanced at her husband.
Before He Chunhua expressed his position, He Lingchuan had already shouted: "Eighty taels, two trips to Hongyan Tower and it will be gone!"
Ying Hongchan's face darkened: "Your brother can't even use twenty taels a month."
"He..." He Lingchuan was dissatisfied, "He eats and drinks at home, how can he use the money? I have so many people following me, and besides, we have to take care of all the relationships in the city, and we have to spend money to do so, and it's not just for me!
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"What kind of relationship do we have?" Ying Hongchan smiled coldly, "Those people fawn over you, but their eyes are always on the master. How do you need to maintain this kind of relationship? Our family is not short of watchdogs."
She didn't give He Lingchuan a chance to answer: "The current situation is turbulent, and money and food must be used in the right way. Lingchuan, your father and I don't ask you to relieve the family's worries, but please don't cause more trouble."
These words were a bit serious, and He Lingchuan suddenly felt filled with panic and dissatisfaction.
These are not his own emotions.
In fact, every time the family had a meal, he could feel the "unhappiness" coming from the depths of his mind, which was almost a subconscious reaction of his body.
The original person didn't like this scene very much. Considering that He Chunhua took great care of him, this emotion should be mainly for the mistress of the house.
"Dad." He turned to his father simply.
He Chunhua pondered for a moment, then said: "Madam is right, it's only eighty taels..." It's still a bit less, "Let's just mention two hundred taels."
One hundred taels is enough to prevent him from being too tired to spend money. He Lingchuan's face was unhappy: "This is too little! Three hundred taels!"
The mother and son argued for a long time, with He Chunhua doing auxiliary output on the side, also known as harmonizing the mud. In the end, Mrs. Ying bit her to death and settled at 180 taels.
Ying Hongchan glanced at her husband accusingly. She wanted to do some weight loss for her eldest son, but the old man couldn't bring himself to do it. He fought over and over again to lose 20 taels from last month!
I really don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are when I’m not a householder.
"You save more than 600 taels of silver every month." He Yue blinked, "You can buy dozens of sets of sophisticated armors, or a few good war horses, and recruit at least 60 people into the army."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Lingchuan slapped the table and stood up: "I'm full!"
Before striding out of the dining room, he didn't forget to fish out a stewed pear from the brass basin and eat it as he walked.
This pear has been stewed with rock sugar and Sichuan peppercorns for more than half an hour. It is sweet, crispy and soft. It also has the effect of clearing the heart and dispelling fire. It is suitable for people who have eaten mutton to reduce dryness.
No one stopped him.
When he was about to walk out of the garden, He Lingchuan looked back and saw the three people still sitting around the table eating and discussing happily.
He shrugged and walked quickly back to his apartment.
Frankly speaking, He Chunhua is really good to his eldest son. He Lingchuan occupies the largest, quietest and most beautiful courtyard in the east, with black pines and white peaches, a winding water terrace, and even a small martial arts training ground.
Although He Yue's residence is also in the east, its area is only half that of his brother's.
The only servant in the courtyard heard the sound and came over, but he waved it away casually.
He Lingchuan took off his shirt and punched under the moonlight for more than half an hour until he was very drunk.
He was not good at literature originally, but he was fond of martial arts since he was a child and was not afraid of hardship, which is rare among the sons of aristocratic families. The ancestors of the He family also had military generals and had their own set of physical training techniques, which were passed down to the eldest son from He Chunhua.
When you practice to the fullest, your strong body will be shrouded in a light white mist, but it is only noticeable under the moonlight.
This was just right. He Lingchuan quickly closed his fists and sat down, adjusting his breath and breathing.
The white mist passes through the mouth and nose bit by bit and is reabsorbed.
This completes a cycle.
What he practices is the magical power passed down from the He family's ancestors, which is called "traction technique".
He Lingchuan used the body refining technique to force the true energy out of the body, bringing it into close contact with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, especially the moonlight, and then took it back through breath adjustment to eliminate the waste and retain the essence.
In this way, one movement and one stillness, one movement and one movement, one movement and one movement, and one movement and one movement, it is completed.
Of course, it’s okay to use the “traction technique” to complete a week on your own, but starting with physical training can stimulate the accumulated coldness, dirt, and diseases in the body, and the effect of purifying the true energy will be better.
After adjusting his breath, He Lingchuan felt more energetic, grabbed a white towel and went to take a bath.
The hot water was also put in by a servant, an honest man in his thirties.
He Lingchuan soaked in the hot water and let out a long breath. It would be nice if someone could rub his back at this time. It would be soothing.
As a transportation hub from south to north, Heishui City also has bathhouses, called "bathhouses". In addition to everyone taking a bath together, back rubs and pedicures are also regular items. But that is in a bathhouse, and Master He enjoys it at home.
No back rub service provided by the little girls.
Because he has no maid.
There are no maids in their teens, 20s, or even 30s and 40s... none of them.
If you want to practice the traditional martial arts of the He family and get twice the result with half the effort and benefit for life, you must ensure your virginity.
He Lingchuan was ignorant when he first started school and didn't know the disadvantages. When he grew up, he saw a bunch of fun and playful friends, so he went to question He Chunhua. As a result, his father beat his chest and stamped his feet.
He Lingchuan was obsessed with martial arts, so of course he was not willing to give up halfway, so he endured it.
However, He Chunhua did not want to deliberately test the eldest son's determination, so he did not release females into his courtyard.
He Lingchuan sat in the big wooden barrel, thinking about the Xishan Leopard Demon, the guards of Donglai Mansion captured by Hongbai Road, and the sundries hidden in the leopard's teeth.
When will Donglai Mansion discover that the guards sent to Blackwater City have lost contact?
How will they react?
How should the county guard respond?
He subconsciously picked up the necklace on his chest and looked at it twice, then suddenly pulled it off and threw it hard into the garden in the distance.
The necklace drew a parabola in the air and flew over the wall.
After a few breaths, he felt something strange in his chest and looked down -
The necklace came back on its own and stayed on his neck.
Sure enough, no matter how many times he threw it, the thing would return on its own.
He looked carefully many times and found that although it looked similar, it was not made of jade, but rather looked a bit like ivory.
After all, ivory and bone are very similar in composition.
On the day he fell off the cliff, he heard a leopard roar a new term:
Divine bones.
Could it be that the pendant that he clung to was a divine bone?
…
After the meal, He Yue excused himself, and He Chunhua and his wife went back to wash up.
Only then did Ying Hongchan have the opportunity to scold her husband: "You are too spoiled to Lingchuan. He alone accounts for the majority of the monthly expenses of the house! Look at his attitude of slamming the table and leaving the table!"
Arrogant!
"It won't be next month." He Chunhua reassured her, "He was seriously injured, and we have reduced his expenses. He will inevitably be unhappy."
Mrs. Ying wanted to speak again, but He Chunhua had already changed the subject: "Do you see any changes in Lingchuan recently?"
"Recently?" Mrs. Ying thought about it carefully, then shook her head, "Other than spending less money, nothing seems to have changed."