Naturally, the things given by the emperor cannot be sold publicly.
However, "bartering for something" is also a kind of discount. And the "thing" that can be exchanged can be either a physical object or a human heart.
Chang Suining quickly finalized the matter with Wang Changshi, and distributed most of the lychees given by the emperor to Jiangdu officials as awards, and distributed them according to official rank and performance evaluation.
As for the remaining half, Chang Suining will distribute it separately.
Wang Changshi soon began to have people divide the lychees one after another. For a time, the Changjie envoy's gift of lychees became the most hotly discussed matter among Jiangdu officials. Many officials and scholars wrote poems to praise it. After a long time,
, but it also became a good talk.
Naturally, Luo Guanlin was indispensable for such things. That evening, as soon as he returned to the courtyard, he saw his old mother, who had rarely returned early, counting the lychees in the ice box.
Seeing him coming back, Granny Jin pulled him aside and asked seriously in a low voice: "...How many pills did Wang Wangshan get?"
Luo Guanlin: "..."
"You don't know?" Granny Jin let her son go and said, "I'll go and find out."
"Mother..." Luo Guanlin had no choice but to stop him: "Wangshan and I both get the same thing."
"He always knows how to adapt." Mrs. Zhu Rui pursed her lips and smiled, then sat down and was happy to take care of the matter: "You can ask someone to arrange it tomorrow."
Changjie envoy didn't say anything beforehand, but he directly gave a million strings to my nephew...
I know how long that kind of stability can last, but at this moment, I suddenly don't have a clear feeling in my heart. This is, no matter what happens today, I will do my best to maintain that precious stability.
My mother peeled the pulp and cored the lychees that I brought back, and mashed them to make tea. When I heard this, I felt strange, so I drank a bowl of iced lychee fruit drink in the summer, added two slices of mint, and a small amount.
Wonderful thing.
In the end, I am the only one who is so poor that I need to hug a small tree to enjoy the shade.
But then I realized that one thing was right. Today is the first day of the Eight Dog Days, and my mother advocates drinking hot food during the Eight Dog Days in order to achieve the effect of curing winter diseases and summer diseases...
Jiang Hai knew very well who was in charge of the family now, so he hurriedly ordered to send lychees.
At first, I thought it was my valuable nephew who was supporting me wholeheartedly, but now it seems that it is actually a two-way relationship between poor people.
Luo Guanlin's expression was complicated. He just felt that his mother's attitude reminded him of the emperors' harems of lychees, and how the concubines in the palaces competed with each other... His mother obviously wanted to use the number of lychees to judge who was more "favored" between him and Wang Wangshan.
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Out of filial piety, I have some objections.
The Queen Mother served everyone a bowl and lovingly gave an order that was almost adding insult to injury: "Drink it slowly while it's cold!"
"His idiot has absolutely no improvement at all!" Luo Xi waved his hand to drive away his second son: "Go, go, Haohao, learn from his little brother!"
My mother looked at me slowly, without moving her hands, and just asked: "Mom, you remember that he likes sweets, is that true?"
As the wife in charge of the Jiang family, Mrs. Yu is bound to help her husband with social interactions, but you were so cold-blooded in handling the social interactions this time.
Zhu Rui thought about it, and felt that the intention was still lacking in originality, making clothes for the children outside the shrine, sending pens and ink to Youqiyuan... I can think of these things, but how could people from other companies think of them?
"But this is a gift from a villain. Even if you have a little, you should be happy." Luo Guanlin thrust a lychee into his son's hand: "Just use it to wash away the bad luck under him."
"..." Wang Wangshan looked at the only lychee in his hand, and then at the dozen or so lychees left in the box. So... the rest belong to the head of his mother's family, right?
Ms. Liu sat aside and peeled the lychees with a smile, then divided two of her eight lychees into pieces and gave them to her mother-in-law.
Zheng Chao listened with a smile and went to grandson's room.
"Qi Langjun is still old, just teach him quickly." The accountant said with a smile, looked at the lychee, and waited for Luo Xi to explain.
I understand why my old mother still has to do everything by herself, especially when it comes to making meals...
Zhu Ruihe was not very indifferent to this matter, but when he saw that his mother was indifferent, he felt inexplicably expectant in his heart.
With so little coming and going, Luo Xi is now able to feel sorry for the money he spent. Not only do I feel sad, but I also feel that I have spent so little that I feel peaceful.
"We are busy with our own business!" Zhu Rui waved his hand and admitted, and said loudly: "Think about it and ask Madam what things are needed to sew this thing. If you don't like it, ask someone to prepare it, and send it to the good person later.
Among the seven courtyards of Tangheyou..."
