Chapter 6921 That's not surprising
"Huh? Earlier, your sister Xiuxiu came back and said that your uncle Yongqing was sick. I went to the old house to see what was going on." Yang Yongjin didn't hide it.
"Sick? But last night I saw that he was fine and lively... Oh no, he even pooped his crotch in my main room before leaving. Could it be that he got sick at that time, right?"
Luo Baobao opened his eyes wide in surprise, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he actively helped Yang Yongjin analyze the origin and precursor of the disease.
Yang Yongjin smiled bitterly, "Who knows, he usually doesn't pay attention to anything, just hot, cold, sour and sweet. He doesn't know how to take care of his body at all, and it's not uncommon to have stomach upset."
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Baby Luo puffed up his cheeks and nodded slightly, "Uncle, then go ahead."
Yang Yongjin took two steps, and Baby Luo suddenly caught up with him and thrust the umbrella in his hand into his hand.
"Uncle, hold an umbrella. One uncle has collapsed, but the other uncle cannot fall ill."
Yang Yongjin was very moved in his heart. He didn't even do much for his niece. Whatever she had done, she could think of him like this.
I usually have a carefree and boyish personality, but I didn’t expect that she could be so thoughtful, considerate, and filial. She is worthy of being the daughter taught by Qing’er and Tang Yazi.
"I apologize to you for what happened to your Uncle Yongqing last night." Yang Yongjin blushed, feeling very ashamed.
Although he and Yang Yongzhi heard the news last night and hurried over to help clean up the main room, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian refused to let them go, saying that they had already cleaned it up.
But I don’t dare to think about it. When I think about it, I can only think of it in two words: shame.
Yang Yongjin walked away holding the umbrella Luo Baobao stuffed in his hand, and Luo Baobao also turned back to Hongxiu. The two of them pulled up the hats on their cloaks and covered their heads, holding hands and hurried back to Luo Baobao. Home.
The Luo family’s backyard.
Luo Fengtang drank porridge since the morning and took some medicine before falling into a deep sleep.
I slept until the afternoon.
When he woke up, he found that his arm was being pressed by someone, and warm breath was blowing evenly on the back of his hand.
It is indeed Yang Ruoqing.
She lay beside the bed and fell asleep holding his hand.
Her hair hangs down like a waterfall, her delicate face is quite haggard, she hasn't slept all night, and there is a faint green shadow under her curled eyelashes.
Luo Fengtang remembered that before going to bed, he clearly asked her to take the children to celebrate the New Year, but she still stayed at home with him.
When he was in a daze, he vaguely felt someone feeding him water twice. He thought it was a dream, but now he thought it was really her.
This stubborn silly girl!
He couldn't help but touch her face lightly with his fingers.
Her face is soft, her skin is clean and smooth, and time seems to have been particularly kind to her, leaving no trace on her body.
Luo Fengtang stared at her sideways, all the love and affection in the world melted into his deep eyes, and the slight curve of his lips explained his satisfaction at the moment.
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Beijing.
Built in front of the British Palace.
Luo Xingchen stared at the plaque for a while, and waited until the door of the mansion opened, many servants and housekeepers walked out of the door, and the British Duke Zhao Shang appeared in person, then he opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.
“Young Master Luo has come to my humble abode, and the flowers are shining brightly.”
The British Duke Zhao Shang bowed his hands in salute when he came up. After he stepped forward quickly, he took Luo Xingchen’s hand, his face Lots of smiles.
Luo Xingchen had no choice but to put a smile on his face and say some pleasantries.
Then, the British father Zhao Shang began to introduce some important family members to Luo Xingchen... After a round, Luo Xingchen was dizzy and didn't remember anyone. He saw one after another with full marks. The face is shaking.
The main thing is that the British Duke Zhao Shang has a really large number of wives, concubines, and heirs in the backyard, dozens of them. They are all the master.
As for the serving maids and servants, it was even more dark.
After reading it, Luo Xingchen was not envious at all. Instead, he sympathized with the British Duke Zhao Shang.
How can this body tolerate it?
How can we solve the problem of a whole family?
Just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache.
After being polite on the surface, British Duke Zhao Shang took Luo Xingchen to a quiet room.
Luo Xingchen stepped in and looked at the surrounding walls.
The rooms here are decorated with low-key luxury and connotation!
It doesn't look splendid, but whether it's the hanging scrolls or the porcelain on display, they all have a lot of history... and some even have stories on them.
"Master Luo, please take a look, what do you think of my calligraphy?"
British Master Zhao Shang pointed to a calligraphy and painting hanging above, with a proud smile on his face.
"This is... the authentic work of the calligraphy sage Wang Sheng. It is rare!"
Luo Xingchen looked at it carefully. The words on it were majestic and self-contained, at least for calligraphy. Anyone who knows something should be able to tell that this is the authentic work of the calligrapher Wang Sheng.
The calligrapher Wang Sheng was a famous figure in the former Southern Dynasties. He became a saint while he was still alive. Later, his fame became more and more famous.
Today, he is the well-deserved leader in the calligraphy world.
“How much money do you think this calligraphy is worth?” British Duke Zhao Shang smiled and touched the neatly trimmed beard on his chin.
“This word is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured with money?” Luo Xingchen glanced at Zhao Shang in shock.
To be honest, he really didn't expect that British Duke Zhao Shang would ask such a question.
You must know that these are the calligraphy of the scholar Wang Sheng. Many people dream of obtaining the authentic calligraphy of the sage. This is unique and non-renewable.
How can gold, silver, jewelry, and metal currencies that are full of the smell of copper be compared with such priceless treasures?
"This word is indeed good, but you can't eat or drink...it's not practical enough." British Duke Zhao Shang sighed and continued, "Mr. Luo, look at the word. If I want to get rid of it, can you? Help me find a buyer with a high bid? Preferably someone from Daqi..."
"British Sir, you have a lot of shares in the World Business Alliance. You can get dividends every month, and you can make a lot of money. Wouldn't it be a pity to sell these calligraphy and paintings?"
Luo Xingchen suddenly felt that the British Duke Zhao Shang was very vulgar...
But this calligraphy and painting belongs to him, and he can deal with it however he wants, and he has no control over it.
"Young Master Luo, you don't know my difficulties..."
"The British Mansion has been passed down for three generations. It seems that the oil is cooked by fire and the flowers are blooming, but this is all obvious. On the surface... underneath, hey, it’s been eaten away a long time ago, and I’m short of money.”
The British Duke Zhao Shang stopped pretending, and instead showed a bitter smile.
"A hundred thousand taels of silver a month, a million taels of income a year, plus the British government's century-old accumulation, is this not enough? Is there still a shortage of money?" Luo Xingchen didn't believe it.
"It's really not enough. This huge British government needs to consume money and food, which is hard to measure..."
"Mr. Luo, you are one of our own. I hide this from others, but there is no need to hide it from you. Here is an account book from my British government , you will understand at a glance.”
British Duke Zhao Shang took out an account book from his sleeve. He came prepared. Everything that should be prepared in advance was already prepared. The purpose was to let everyone know. Luo Xingchen saw clearly, clearly.
(End of this chapter)