Mu Yunhan didn't know, but she knew that the taxes paid by Meng Xiang's Mansion were no lower than those of Yaoshantang.
Gu Fenglin attacked her: "Don't just compare Yaishentang with his family. His family has been rich for many generations and has abundant inventory. They are definitely richer than you."
Mu Yunhan asked: "How does it compare with the Gu family?"
Gu Fenglin said: "Do you think Mr. Gu is rich?"
Mu Yunhan didn't dare to say.
The Gu family and the Mu family spent too much money and energy on cultivating heirs, and because of the special nature of their bloodline, it itself was a limitation.
The Mu family has been raising countless clan members all year round. Although it is for control, in terms of wealth, the loss is also huge.
There are also big expenses such as buying medicines.
The Gu family is even more miserable. There are too many short-lived people and few male sons. Although they make a lot of money relying on the priest's palace, their expenses are even greater because they have to support orphans and widowed mothers.
Therefore, these two families are both famous and not as good as meeting each other. They are strong on the outside and powerful on the inside.
Mu Yunhan sighed: "Then the richest person now should be Meng Jia?"
Gu Fenglin said: "If he can get it back."
All the industries in Mengxiang Mansion are managed by clan members, and the relationships among them are complicated.
When Meng Xiang was still alive, there were all sorts of tricks and tricks involved. Now it's Meng Jia's place. Whether these people will accept him is another matter.
On the other side, inside Prime Minister Meng's Mansion.
Meng Jia hurried to the back hall and saw Mrs. Meng sitting and drinking medicine.
He frowned and looked coldly at Lin Mi who followed in.
Lin Mi shrank her neck and whispered: "Husband, don't be angry, it was my mother-in-law who asked me to do this."
Mrs. Meng handed the medicine bowl to Meng Jia and sighed: "Sansan, don't hurt your wife. I heard that you just broke Twelve's legs?"
Meng Jia said "hmm" and lowered his eyes without saying anything.
Mrs. Meng said angrily: "Kneel down! Why are you doing this? Your father is gone and you are still young. The only ones you can rely on are these uncles and brothers."
Grandma Rui and the female relatives of the two clans stood aside and advised: "Auntie, please calm down. Maybe the tenth brother just has an illness that just happened and he can't control it. It will be fine if we go to persuade the twelfth brother later."
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Meng Jia said calmly: "I'm not crazy, I just broke his leg on purpose. He deserves it."
Grandma Rui and others were quite embarrassed. A woman laughed dryly: "It's boring for Sansan to say this. When is this? We should be sharing the same hatred with each other, so why are we attacking one of our own people instead?"
"Do you feel chilly?"
Meng Jia said coldly: "You have received enough benefits from my family over the years. Don't cause trouble for me at this time. Let me do whatever I want, okay?"
The woman opened her mouth in shock: "You, you, you..."
She blushed, flung her sleeves angrily, and cursed: "Good intentions are treated like a donkey's liver and lungs! Who gets any benefit?"
Meng Jia said: "Do you really want me to say it?"
The woman felt guilty and could not let go of her face, so she left cursing: "I'm sick, and I'm not very sick!"
Grandma Rui was also embarrassed, lowering her head and saying nothing.
Lin Mi quickly went to persuade: "Third Aunt, don't be angry, my husband is in a bad mood..."
Meng Jia said coldly: "Lin Mi, shut up, it's none of your business, just mind yourself."
Lin Mi looked at Mrs. Meng, who was so angry that her face turned pale.
Meng Jia stuffed a pill into her mouth and said coldly: "Whoever dares to anger my mother with what's going on outside, I'll kill his whole family!"