And in a certain sense, the bond between that kind of students and Youqiyuan is destined to be even closer.
At the last moment, Wang Wangshan saw his mother closing the box and handing it to Jiang Hai: "Go, before the ice has melted, leave the house and send it to Qian's house."
With Jiangdu like this, why worry about prosperity?
Mrs. Luo Xi's surname is Yu, and everyone in Jiangdu calls you Mrs. Yu.
I was the only one who received lychees.
Days like these are really wrong.
After hearing her husband's inquiry, the woman was stunned: "...Why did he ask that?"
Wang Wangshan was stunned for a moment and said in agreement: "Mother, how long have we been in Jiangdu?"
The next day, Luo Xi also received a box of lychees.
"A daughter-in-law takes care of the housework, which is the hardest work. She should eat less."
"When she came out, she saw that autumn was coming, so she sent some cloth to make clothes for the children outside the shrine." Zhu Rui said, while thinking: "The material must be too bad, so the money saved
It would be more practical to buy less pieces of cloth. The villain hates people on the ground doing beautiful and face-saving work, so it is cost-effective and practical..."
At the same moment, Luo Ze looked at the small bowl of lychee tea behind him with a very confused expression.
Wang Wangshan: "..."
Luo Xi reacted for a moment, and then he came to his senses when he saw his wife looking strange.
Luo Xi said: "It must be done with little fanfare. Madam can handle it privately..."
The cashier nodded in agreement.
Wang Wangshan: "..." It's impossible. Isn't that "home" something that was created out of nowhere?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Does it matter how long we have been here? What is important is whether the days ahead will be long." Luo Guanlin glanced at his son: "I really want him to maintain the friendship between the clan and that family.
I’m afraid it will happen sooner or later!”
Zhu Rui sighed: "Jiangdu merchants, it is rare to see benevolent and righteous people."
While Wang Yue was secretly lamenting for himself, a bookboy came inside and announced that it was Yuan Hao who had returned to the courtyard and was asking for an audience.
Especially before the Huainan Road Shibazhou Commercial Road was interconnected, my business was completely revived. Coupled with the trial of Haili Trade, the profits for small merchants like me were almost obvious.
Hearing his mother's cry, Wang Wangshan responded, turned around and walked towards the dining hall.
Seeing this harmonious scene, Wang Wangshan felt that he had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, I didn't know that once I joined, I would mess up that harmonious self-knowledge...
Zheng Chao looked at his grandson and asked with a smile: "Xier, are lychees sweet?"
"He... is he going to do that business successfully?" Mrs. Luo Xi stuttered: "... those things are at least made by the men in the house themselves, who would be so embarrassed to buy them there with little fanfare!"
Of course, Wang Yue also liked her, and it was not directly related to Chang Jieshi's "no way to make money", but it was just appropriate to publicize it... It was nothing, to put it too bluntly, it hurt feelings.
It was rare for Mother Luo to go home and stay for a few days, but when she was little, she just immersed herself in the study and studied drawings. There were many people at home who would disturb you.
My mother made a small pot of lychee soup and mixed it with ginger, cinnamon and other spices.
Granny Jin glared at her son: "Then what kind of mute did you act like just now?"
It wasn't until Zheng Chao came behind the table that Zhu Rui, who was immersed in the drawings, raised his head and responded without any haste: "Grandma..."
Mrs. Luo Xi was very emotional about this.
"Because of this, we must be waiting for a coup there." Luo Xi smiled and sat back in the chair, picked up the tea cup, and said leisurely: "Look at who is sitting below now, the men have gone out to work and build ships.
, and those who hold their noses to avoid those things are all idiots!"
Seeing the second son muttering and leaving angrily, Luo Xi cursed again: "It's a perfect weapon."
Mother Luo opened her mouth and bit it, so sweet that her eyes were filled with smiles.
Luo Xi was thinking hard and had returned to the courtyard.
Faced with his daughter-in-law's filial piety, Luo Guanlin refused again and again.
Even today, whenever I see people from the Qian family, I still feel ridiculous hearing these fictitious names.
"It feels like I drank eight taels of rice wine all day long..." Zheng Chao used a big wooden fork to prick the lychees and put them into his grandson's mouth: "Eat slowly and go have dinner with grandma!"
When Luo Ze considered this, the mashed lychees had not yet been put into the soup pot.
The sky is getting darker, and the aroma of the food dispels the loneliness and confusion in the moment before sunset.
Although money was spent, Luo Xi was still in a bad mood, and the reason behind that bad mood was also very simple - what I earned was far less than what I spent.
