Chapter 126 Ningyuan Houfu’s plan
Mrs. Lao Hou looked indifferent: "If you don't go to Fu Jiajun, let him continue to be hated by everyone at home? Look at the families who are willing to get married recently."
There are no direct daughters from third-grade official families, and only those from fifth- and sixth-grade families who are willing to marry, and those who are difficult to get along with at first glance and whose family background is poor.
The better-off families are only willing to let their concubines marry, while their legitimate daughters are used to climb high branches.
The dignified Ningyuan Hou Mansion had fallen to this point, and Mrs. Hou knew that if no changes were made, Ningyuan Hou Mansion would be finished.
"But the young master has no heirs yet..." Mammy reminded hesitantly, thinking that she could still chase the carriage back.
Mrs. Hou glanced at Grandma: "Why do you think he has no heirs until now?"
Grandma was confused: "Why?"
Naturally, it was because His Majesty the Emperor did not want any more heirs from the Ningyuan Hou Mansion.
Ao Guangchun had a maidservant who was his eldest brother, but she could not give birth to a son before getting married, so the maidservant who was his eldest daughter kept drinking the soup.
When you get married, you will definitely want to spread the branches and leaves, the more the better.
However, some time ago, Ao Guangchun was carried back drunkenly outside, and it happened that Mrs. Hou's best friend in her early years, Doctor Meng, came to the capital.
Doctor Meng checked and found out: Ao Guangchun had been given the ultimate drug!
If he hadn't eaten it quickly and vomited it all because he was drunk, I'm afraid he would really have no descendants!
Among the people who dined with Ao Guangchun that day, for the first time, there was a member of the Forbidden Army who was most trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, and the captain of the Forbidden Army sat side by side with Ao Guangchun.
Madam Lao Hou was shocked and angry: She had kept such a low profile in order to protect her young son, but His Majesty was still worried...
Knowing the cause and effect of the incident, Ao Guangchun was frightened and impulsively promised to join the army.
Ao Jiajun did not dare to send it for fear of the emperor's fear, so he had to send it to Fu Jiajun.
Fu Chenan heard this and naturally cooperated, so he arranged the scene accordingly.
Since hiding one's strength and biding time is not going to work, then let's keep it secret...
In Ningyuan Hou's mansion, the Crown Prince's wife, who was dressed in plain white and was less than thirty years old, was bringing a tall and slender boy to pay her respects to the old Madam Hou.
After the ceremony, Mrs. Shizi asked the twelve-year-old boy to go to the next room first, leaving only the two widows, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, talking.
"Mom, has my uncle sent you away?" Mrs. Shizi asked softly.
"Send away." Mrs. Hou said with a tone of disappointment that could not be heard by outsiders.
She has a close relationship with her daughter-in-law and there is no need to hide it.
"I want my stepson to also go to the Fu Family Army." Mrs. Shizi said her intention.
But Mrs. Hou refused without thinking: "No."
Mrs. Shizi looked at her mother-in-law quietly: ...why.
Mrs. Lao Hou sighed: "No matter when, a country and its court cannot do without its civil servants and military generals."
"Since Chun'er has gone to join the army, my step-son will stay at home and study hard, and get a good name in the future. Then the uncle and nephew will be able to support each other..."
Mrs. Shizi was silent for a moment: "But I am worried about my stepson's safety."
Those people can give Ao Guangchun the ultimate heirloom, and they can also take action against Ao Chengjie.
Mrs. Hou had already had an idea: "My stepson is also twelve years old. Doctor Meng happens to be in the capital recently. Let him stay with Doctor Meng for two years."
"Even if you can only identify common drugs, it's still a self-defense skill."
"In addition, the seventh prince in the palace has recently been assigned to Fu Chenan as his disciple, and he will practice martial arts with him every day."
"I think my step son can also learn from the nursing school in the mansion. At least he can strengthen his body and have a better chance of escaping from the disaster if he encounters a little thief."
"Thank you, mother, for being considerate of your step-son."
...In the living room of Xiao Yingchun's house, Fu Chenan proudly told Xiao Yingchun the results of the matter. Xiao Yingchun was surprised by his high efficiency.
"We just talked about this two days ago and it's done today?"
Fu Chenan's chin raised slightly: "That's for sure!"
The little arrogant look made Xiao Yingchun couldn't help but laugh: "Zhuangzi with two hundred acres of land is so big! What are you going to plant?"
When he mentioned this, Fu Chenan's eyes sparkled: "Do you have any good suggestions?"
Xiao Yingchun thought for a while: "Planting fruit trees?"
Fu Chenan: "What fruit tree?"
"Does it snow a lot in winter over there? How long does it snow?"
Fu Chenan thought for a while: "Two or three months? It's very cold in winter, and the ground is frozen."
Xiao Yingchun has a clue: Southern fruits are definitely not suitable, but northern fruits are.
After searching on his mobile phone, Xiao Yingchun asked Fu Chenan: "Do you have cherries here? Pears? Apples?"
Fu Chenan looked at the picture and was very surprised: "There are all these things, but the ones in your picture are much bigger than the ones we have over there!"
It’s completely bigger than I’ve ever seen!
Xiao Yingchun smiled: Isn’t it just big?
The Fuji apple varieties introduced back from childhood have been improved many times, and cherries and pears are also the improved varieties that are selected from the best.
Regardless of the taste, size or output, it is not something that Fu Chenan's dynasty could have.
Xiao Yingchun cheerfully suggested: "This planting cannot be effective in one or two years. You have to be patient enough."
"No problem! I'm patient!" Fu Chenan nodded without saying anything.
Now that the weather is hot, it is not the season for planting fruit trees. Xiao Yingchun suggested that he wait until winter before planting. Now this season, he can prepare to harvest the crops in the fields...
After chatting with Xiao Yingchun for a long time, Fu Chenan felt confident and started eating happily.
Fu Chenan didn't take away the remaining wine, but put it in Xiao Yingchun's supermarket. He asked Xiao Yingchun with bright eyes: "Do you still have a little wine?"
Xiao Yingchun thought of her drunken state and shook her head decisively: "You drink, I'll just drink."
Fu Chenan then poured himself a drink and clinked glasses with Xiao Yingchun's drink. The two of them drank and ate dumplings.
Dinner time for two people is always so happy and relaxed...
A few more days passed, and the demolition signing in the village came to an end.
Those who watched others making trouble at first saw that nothing was going to happen, so they quickly started signing to get money.
Over and over again, Xiao Yingchun became one of the last households that did not sign, and the demolition temporary office finally became quiet.
Xiao Yingchun ushered in the first wave of demolition mobilization personnel.
The other party initially talked about the policy. After seeing Xiao Yingchun's newly renovated two-bedroom apartment on the second floor, he offered to compensate for part of the decoration.
Xiao Yingchun responded with a gentle but firm tone: "I don't want to demolish it. I just want to keep the old house my parents gave me."
The people from the demolition office don’t believe this: all the people who say they don’t want to do it are because they haven’t reached the psychological price.
So the elder brother wearing glasses bought a bottle of water and advised Xiao Yingchun.
"Ms. Xiao, if you have any conditions, just raise them. If you raise them, we will respond to the higher-ups. As long as the conditions are reasonable, the higher-ups will try to satisfy them. Do you think..."
Xiao Yingchun flatly refused: "I really don't want to demolish. You see, my house won't hinder other demolitions anyway. Why don't you just let me keep this house?"
Demolition office staff: "..."
"Yes, we won't demolish it!" Ge Chunyu's voice came suddenly, and everyone looked at Xiao Yingchun.