Chapter 104 The Tong family in Lingnan is difficult to describe in one word.
Author: Fengze Fangfei
Chapter 104 The Tong family in Lingnan is difficult to describe in one word.
After exercising with King Qian in the morning, Xia Jing returned to the small courtyard, washed up, changed her clothes, and then sat at the table to have breakfast.
Just when he was halfway through eating, Li Chengmu walked in with a wet look on his face.
"Concubine, my son is here to have breakfast with you."
"Don't say it so high-sounding. If you want to come to my place to eat and drink, just say so. I can't spare your place."
With helplessness in Xia Jing's eyes, she motioned to Hongmei to bring another breakfast.
"Thank you, concubine, you are the only one who treats me best in the world!" Li Chengmu smiled and lifted the corner of his robe and sat down.
Xia Jing glared at him angrily, "It's good that you know. If you don't obey me in the future, I'll make you look good!"
Li Chengmu repeatedly promised that he could not wait to use his chopsticks until Hongmei served breakfast.
He picked up a small steamed bun and said, "Concubine, what kind of food is this? Why have you never seen it before?"
Hongmei stood waiting beside her. When she heard this, she chuckled and replied for Xia Jing: "Fifth Master, these are Xiaolongbao. The princess thought about it. Try it. It tastes good."
Li Chengmu's eyes were glued to the steamed buns. They were so small and could be eaten in one bite. "It tastes really good, very soft."
Xia Jing was smiling. In this era, pasta is all made from dead noodles. How delicious can it be?
This time I arrived in Lingnan. After a few busy days, I slept too much yesterday afternoon and couldn't sleep at night.
With nothing to do, she entered the space and found a large box of baking powder from the kitchen of the space. She only used a small packet to make a pot of baking powder last night. In the morning, the cook used the fermented dough to make these steamed dumplings.
The mother and son definitely couldn't finish it, so they shared some of the remaining food among each room for everyone to have a taste. This time the cook had experience in making steamed dumplings, so next time she would just let her make steamed dumplings to eat.
After breakfast, Li Chengmu took a sip of the peanut milk tea served by the maid. He felt that his whole body was smooth and the energy consumed by the morning exercise had been restored.
"Concubine, what are your plans today?"
"Prepare to write a plan."
"Plan?"
Xia Jing nodded heavily, "Well, I may have been hungry that day when I was lying in the coffin. Plus, after escaping all the way, I always felt that there was too little food. Food is the foundation. Without food, there are many things that can be done.
No."
The most important thing is the habit I developed in the last days. I always want to hoard food, but I always feel that there is too little food.
There is also the feeling that the armed forces are too small, and they are afraid that their arms will not be able to twist their thighs, so they always want to take the initiative on their own.
This is a common problem that basically everyone who has survived the apocalypse will have!
Li Chengmu said regretfully: "I thought my mother would go out today, and I wanted to go out with you, but I didn't expect you to stay at home."
Xia Jing thought of her dog-like calligraphy, and her eyes brightened as she stared at her son sitting opposite.
"You know that my concubine only learned to practice calligraphy after entering the palace. Her writing speed is definitely not as fast as that of your teacher who taught you since you were a child. Don't leave today. Just help my concubine write this plan!"
"Ah?" Li Chengmu didn't expect this at all.
Xia Jing decided directly: "Ah what, that's it!"
This plan needs to be read by my subordinates, so I won’t use the gel pen in the space to write it for the time being.
Several rooms in the palace are paying attention to the main courtyard.
Among them, the fourth and second rooms have different concerns. They hope that Xia Jing will go out, and it is best to come back after ten days and a half.
When Li Chengyi learned that Xia Jing didn't go out today, he lay on the bed wailing and didn't want to move.
It is good to exercise, but it is not suitable for him. After exercising for only one morning, he feels that his limbs are so weak that he cannot use his strength. If he continues to exercise like this in the future, wouldn't it mean that it will kill him?
Lan Qin, who was sitting next to him, said with concern: "Fourth Master, maybe I can give you some massage to relieve the soreness of your limbs."
She was originally just a flower girl in a flower house, and she was taught how to please men since she was a child.
It was an accident to meet the fourth master in the year of famine, and it was an unexpected surprise to win his favor and redeem her life.
Following the Fourth Master away from the Gyeonggi area where he grew up, and all the way to Lingnan, one must have the courage to risk everything.
Now she is like a willow catkin blowing in the wind, and her Fourth Master is her support. If the Fourth Master is not good, the rest of her life will only be more miserable.
Li Chengyi buried his head in his arms and said dullly: "Press it, I will reward you if you press it."
Lan Qin leaned over and pressed his legs first to slowly relieve muscle fatigue.
