Strong pulling is not a business

On the second day after returning, Zhang Xi'an learned that he, the fresh eldest daughter-in-law of the Marshal's Mansion, had to carry the banner when her mother-in-law was pregnant, and be in charge of all the New Year's matters of the Marshal's Mansion.

Zhang Xi'an said to Liu Caiyun with an unchanged face, "I haven't received any education in this area at home, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for me."

"These trivial matters are not difficult, and Huang Mi will help you." Liu Caiyun said with a smile, "You have to worry about the family gatherings after the New Year and the new year, as well as the relationship between people during the Chinese New Year."

Zhang Xi'an looked at her blankly, "I don't have much experience in hosting parties."

"I've gained experience by holding a few shows." Liu Caiyun said, beating her waist with her hands. "During this period of time, I can't stand sitting for a long time, and I can't cheer up during the day. Fortunately, I have you now." Liu Caiyun put on a gesture of complete trust , Zhang Xi'an suspected that if he refused to continue, Liu Caiyun would faint and lie in bed to support the baby, so he could only accept this big trouble with a smile on his face.

Kuang Yaowei now thinks that he is much closer to Zhang Xi'an, and sleeps at night without a clear distinction between Chu and Han, sleeping with pillows next to pillows and arms next to arms.

It's a pity that Zhang Xi'an was in a bad mood today, so he threw Kwong Yaowei's pillow on the edge of the bed that was about to fall. As soon as Kwong Yaowei got close to him, he used his hands to resist him, showing obvious resistance.

"What's wrong?" Kuang Yaowei said pitifully, wrapped in a quilt.

"Your breathing is too close to affect my IQ, stay away, or go to sleep on the sofa." Zhang Xi'an said.

"It doesn't matter if you slept so close before." Kuang Yaowei said in a broken voice. He said that when he was in the inn in Furong Town, the bed there was only half the size of the bed at home.

Zhang Xi'an turned sideways, not wanting to talk to him.

"New Year's Eve is coming soon, and the recruits won't go home, what do you think I'll hold a fellowship party?" Kuang Yaowei asked.

"How do I know?" Zhang Xi'an said angrily. Recently, he found that his actions deviate from the goals he set at the beginning.

It is enough for him and the Kuang family to have an alliance of interests in business affairs. It is better to listen less and participate less in the private affairs of the Kuang family.

But now, the official business has not officially started. In private, he is like any new daughter-in-law, flattering his sister-in-law, helping her mother-in-law to prepare for the New Year, chatting with her husband in the private account, and advising him.

It seems too intimate.

How to leave after this?

"When your father decided on your marriage with me, did your mother agree or disagree?" Zhang Xi'an asked suddenly.

"I object, no, it should be disapproval, but my father soon convinced me." Kuang Yaowei said.

"Actually, your mother is someone who doesn't like being in charge of the house?" Zhang Xi'an asked again.

"How is it possible?" Kuang Yaowei said, "When the Marshal's Mansion was first established, my grandma was still the housekeeper, and the second and third uncles hadn't separated yet. Look now, it's really a promise."

"Then I'm surprised, why she gave me the housekeeper so easily, and gave me the key to the warehouse." Zhang Xi'an said.

"The key to the public treasury." Kwong Yaowei said, "It's for your favor during the Chinese New Year."

"Even if it's the key to the public treasury, it's not a bad street that anyone can get." Zhang Xi'an said, "I don't know why everyone thinks that I can handle it all. Do you remember that I have been a sick child for more than ten years? , I can count the parties I attended with five fingers."

"Even if you have never attended a party, my mother and I believe that you will hold a good party." Kuang Yaowei said, "I believe in you so much, probably because you are you, and people seem to love and trust you. For example, I Dad has always liked you very much, and my mother likes you more and more. I am afraid she has long forgotten that she wanted you to marry me. Ya Shu now thinks that you are the number one, that is me, and she was originally planning to treat you with a black face , it seems that it can't be done."

"You seem to have a magical power that makes people close, and everyone can't help but like you." Kwong Yaowei said very seriously and confused.

Looking at the handsome man under the soft yellow halo of the table lamp, Zhang Xi'an discovered for the first time the magic power of his dark and deep eyeballs that can suck people in, and his puzzled expression was so convincing.

Zhang Xi'an resisted the sinking of reason with all his heart. In the Zhang family, he was Chi Baoyue's treasure in the palm of his hand, and also the treasure of the Zhang family's isolation. He had met few people, and even fewer people talked recklessly in front of him.

Books told him that there is a language in this world called sweet talk, but they couldn't tell him the terrifying impact of this language.

Zhang Xi'an thumped the bed angrily, "Don't think that just saying a few nice words will just let me do the work for your Kuang family."

"What is our Kuang family and your Zhang's family?" Kuang Yaowei said, approaching quietly, with one arm on Zhang Xi'an's shoulder, "Now we are a family. You are my wife, mother's eldest daughter-in-law, and the Kuang family will be our two in the future. Mother has nothing to believe in you."

Zhang Xi'an snorted coldly, "Don't forget, I'm sick." I'm tired of panting, but you still make me work hard, why do you care?

"What's wrong, I think it's idle." Kuang Yaowei said, "We have stayed in Furong Town for about [-] days, and I always have a stuffy nose. Are you okay?"

"Because you have something to do there, not eating and sleeping, so you will naturally be healthy." Kuang Yaowei said, "Don't let yourself be idle, and worry about something in your heart. Don't always think that I am sick, and naturally I will be fine."

Zhang Xi'an wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, there seemed to be a mountain of evidence, so he simply said that Kuang Yaowei's words were rude, what did he eat and sleep offended him, and he elbowed him back.

"Oh my hand." Kuang Yaowei exclaimed in pain.

Zhang Xi'an looked back and saw that it had hit his injured hand. He touched it nervously, but said, "You just took off the triangle strap, so you can't be more peaceful."

The Chinese New Year is very light in Liu Caiyun's mouth, if he sends orders down, everyone below will do well.

But Zhang Xi'an was exposed to these things for the first time, so he naturally refused to be a blindfolded and deaf person.He unfolded a large white paper, called Huang Mi over, asked and answered one by one, spoke and wrote one by one.

From the Lunar New Year to the Lantern Festival, what are the fixed process items, and what did the Marshal's Mansion do in previous years.If you want to arrange something new, is there any taboo?

Zhang Xi'an wrote in lower case like a print, and the writing on the white paper was dense, but clear and well-organized.

"Master An, how can this calligraphy be as small as a pen!" Huang Mi exclaimed.

"It's nothing." Zhang Xi'an said calmly, "There is also a petty lower case, with even smaller characters."

There are countless sacrifices in the twelfth lunar month, and the first one is Laba.After Laba is the new year, Zhang Xi'an looked through the records, one of Kuang's usual Laba is to go to Guangfo Temple to do a rite of chanting scriptures and give alms, and the other is to go to the poor areas of the city to give porridge.

Zhang Xi'an nodded and asked people to continue as usual, "There is [-]% more incense in Guangfo Temple, please Bodhisattva to bless her mother and child." Zhang Xi'an confessed.

He had an idea in his mind that he had to discuss it with Liu Caiyun, "I think that the soldiers are the foundation of the house. During the holidays, give some warmth to the soldiers who can't go home. After thinking about it, they will be even more devoted to the commander in the future."

"You mean delivering Laba porridge to the military camp?" Liu Caiyun asked.

Zhang Xi'an nodded restrainedly.

"It seems like a good idea." Liu Caiyun said with a smile, "Since you think it's good, do it, don't ask me."

Is it right for you not to ask?