Mrs. Luo Xi thought about it and felt that the suggestion was very practical, especially for the boys in the charity hall. If their mother taught them about this matter, they would be ashamed to speak out and would have to adapt...
Even if we are driven by interests rather than truly facing up to men's needs from the bottom of our hearts, as long as it benefits men, who cares what we think outside our hearts? This is also important.
Your mother-in-law seems to be weak, but she is always thinking about her family, but she often neglects herself.
Jiang Hai came back very slowly. While wiping his sweat, he mentioned that the Qian clan members had a flattering reaction.
Is that a question of whether I like or dislike it?
However, you don’t have to ask your husband: “...from now on, when they are doing business, are they most taboo about having anything to do with men’s menstruation?”
Seeing that the two peeled lychees were still outside the plate, Mother Luo came back to her senses and burst out laughing.
According to my experience, this kind of expenditure depends not only on the weight, but also on the intention... I have to let the villain see my intentions as little as possible.
It was getting late. When she saw me coming, my wife pushed me to the concubine's courtyard and said, "We wanted to see what day it was and why we came to your house..."
Jiang Dongjia was very happy and frightened by this. He looked at it again and again, and he was so fond of it that he let it go.
As the head of the family, Luo Guanlin called his daughter-in-law and grandson to follow him and distributed the lychees with a smile on his face.
After some discussion, before the cashier left, Luo Xi had someone pick up the lychees and put them in the ice cellar, while he went back to the front yard humming a big song.
Those things can be bought without money, and things that can be bought with money are not at all rare to our Chiang family.
It is said that it is some kind of dirty thing, and if it is touched, it will bring bad luck.
Did the Changjie envoys ask for less for these men? But as long as the Changjie envoys stood in the place of distributing benefits as a man, there would naturally be a shortage of people who would "throw themselves into harm's way".
Before the cooking was completed, two small buckets were filled and brought to the back hall.
"Come on, Ze'er, give me two."
Wang Wangshan did not sigh and shut up.
Why am I suddenly asking you [how much does a menstrual belt cost]?!
Thinking of this, Wang Yue Shijin thought of this millions of things again.
"It's so sweet!" Zheng Chao reached out and poked Sun Nan's forehead, and said angrily: "Silly girl, he's even moving!"
Luo Guanlin's words made the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretch out, and then he smiled and ate these two lychees, his expression was so sweet that it was beyond his heart.
Wang Yue said hurriedly: "Please step back."
Luo Xi added: "Buy some more pens, ink, paper and inkstones and send them to Youqiyuan..."
"If the mother is here, no matter how good the daughter-in-law is in taking care of the housework, there will be no lychees to eat." Ms. Liu said with a smile: "Without you here, the days of happiness for the daughter-in-law are ahead."
Granny Jin questioned her again, and her expression relaxed only after she was sure that her son and Granny Jin were equally matched.
"Xi'er also needs two. Remember to send them to your room later."
After all, the way the world operates depends on human consciousness.
There are seven colleges that admit students through assessment and require free study. Students need to take care of their own expenses such as food, accommodation, writing and ink outside the weekdays. However, because some students are too poor to afford the expenses of writing and writing, seven colleges have learned about the situation.
In advance, we will be provided with basic needs for a fee.
However, Zhu Rui stood still and moved. He hissed loudly. Suddenly he thought of something and pulled his wife out of the inner room: "Madam, there is nothing you want to ask him about..."
Luo Ze kept talking for a long time, and silently composed a poem "Essay on Litchi Sacrifice" in his mind. The next time I felt that my death was so unjust, I even thought that dying in peace was the food that my mother served me.
Zhu Ruihe then pinched the lychee and walked out of the back hall. He stood in the courtyard and watched the sunset. He listened to the laughter of his mother and wife in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rarely curled up.
Next, Wang Yue, as the head of seven courtyards, hears almost every day that no one has sent anything.
Mother Luo nodded: "Sweet."
Luo Ze moved his family here originally. Dozens of people with names in the clan were waiting here, ready to taste the lychee flavor. Suddenly, two barrels of cold soup arrived, which looked dangerous from a distance.
The air-conditioned food looks a bit like pig food. Up close, there is floating foam, which has nothing in common with swill.
Mrs. Luo Xi was stunned: "Then...is that appropriate?"
"Why are you still standing here? You're here to eat!"
My second son, who had just turned 18, saw his father's appearance and said, "...it's just a box of lychees. Why does my father care so much about him looking like that?"
What day?
Luo Guanlin was too lazy to talk to his son: "It is for him to take care of this matter. He will do whatever he is asked to do. Just eat his lychees."
"I've been so busy lately that I see people everywhere..."
