Chapter 422 Asking is happiness

  The capital, Wu'anhou Mansion.

  The son has made meritorious deeds again, and it seems that the emperor is lenient. The sharp sword hanging above his head was gone, and Marquis Wu'an's life has been quite comfortable recently.

  Drinking a little wine, he brought another concubine into the mansion, only sixteen, only a few years older than his eldest granddaughter. I also learned to raise a bird, and when I came back from the guard, I took the bird cage and went out for a walk.

  In the words of Mrs. Hou, this old man has become an old dude.

   Madam Hou didn't care at all about Wu'an Hou's reluctance to make progress. She is already a grandmother, and she has long since lost her mind about love and love. She prefers to sleep alone now, and there is one more person. good.

   Madam Hou saw very clearly that Master Hou will be like this in his life, and no matter how hard he tries, he won't be able to rise up. She is in charge of the middle class in the mansion. The eldest son is the eldest son, and the second son is promising.

   Mrs. Hou is too lazy to take care of it. Sometimes she even thinks: If there is not a brother-in-law who is outstanding in everything, Master Hou will not work hard because his status is threatened. If he was the only one in the residence, he might have become a rich dude who couldn't support his family.

  Compared to the present, even if the ability is mediocre, he still has the shadow of the old Hou Ye. Hou Ye is also a third-rank general, and he barely supported the family until his son grew up.

  Thinking about it, what else can Mrs. Hou not like? To be honest, as long as he doesn't act like a monster, let alone a concubine, she can accept ten or eight concubines without blinking her eyes.

   "Second Master is here!" Marquis Wu An, who was standing on the porch playing with the birds, heard the servant's greeting, and turned his head to see the second son striding forward, "Father."

  Marquis of Wu'an hummed, "You're on duty?"

   "Yes!" Wen Chengyao looked at the thrush in the cage, and said with a smile, "This little thing is really cute."

  Marquis Wu An nodded the thrush's small head, and said casually: "If it is because of its obedience, this bird is the same as a human. If it is not obedient, it will be enough to eat a few meals."

  Wen Chengyao looked admiring, "It's still the father who sees clearly, and the son is educated."

  Wu'anhou said this casually, and seeing his son Rumu's eyes, he couldn't help feeling complacent, asked about his errand with concern, and gave some pointers.

  Wen Chengyao was delighted and wanted to make fun of him. For a while, his father was kind and his son was filial and tender.

  While talking, Wen Chengyao changed the subject, "Father, my son is licking his face and begging for something from his father today." He was shy and embarrassed.

   "Oh, what is it?" Marquis Wu'an loved this son the most, so he asked with a pleasant face.

Wen Chengyao said: "The third brother sent the wine back, and the son was lucky enough to share a jug. The son invited his friends to taste it together, and somehow it spread to the ears of the Commander. He saw his son this morning and mentioned the wine. , my son is not good at refusing, so I have to send my idea to you."

   "Commander Wang?" Marquis Wu An asked.

  Wen Chengyao nodded, "Yes, it's Commander Wang."

  Marquis Wu An naturally knew this person, he was the commander of the Jinwu Guard, and he was also a good drinker. If he could sell a favor, his son's official career would go much smoother. He has no objection to his son doing what he likes, and even thinks it's right for him to do so.

  But wine...he only has two jars, and he gave half of the jars to General Song of Shangfeng, plus the ones he drank, he only has half of the jars left. He would not part with even one pot.

  Seeing his father's reluctance, Wen Chengyao pretended not to know how much he had earned, so he only said softly: "I heard that my son was sent to the Ten Altars of the Mansion..." with an aggrieved expression of "You don't even want to give a pot to your son, do you?"

  Wen Chengyao is also a chicken thief, not to mention that the youngest is filial to his parents, but only that he was sent to the mansion. Since it was sent to the mansion, everyone should have a share. The aunt only gave him a pot, how to fool the ghost?

   Didn't say a word of dissatisfaction, but the dissatisfaction was clearly revealed.

  Ten altars? Marquis Wu An narrowed his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable. Since there are ten altars, he doesn't need to care about this half altar.

Marquis Wu'an pressed his brows together, and said to his second son: "Since Commander Wang raised it on his own initiative, you are right not to refuse. It is good for your future if you manage to go up the peak. You can't take out even a pot. The remaining half of the altar weighs about ten catties, so you can take it."