The maid Linglong noticed the sweat on her master's forehead and felt heartbroken.
She turned around and left the side room, preparing to make a pot of herbal tea for her master to relieve the heat.
As soon as she left the side room, she heard an rude snort from the maid standing in front of the main room.
Even the maid complained that her master had stolen the attention of the Fourth Master.
Linglong looked back at the dilapidated wing. Compared with the house in Hualou, this wing was not even as good as the one she lived in, let alone the yard where the young lady once lived.
Thinking of the injustice the young lady suffered at the hands of her mistress these days, Linglong couldn't help but blush.
Lan Su watched the charming little maid enter the tea room, then she stamped her feet and entered the main room angrily.
"Madam, the fourth master entered Aunt Lan's wing again, and even the maids came out. The man and the widow were hiding in the room in the clear sky, and they didn't know how to avoid suspicion!"
The mistress lives across the wall.
"It's not the mistress who is jealous. The other two concubines didn't respond. Why are you so excited?"
The fourth lady worked hard to sew a summer shirt for her son Li Dingchun.
As for the little maid, now at least she can appear calm and calm on the surface.
This unconcerned look really made Lan Su anxious.
The fourth lady couldn't help laughing when she saw that angry expression.
Just smiling, the Fourth Madam couldn't laugh anymore. She looked at the anxious and pale-faced little maid in front of her. She was really old.
She is twenty-eight years old, which is when the girl is most beautiful. In addition, she has been with her all the time, and she has been raised more carefully than an ordinary girl from a wealthy family.
She is fair-skinned and beautiful, and look at her bulging chest. Isn’t it the type that my friend likes the most?
"Lan Su, how old are you this year?"
Lan Su was slightly stunned, not knowing what the lady meant by asking this, but she still replied truthfully: "I am sixteen this year."
The fourth lady felt a little melancholy, "Sixteen, exactly the same age as a flower."
At this moment, Lan Su couldn't figure out the fourth lady's thoughts, "I'm still young."
The Fourth Madam smiled tenderly: "You're not young, do you have someone you like? If so, Madam will help you make the decision today."
Lan Su said anxiously: "No servant!"
"Look at how anxious you are. If you don't have one, there won't be one. If you have a man you like, you must tell me so that I can prepare a dowry for you."
The fourth lady laughed it off nonchalantly, as if it was just a casual question.
Lan Su's heart dropped to the ground, and she breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "I will remember it."
"Well, you go down, remember to pay attention to the movements of the mother-in-law and the other rooms."
Seeing that there was no movement in the main courtyard, the other rooms couldn't sit still.
The first lady, the second lady, and the third lady all sent their stewards out of the city to the suburbs to check the surrounding wasteland, hoping to occupy more advantageous wasteland.
A teahouse in the city.
The boy pushed open a private room on the second floor and said, "Sir, I have inquired clearly. The carriages that just passed by came out of the backyard of the government office as you expected."
"Oh, you are the master of the palace? Where are you going?"
The man standing in front of the window of the private room was wearing a cyan brocade robe, his long dark hair was tied high with a gold crown, his facial features were three-dimensional, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyebrows were cold and alienated.
There are three major Lingnan aristocratic families: Tong, Lou, and Chen. Based on the current situation, these three families have the potential to form a three-legged alliance in Lingnan.
And this one is Tong Song, the eldest son of the Tong family, a wealthy family in Lingnan.
The boy took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat from his face. He glanced at his master cautiously and replied: "How could those delicate and noble masters come out on such a hot day? All the ones who came out this time were...
Manager. I heard that he is planning to take root in Lingnan and go to the suburbs to select wasteland to open up wasteland."
"Opening up wasteland?" Tong Song sneered: "Is it possible that King Qian has been in Lingnan for a few days and is still not familiar with the government affairs of Lingnan? Don't they know that the wasteland on the outskirts of the city is divided up by our three aristocratic families?"
Even if the wasteland on the outskirts of the city is there, it still belongs to the Tong family. If Prince Qian wants to take the wasteland away from them, they have to show their sincerity and pay a price.
The boy looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window and mourned in his heart for the stewards of Prince Qian's Mansion who had just left the city. Acting blindly without knowing the situation would only be in vain.
Tong Song looked at the raised eaves of the government office in the distance. It was dilapidated but seemed to be full of life.
"What has King Qian done recently?"
The boy lowered his head and replied: "King Qian has been checking accounts with Lord Quan with his subordinates."
Tong Song looked back at the boy in surprise: "They just reconciled the accounts and didn't take inventory of the actual inventory?"
The boy shook his head: "Master Xiancai has been working in the Yamen. According to the news from him, King Qian has not yet taken stock of the actual inventory."
