Chapter 272 Big House in the Town
The day Shen Yu left the imperial capital, the snow stopped, and a warm sun shone bright light through the clouds.
On the city tower of the imperial capital, King Anding looked up at the distance. He had been in a military life, wearing a blue-gray regular dress and his back was straight.
Shen Yu rode on the back of the horse, turned his head, raised his hand and waved to King Anding on the city tower.
The father and son who looked at each other from a distance had no extra words, but they all saw worries and concerns in their eyes.
I don’t know when they meet again after years.
*
In the general's mansion, the old lady sat on the corridor holding a hand stove, and she raised her hand to point at the osmanthus trees in the yard.
"As soon as Yu'er left, these osmanthus trees were all lost. I don't know if I could survive this winter."
Zhao sat down at the old lady's hand, and when she heard this, she paused the Nu Hong's hand.
"The trees in winter are not energetic. It will be fine when spring opens and sprouts are born."
The old lady didn't agree, and yawned and started dozing off, sleeping in a daze. She murmured:
"I don't know how long it will take for Yu'er to go this trip. Can I wait until the day he returns?"
The old lady spoke very little, but Zhao, who was very close, could hear it clearly.
But Zhao did not dare to answer this.
Seeing that the old lady was asleep, Zhao sent someone to bring a blanket over and carefully covered the old lady.
The yard is very quiet. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the thin snow on the branches falls down.
Zhao's personal maid Ling'er walked quickly to Zhao on Luo Xue.
Ling'er handed a letter to Zhao.
There are no words on the envelope, but there is a light-colored orchid in the lower right corner, which is the mark agreed upon by Zhao's father and her.
Zhao looked back at the sleeping old lady, and walked to the corner with the letter to take it apart.
A moment later, Zhao threw the letter paper into the stove in the main room. The letter paper encountered an open fire and turned into ashes in an instant.
Seeing that Zhao's face was heavy, Ling'er lowered her voice curiously and asked, "Madam, is there something wrong?"
Zhao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:
"The Lord has given General He a marriage."
"General Who?"
Ling'er didn't remember who General He was for a moment.
It took her a while before she remembered.
General He is the elder brother of the Empress, the general who has been stationed in Fengcheng for many years and has formed a juncture with General Shen to defend Mobei.
Ling'er asked, "Which noble lady has given to General He?"
Zhao said, "Princess Jiarou."
Upon hearing this, Ling'er was shocked, "Princess Ke Jiarou is not a pair with Lord Meng..."
Zhao shook his head and sighed: "Where can women make decisions on their own? Whether they like it or not is never something that the superiors need to consider when making decisions."
Ling'er couldn't understand, but she couldn't help asking more, "What about Lord Meng?"
Zhao raised a sarcastic smile, "Mr. Meng has been favored by the emperor again. After the Minister of Revenue retires and returns to his hometown, Mr. Meng... will become Mr. Meng."
Such a young Lord Shangshu is also unique in Duanchao.
Ling'er took a deep breath, feeling more and more that the feelings between people are nothing compared to actual interests.
Zhao frowned and reminded: "My father said in the letter that there may be something wrong with the imperial capital. I asked me to stay in the door with the excuse of accompanying the old lady to burn incense and worship Buddha. I should try to stay away. You should also be more alert and never have any disputes with people outside."
Ling'er responded ignorantly.
*
Two years later.
In Xiangyun Town, something big happened in the past two days. It is said that the family finally moved into the big house that had been empty for more than ten years.
It is said that the family is very big. When they moved in, even the guards came to pay their respects with gifts. However, the owner of the family seemed to have a bad temper. He was driven out with gifts from the guards.
Wen Wan had just sat on the dining table in an independent courtyard near the town and told her all the news in half a month.
In the past two years, half a month has become more capable and has successfully penetrated into the village intelligence station. Anything that has been disturbed in the town can't escape her eyes.
At a low table, Wen Wan and Ban Yue sat opposite each other. Next to them, a two-year-old fat guy was holding a big chicken leg, his mouth full of oil.
Wenwan took the brocade handkerchief and wiped the fat man's mouth. Then she asked:
"Oh? He drove out the guards? He must be either rich or noble. But what is the origin of it?"
It doesn't matter how curious it is, it's purely careful to make the ten thousand-year-old ship.
Xiangyun Town is very remote. Not to mention people outside, even news from outside rarely spreads here.
A big man suddenly came to the peaceful town, so you should be more cautious.
Banyue smiled proudly, "Of course I found out, there is no news in this town that I can't find out now."
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Hearing this, Wen Wan burst into laughter.
The fat man beside him saw her smiling, and he also smiled, "Aunt Yue's eyes are sharp, Aunt Yue has long ears. Aunt Yue is chatting about gossip, and it hits the big wall!"
When Banyue heard this, she raised her hand and pinched the fat man's cheek.
"Yan Sui, even you dare to laugh at me?"
Yan Sui's greasy little fat hand pushed Bai Yue's arm, curled the corner of her mouth, turned her head and complained to Wen Wan.
"Mother, Aunt Yue bullies our orphans and widows..."
Before the fat man could finish his words, Wen Wan covered his mouth.
"Wen Yansui! Don't talk nonsense, orphans and widows are not used like this."
Wenwan was so angry that she wanted to laugh.
The little fat man Wen Yansui pulled her hand away, feeling quite dissatisfied.
"But I clearly heard the aunt next door tell my uncle that we are orphans and widows, and we are pitiful."
Wenwan: “…”
In this feudal society, there was no man at home. No matter how happy and moist she thought she was, she was the most pitiful one in the eyes of the people around her.
Wen Wan cleared her throat, touched Yan Sui's head, and said seriously:
"Auntie is wrong. We are not pitiful at all. My mother opened the largest snack shop in the town. The money you earn can make you eat meat every day. Those who can't eat meat are pitiful."
"Eat meat?"
Yan Sui's round eyes lit up, as if she had only remembered that the chicken legs had only been eaten halfway. He happily held the chicken legs and started to chew them again.
After being interrupted by the fat man, Wen Wan almost forgot about her business.
"Tell me, what is the origin of that family?"
Banyue replied slowly, "I heard from the guard's daughter that the family was a wealthy businessman from the south, and there were still people in the clan who were officials in the court. This time, the young master of the family went out for a trip and was blinded by a hornet. Then he wanted to find a quiet place to recover from his wounds."
"I heard that the young master couldn't accept the fact that he was blind, and his temper became very irritable. The maids and mothers around him were all whipped by him and were beaten back. Now there are only three or five servants left in the house."
Halfway through the words, half a month seemed to remember something.
"By the way, there was a notice posted at the door of the house these two days. I am looking for a cook who is good at cooking. The monthly money I gave is this amount."
Half a month exaggeratedly stretched out a palm.
(This chapter ends)