  Wen Chengyao was overjoyed and said gratefully, "Thank you, father."

   "What can I thank you for?" Marquis Wu An waved his hand, "You can have a good future, so you can rest assured as a father."

   "Father!" Wen Chengyao's face was moved, the corners of his eyes were reddish, and private water flashed, "Father, don't worry, my son will definitely live up to your expectations."

  Marquis Wu'an nodded with satisfaction. This second son is still very filial.

  Wen Chengyao was very happy. He thought it would be nice to have a jug of wine, but he didn't expect to get half a jar of wine. What a surprise! Of course, he was even more proud of putting eye drops on his aunt.

  His good aunt, since the third child got married, she has become more and more stingy. After the third child left Beijing, she didn't even bother to put on a show, and became more and more mean. He also said that when the third foreigner took office, the income of the mansion would be reduced, and expenditure should be cut. It seems that the Hou Mansion is supported by the third child alone.

  Just as Wen Chengyao hoped, Wu Anhou went to the backyard with a sullen face.

  Mrs. Hou was reading the account book. When she heard the maid's voice, she raised her head and saw Master Hou coming in. She smiled and said, "Master Hou is here." With a glance in her eyes, the obedient maid served tea.

  Marquis Wu An drank a few sips of tea, and asked casually, "What did you say in the family letter last time?"

Mrs. Hou's eyes flickered, "Isn't it the fact that his wife is pregnant and he wants a cook? You don't know about the third child? His mouth is like a clam shell, and he didn't have anything to say to us when we were in Beijing. This time Most likely, there is really no other way, otherwise, I wouldn’t have sent letters home to Beijing.”

  Marquis Wu'an thought about the temperament of the third son, and it was really the same as what she said. After taking a few more sips of tea, he said again: "Didn't you say that the third child brought back ten jars of wine? You can give me a few more jars, I will be useful."

  Madam Hou finally realized that he came here for the wine, who is gossiping in front of him again? Can't run away from that wilting **** from the second room!

   "Ah, the third child sent back ten jars of wine, but they are gone now." Mrs. Hou said very calmly.

   "Why is it gone, I only have two altars..." Marquis Wu An couldn't help raising his voice.

Mrs. Hou was not annoyed at all, and she shared with him calmly, "Your Majesty has two jars here. My son is in poor health, but the wine doesn't have much stamina, so he can drink it. I gave him one jar. I'm in my mother's house, so I have to give one to him." Let’s go to the altar to show filial piety. The youngest couple are not in the capital, but they can’t let go of their relationship, so they have to send two altars to their in-laws, right? And the youngest’s mentor, Mr. He from Dali Temple, don’t they all have to give some?”

After a pause, the expression on her face became softer, "There are many ten altars, so one point, wouldn't it be gone? Oh, and the second and fourth, I think they are all from my own family. It's fine to taste the pot, but it's more important to be courteous. Master Hou said it right?"

  Wu An Hou can say that it is wrong?

   There was a lot of anger in his heart, but he couldn't vent it. Back in my yard, I regretted it so much, I knew that I would have given my second son a pot.

   Whoops, his half-jar of wine! Distressed!

  The heartbroken Marquis Wu An immediately wrote a family letter to his third son, and the letter only asked for wine.

As soon as Marquis Wu'an left, the smile on Madam Hou's face also disappeared, and she ordered lightly, "Go, pass on my words, those who serve by Marquis' side will deduct two months' money." She frowned, "The one who just entered the door Auntie and Auntie Ding will be punished as well." Asking makes me happy.

   If the master did something wrong, it must be the fault of the people around him. Who told you not to stop him? It doesn't hurt to be fined.

  She has nothing to do with Lord Hou, can't she deal with a few slaves?

   In fact, the distribution is not finished, there are still three jars in the warehouse. She was leaving favors, but she didn't give that much away. For such a rare thing as wine, the third child uses large wine jars, each weighing twenty catties, and she is not stupid, so how could she give away so much? It would be enough for a family to send five catties.

   According to the book of the third family, wine is especially good for women. She drank it for a few days and slept soundly. She wanted to keep the remaining three altars for herself to drink slowly, so what would she do for others? Have you raised your body to work blindly?

  Go to Xiaoxiang Academy to see the update.

   Ask for a monthly pass! He He found out that his monthly pass was so low!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)