The Mr. Xiancai mentioned by the young man is the cousin of a branch of the Tong family. He is now the postal clerk of the government office and is in charge of all correspondence between the government office and the government, issuing government orders, recording and deporting prisoners, etc.
When Tong Song heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "In that case, let's just sit back and watch the show."
Lingnan has always been a lawless place abandoned by the imperial court. Since the imperial court has not paid attention to Lingnan for more than a hundred years, why did it send some idiot prince here this time?
Now that chaos has arisen in the Central Plains, does the imperial court want to control Lingnan through a prince?
If this is the case, then the court may have made a wrong calculation this time!
In the evening, the sky was filled with sunset, and several carriages that had left the city in the morning returned.
The sun sets and the breeze blows, dissipating a lot of the heat of the day.
The backyard of the government office became lively, and the children who had been bored in the house all day were like wild horses running wild, spreading their hooves and playing in the yard.
The royal palace's dinner was placed in the main hall, and the houses of each house sat around to share the delicious food.
Butler Zeng Yan quietly walked to King Qian and whispered a few words.
Xia Jing noticed King Qian's brows furrowed and was about to use her powers to eavesdrop on what they were talking about?
At this time, King Qian waved his hand and said to Zeng Yan: "Let them wash up and eat first, and they will come back to us after we have finished eating."
Xia Jing's curiosity was aroused. It wasn't until after the meal that everyone was sitting in the pavilion chatting, then the housekeeper led a few men into the pavilion.
Several men came in and bowed to Prince Qian and Xia Jing, followed by the ladies of each house.
Only then did Xia Jing know that these men were the stewards of several houses.
At this moment, Xia Jing remembered that since her funeral, all her slaves had been released by the royal palace.
Even the maids and women around her were let go, leaving only two personal maids, Red Plum and White Plum, who were going to accompany her to the Palace of Hell to serve her.
As a result, she now has no one available, and the other rooms in the palace have more servants than she does, either as servants or as stewards outside.
After they had paid their respects to their master, the eldest lady, as the eldest daughter-in-law of the eldest house, first asked: "Have you gained anything from walking around the outskirts of the city for a day today?"
"Back to Madam, today we have visited a lot of places in the suburbs. There is a lot of wasteland, and the land is very fertile. We must open it up and plant food, and there will be a harvest in the autumn. But we are optimistic about the wasteland, but we don't know if there is an owner of the wasteland.
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The eldest lady was not aware of the situation in Lingnan, so she turned to ask King Qian: "Father, can the wasteland still have an owner?"
Since there is an owner, why not reclaim it?
King Qian cleared his throat. He didn't know how to answer this direct question?
I have been in Lingnan for a few days. A few days is not a long time or a short time. It is impossible to straighten out the political affairs of a government in these few days.
But he really hasn't paid much attention to the problem of the eldest daughter-in-law.
"Ahem, I have written this down. I will check it out for you when I go to the Yamen tomorrow."
After saying that, King Qian looked at the stewards standing below, "Have you marked the places you are interested in? Or record the specific places and leave the list for me to check in person tomorrow."
Several stewards took out a page from their sleeve pockets and handed the list to Anu behind King Qian.
The eldest lady and several sisters-in-law were relieved. In their opinion, King Qian personally went to supervise this matter, and the matter in the wasteland was very sure.
So next, what they have to consider is how many people can be arranged to open up wasteland in the most effective way.
As the saying goes, things in the world are impermanent, and the large intestine wraps around the small intestine.
Sometimes the slap in the face just comes so quickly.
The next day, when King Qian sent someone to tell them that all the wasteland on the outskirts of the city was owned by an owner, the ladies were all shocked!
It’s unbelievable. To them, this is just a fantasy.
Who has so much money that they want to throw it into the water?
Buying wasteland on the outskirts of a city but not cultivating it is like throwing money into the water and just listening to the noise.
When the news reached Xia Jing, she rubbed her temples with a headache. Who wouldn't let her live a good retirement life?
"Princess, do you want to take care of this matter?" Hongmei asked anxiously.
Xia Jing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said helplessly: "I don't want to take care of this matter, but will reality allow me to ignore it? Besides, I also want to open up more wasteland and build a few farms."
So it was impossible for her to ignore this matter as it had nothing to do with her.
Hongmei frowned: "Then what do you want to do?"
Xia Jing stood up and straightened her skirt, "Let's go, let's go to the Yamen in front and have a look."
From the backyard to the front office, you have to pass through two hanging flower gates and a second gate.
Xia Jing came to the front office and saw the busy clerks. She did not go in to disturb them, but went directly to King Qian's study.
"Princess, what alarmed your Majesty?"
Mr. Zhang joked that he knew why the princess came from the moment she came in.
It’s just this matter, it’s hard to describe in one word!
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