Naturally, Wu Yueniang did not come by herself, but brought the housekeeper and four or five boys to bring the carriage from home.
Seeing Wu Yueniang's overwhelming momentum, the owner of the wealthy building also very obediently got rid of the waiter who had a swollen face like a pig's head, and he was not stupid enough to charge any money for the meal.
Anyway, this wealthy building is no different from the one opened by Zhu Zhixian, and Zhu Zhixian has taken enough from Ximen Qing. Since Zhu Zhixian has no special explanation, the owner of the building will certainly not stop it.
As soon as she left the wealthy building and before she got on the carriage, Wu Yueniang's silver face suddenly turned into a black one: "Get in the carriage!"
Ximen Qing glanced at the obedient woman in the novel, and suddenly a feeling of disgust came out of his memory. Moreover, this feeling was not brought about by his own time travel, but was something Ximen Qing already had.
This made Ximen Qing feel alienated from Wu Yueniang.
Following the butler's greeting, the two-wheeled carriage walked steadily down the bluestone-paved street with almost no bumps.
Wu Yueniang and Ximen Qing sat side by side in the carriage, their faces still as dark as ice: "Tell me, what's going on with Pan Jinlian on Purple Stone Street?"
"Pan Jinlian?" Ximen Qing finally realized that Wu Yueniang didn't come out to take her home to recuperate because she heard that she had an old disease, but because she heard that she and Pan Jinlian had some disagreements, so she couldn't bear it.
I came over from home to ask the question.
It is said that Ximen Qing is the top tyrant in Qinghe County, the so-called "leader who beats his wife and demotes women", but the fact now is that Wu Yueniang is scolding her with a straight face.
Only then did Ximen Qing realize where the disgust in his memory came from. This Wu Yueniang was two-faced, doing one thing in front of others and another behind her back. Her father had served as a left guard for thousands of households, and she was inextricably linked to the government. No wonder Ximen Qing
It would be hard to do anything to Wu Yueniang after this marriage started.
Therefore, although Ximen Qing and Wu Yueniang are husband and wife at home, they rarely live together, let alone have feelings for each other. Therefore, Ximen Qing's previous approach was to stay out of sight and avoid me.
But now Wu Yueniang is still the same Wu Yueniang, and Ximen Qing is no longer the same Ximen Qing.
When Ximen Qing faced Wu Yueniang, who had a dark complexion due to extreme lack of sexual life, he said calmly: "Madam, I don't know. I have suffered from an old disease since childhood. When it attacks, I feel dizzy and unable to move. Pan Jinlian also kindly helped me, Madam
But you are too worried!"
"Old disease?" Wu Yueniang let out a heartbreaking laugh: "I, Yueniang, have been here for a long time since I came to your house, and you have never said that you have any old disease, let alone an attack.
, do you think I am a three-year-old child who can be frightened by just saying anything?"
"Besides, the street is full of people. Who could that bitch hit with a bamboo pole holding up a window? But why did he hit you on the head?"
"Well, you fell to the ground! Are you made of paper or mud? A bamboo pole weighing less than three ounces can knock a grown man to the ground?"
"If you tell me all over the street, no one will believe you!" Wu Yueniang looked excited, showing her teeth and claws, and her whole body was shaking.
Ximen Qing flicked his sleeves, stretched out his hand to hold the mutton-fat jade pendant, and began to play with it. He was indifferent to Wu Yueniang's performance this time, not even interested in replying. He just looked at Wu Yueniang's eyes, as if he wanted to understand something.
"You're talking..." Wu Yueniang saw that Ximen Qing was like a bottomless quagmire. Not only could he throw money at the water, but even if he threw a big stone, there was no movement at all. Instead, she felt furious.
There was a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Could it be that thing that he knew about?" Wu Yueniang was a little confused when she was stared at, but she immediately denied her idea: "It's impossible, absolutely impossible. Only God knows about that thing, and I know about it all day long.
It's impossible to know if you're fooling around outside."
Wu Yueniang pretended to be angry, turned her back, and soon began to cry.
Cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. This method is indeed a fine tradition of Chinese women.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ximen Qing's mouth, and his hand was still playing with the mutton-fat jade pendant without any pause in his movements.
"Madam, do you have something to say to me?"
"Brother, there's a commotion inside." The boy sitting in front of the carriage heard Wu Yueniang crying inside, and lowered his voice and said to the housekeeper who was hunched over and driving the carriage himself.
The butler had no expression on his face, looking intently at the road ahead. He seemed not to have heard these words at all. The boy shrank back angrily, and then the butler slowly said: "At Ximen's house, just do your own thing well.
"
"Don't talk too much, or I will skin you." The butler's voice was also cold.
The boy didn't know what he thought of. He couldn't help but shudder. He closed his legs and leaned on them, and stopped talking.
When Wu Yueniang heard this, she turned around suddenly, her face already stained with tears: "Words? What words? You hang out outside all day long and never go home. I am everywhere in Ximen Mansion."
