"Princess, during the Laba Festival the day after tomorrow, do we still follow last year's rules this year?"
There is a new master in the house this year, so the housekeeper naturally needs to consult before making a decision.
Shen Moran asked: "What were the rules in previous years?"
Zhou Fu explained: "In previous years, it was usually the villain who went to major temples to add money for fragrant oil on behalf of His Highness. The family set up two porridge sheds in the city to cook five-flavor porridge to feed students and poor families who came to Beijing to take exams."
There are forty or fifty Buddhist temples and twenty Taoist temples in the capital. If every temple goes to refill sesame oil, it won't be enough to drain the family's wealth. So usually, I send 200 taels of sesame oil money to a few big temples. .
These are all recorded.
Shen Moran looked through the records and asked, "How much does it cost to set up a porridge shed?"
Zhou Fu is responsible for the porridge shed every year. He knows exactly how much money is spent and has no intention of confusing him when explaining it.
"Depending on the annual rice price, the cost of a porridge shed is between one hundred taels and one hundred and fifty taels. This year's rice is expensive, so you may have to spend a little more. It should not exceed two hundred taels of silver."
Shen Moran took up the account book and said: "This year, we will halve the money for sesame oil given to the major temples. The money saved will be used to build a few more porridge sheds. It is best to set up two outside the city. The money will be spent on the people. It accumulates more blessings than spending money in the temple."
Zhou Fu said yes and went down to make preparations.
Changying came in after him and whispered something in Shen Moran's ear. Shen Moran's eyes curled up with laughter. The shopkeeper of the bookstore had seen it three times before, and with her permission, he tried it in the teahouse for a day. Now he promises to split it half and half. Please ask for the remaining manuscripts.
"Prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I will read and you will write."
She had already thought about the plot, but she just didn't want to start writing it because her wrist still hurt.
Changying was very happy to know the plot in advance, so she called Hongying to come, and one of them studied the ink and the other wrote.
Near noon, the Prime Minister's Mansion sent someone to tell her that she and Zhou Zhan would go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion for dinner in the evening.
Does Shen Panxing think of them now? Shen Moran pondered the meaning of his move. It was probably Zhou Yu who was trying hard to persuade him to ask Mr. Xie to come out...
After sending the servants away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Shen Moran looked at Chang Ying and Hong Ying who were writing furiously, and couldn't bear to say: "You guys take a break first and write again in the afternoon."
"Bitao, where is Your Highness?"
There is a saying that Laba is the New Year, and this is absolutely true. All shops in the house must be inspected, the accounts must be checked, and the welfare dividends must be paid in place.
Shen Moran didn't know how much private property Zhou Zhan had, but the account books had been sent to his study for several days in a row.
"His Royal Highness is in the study."
It's rare that the couple doesn't have time to get tired of each other, which is quite strange.
Zhou Zhan was bored and was reading his account book.
Shen Moran knocked on the door and went in, picked up a ledger from a table, and said in surprise: "Your Highness, there is a caravan that has been in contact with the west?"
Thinking of her sentimentality over the past two days, Zhou Zhan smiled warmly and said, "My uncle and I don't often exchange letters, but we always have business contacts."
As more and more caravans go out to sea, the number of land caravans heading to the Western Regions has decreased a lot, but they are not completely extinct. These caravans are also responsible for transporting food to the border military camps, and those with connections and ability can still go out. Guan does business with nomads.
The caravans in Zhou Zhan's hands were very secretive and were not in his name, but he noticed the coldness hidden under Shen Moran's nonchalant appearance for the past two days and took the initiative to expose them.
Shen Moran only raised his eyebrows.
"Dad asked us to go home for dinner at night. I don't know what the purpose is."
Zhou Zhan was in danger several times, but Shen Panxing didn't show any signs of it. His behavior tonight was indeed a bit unusual.
"It's still early in the evening, so we can't miss this lunch. What do you want to eat, Your Highness?" Shen Moran pretended not to notice his little trick and avoided the topic, "I wonder if Your Highness can get used to eating fried jelly? Let's have it this afternoon. My servant has made jelly, and I am used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and occasionally I want to eat something fresh."
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
Zhou Zhan subconsciously covered his cheeks. He got angry after eating spicy hot pot with her last time, and now he also has a toothache. What she said sounded like she was getting angry.
"Let's just have something simple for lunch. It won't be too much trouble."
Shen Moran smiled solemnly and said considerately: "No trouble, I'll go down and get ready."
The kitchen received instructions, and in addition to a few light side dishes, they also served an extra bowl of jelly fried with chili garlic sauce. Smelling the aroma, Zhou Zhan instantly felt that the chicken noodle soup in his mouth had no taste.
A person rushed into his life and changed his habits into chaos, but... he seemed to enjoy it!
"Is there anything left in the kitchen? Serve some for me too!"
If you have a toothache, just have a toothache. Go back to the doctor and prescribe a decoction to relieve inflammation.
Jelly makes you full, but it also makes you hungry. In the middle of the afternoon, Shen Moran asked the kitchen to roast two fragrant pig's trotters, took them to the study, and lured Zhou Zhan to eat the pig's trotters with her.
The roasted pig's trotters made by himself were made with real ingredients. Zhou Zhan originally wanted to be reserved, but... After the two of them finished eating, they leaned on the chairs very unceremoniously. Shen Moran rubbed his belly, and Zhou Zhan drank two cups of tea. Relieve tiredness.
I really felt overwhelmed, so I paced back and forth in the study.
After eating, I felt that my clothes were stretched out and a little tight on my body.
"Am I getting fat?"
Shen Moran looked over and saw that Mr. Junyi's face was indeed quite rosy, but he was fat... but he didn't notice it.
She pinched the flesh on her waist and pouted: "Is Your Highness making an insinuation about my concubine?"
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Zhou Zhan was defeated. They stayed in the house every day without going out, and had nothing else to do except think about what to eat.
Shen Moran is someone who doesn't wrong her and even takes him with her when eating. Wouldn't the two of them get better and better as they get better at each other!
It seems that some parts of her have grown longer.
Zhou Zhan squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "You'd look better if you were fatter."
Shen Moran lowered his head and looked at himself, his face turned red.
"Zhou Zhan, can you be more serious?"
Zhou Zhan laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, and Shen Moran was so angry that she chased him and hit him. The well-fed young man was in a good mood. He tempted her and then immediately shrank back, so that she couldn't even reach the corner of his clothes.
"Don't go to my bed tonight!"
Shen Moran was so tired that she had her hands on her hips, her true nature exposed, but Zhou Zhan liked her true nature even more, so he came over to comfort her: "I can't guarantee that you will be the only one by my side in the future, but you should understand what I mean."
"I will not choose marriage unless it is absolutely necessary, let alone accept other messy women coming into our lives."
He scratched the tip of her nose and said dotingly, "So, don't even think about enduring me to death to keep your reputation. I won't give you this chance!"
Shen Moran's eyes widened, feeling embarrassed at having his thoughts exposed, but also relieved at getting his promise.
She had planned to abandon her sincerity, but she unexpectedly won his sincerity again.
If it were Si Yiluo, I'm afraid she would have to struggle and hesitate for a long time, but she has always believed in carpe diem, and she can afford to put it down.
If Zhou Zhan dares to promise, she will believe it.
"If you betray me one day, I will make your life worse than death!"