Yueniang insisted. Think about it carefully, what do you think I'm sorry for?"
"My life is miserable..." Wu Yueniang's cry grew louder. Ximen Qing knew that he could not speak at this time. He tilted his head and looked at Wu Yueniang, and suddenly remembered a famous saying by someone who said: "Women
It makes no sense."
Wu Yueniang's crying and fussing over Ximen Qing confirmed one thing: Wu Yueniang must have done something unscrupulous secretly to herself. Because from the way Wu Yueniang cried, it seemed that the thunder was louder than the rain, and the raindrops were light.
There was still a trace of panic in his eyes. At the same time, he covered his face and cried while secretly observing himself.
"I'm afraid I secretly gave a lot of money to my mother's family." Ximen Qing thought.
In the past, Wu Yueniang was in charge of all the money in the family. In my memory, Ximen Qing rarely interfered. Wu Yueniang was also in charge of the accounting books, which was as ridiculous as a cashier and a part-time accountant.
Ximen Qing didn't even say anything. Wu Yueniang couldn't figure out what Ximen Qing was thinking. Her crying gradually stopped. She wiped it with her sleeves and still turned her back to look outside.
"Open the door!" As the butler shouted, the carriage had arrived at the door. The boys inside quickly opened the door. The butler jumped out of the car and led the boys to the carriage: "Master! Madam! We're home.
Got it!"
When the carriage door opened, Wu Yueniang took the lead to get out, and then helped Ximen Qing out of the car considerately. She still looked like a little bird, and said delicately: "Master, it's windy outside, hurry in."
Ximen Qing coughed twice, put on his posture, and walked in with three unsteady steps. Wu Yueniang supported Ximen Qing very virtuously, followed by the housekeeper and a group of servants.
When the boy sitting in front of the carriage saw this scene, he sighed and thought to himself: "Rich people can pretend!" He shook his head and drove the carriage to the backyard.
"Master, go sit in Yueniang's room." Wu Yueniang's voice is so sweet that you can drink it directly as sugar water.
"No need." Ximen Qing's attitude was very decisive, but his tone was polite: "I have some things that I need to think about clearly. Yueniang, you go back first."
After saying this, Ximen Qing flicked his sleeves and turned directly to the study.
Wu Yueniang stood there for a while, finished eating, and then went back to her room.
There were two boys serving in the study, one was a book boy and the other was a painting boy. When they saw their master coming, they hurriedly welcomed him into the study.
Ximen Qing saw that these two boys were only twelve or thirteen years old. If he had been in his time, he might not have even graduated from elementary school. He couldn't help but secretly sigh at the backwardness of feudal society.
Fortunately, I didn't travel through time and become a boy. Not every boy can meet Bai Haichan.
Seeing that their master actually came to the study today to read, the book boy and the painting boy couldn't believe their eyes. You must know that in the past, the master used the study room as a tryst place, and the two of them often saw it.
Something you shouldn't see.
Ximen Qing saw doubts in the eyes of the two boys, so he asked the book boy to serve him a cup of fragrant tea, asked the painting boy to sharpen his ink, and then told them to go out and not disturb him.
The two boys bowed and left respectfully. Wu Yueniang made a fuss about her and cried. Ximen Qing lost all sense of drink. He rubbed his temples, sat on the Taishi chair and began to seriously think about life.
There are a lot of things that really need to be sorted out. Ximen Qing thought as he picked up a brush and sketched on the rice paper. This is a habit he brought with him. When thinking about things, he always has to move his hands and brain at the same time in order to be smooth.
Although Dr. Bai is being squeezed to death, every year the herbal medicine shop has to squeeze out four more old wild ginsengs to supply to Zhu Zhi County, not to mention other precious nourishing medicinal materials. The county magistrate comes to your home to collect medicines and still charges money.
Not successful?
Of course, there are also the three hundred guan that I need to pay filial piety to as a county captain. In the past three years, I have purified the prefecture of one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, and there is no fraud at all.
The guy from Zhuzhi County asked Wu Song to go out to do something, and Ximen Qing vaguely remembered that he was also going to make a donation to Tokyo. In this world, without money, everything is impossible.
After all, I lost a few hundred coins before I saw any profits. It seems like I am losing money.
However, Ximen Qing is quite satisfied to be Wu Song's immediate boss. After all, Wu Song is also the object of his admiration, and he did not travel through time in vain.
This kind of meaning is equivalent to suddenly discovering that Jay Chou is his servant. If he has nothing to do, he can sing at the banquet. It's so honorable!
Ximen Qing's mind was spinning very fast, and he kept writing or drawing on rice paper, jotting down all the ways he thought of to make money.
Being hundreds of years ahead of your time is indeed extraordinary. You can make a lot of money with just any idea.
I don't know how long it took, but Ximen Qing saw that his graffiti had used up three large pieces of rice paper, and then he put down the brush with satisfaction and looked at it again.
Well, apart from the ugly words, the three pictures are full of great ideas!