Hard to be a good wife

After appeasing several younger sisters, Tang Yue saw Mrs. Hou standing behind, and hurriedly smiled and said, "How can I let my wife come out to greet her in person? Tang Yue dare not be that."

Mrs. Zhao said kindly: "You are a great hero of the Marquis of Liyang, why don't you dare to be, go in quickly, your grandmother and father are waiting."

Tang Yue tried his best to ignore the alienation and hatred hidden in her eyes, nodded and walked into the gate first, followed by a group of people, very impressive.

The people from King Zhao's Mansion followed behind carrying two suitcases, and a group of people poured into the hall, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the mansion. Except for the lanterns and festoons, the Hou Mansion was no different from holding a wedding.

"Let grandma and father worry." Tang Yue made a big gift, and the rules were much better than when he first came to Yecheng.

In King Zhao's mansion, besides learning how to read and write with Prince Zhao, he also learned some basic etiquette. Although kneeling and saluting is a bit awkward, kneeling to the sky, kneeling, kneeling to the king and kneeling to his parents are all necessary in the future.

I really don’t know how people’s knees are so long in this era. They kneel when they eat, drink, chat, and do things. What a pity for knees!

"Okay, it's good to be back, let someone serve the food quickly, and make up for it." The old lady beckoned Tang Yue to come to her, looked him up and down a few times, and found that not only was she a little fatter, but her complexion was also better than before many.

"It seems that Prince Zhao's mansion is supporting people."

Tang Yue rubbed his nose, his body was already thin, and he had walked on Huangquan Road, so of course his complexion was not good.

Moreover, he went to Prince Zhao's Mansion before raising him at home for a few days, and more than a month was enough for him to regain his good looks.

"It would definitely be better if we stayed at home." Tang Yue complimented, which made the old lady laugh heartily.

"You are the only one who can talk." Marquis Liyang glared at Tang Yue, but he was not angry at all.

Tang Yue asked people to lift up the two big boxes, opened them himself, and immediately the room was filled with golden light.

"This is the remuneration paid by Wang Zizhao, a total of [-] gold, the son keeps [-] gold for his own use, and the rest is given to the younger sisters as dowry."

There are five hundred gold pancakes in total, which is not light in weight. No matter what era it is, it is a huge windfall. Tang Yue roughly understood that ordinary people can live a lifetime of food and clothing with ten gold, and a hundred gold is enough If you live a well-off life, you can live luxuriously with five hundred gold.

"Yue'er, you are going to treat Wang Zizhao, how can you accept the reward from the Ninth Prince? This is too ignorant." Madam Hou taught with a sad face.

Although the Marquis of Liyang also hated that iron could not be made into steel, but the situation was already like this, and the gold could not be returned.

"Ma'am, you're worrying too much. This is what was agreed earlier in the morning. Both money and goods will be paid, and neither will be owed."

"You are really..." Mrs. Hou shook her head and sighed, with an expression of "I have nothing to do with you".

"Forget it, let's teach it slowly. Yue'er has this ability, and there will be opportunities in the future." The old lady obviously felt that it was too stupid for Tang Yue to exchange five hundred gold for Wang Zizhao's legs.

But a child who grew up in the country, what kind of human relations can you expect him to understand?I still don't know what Wang Zizhao thinks of their Tang Yue.

In this era that emphasizes elegance and character, everyone tries not to use gold and silver to solve things that can be measured without money.

The old lady sighed and ordered the butler to serve the dishes.

When the food was served, Tang Yue returned to his seat and found that the dishes and pastries were all the dishes and pastries he had made before, and the patterns had changed a lot, which showed that the cook had put in a lot of effort.

"Master Hou, should the three cooks sent by King Zhao's Mansion be sent back?" Mrs. Hou thought, since the money and goods are settled, the extra people and things must be returned.

Marquis Liyang was about to nod his head, when Tang Yue answered first: "No, the three cooks were given to my younger sisters by Wang Zizhao."

"What?" The three elders on the main seat were all startled, and Mrs. Hou asked even more excitedly: "Is it for your sister? Your Highness has taken a fancy to the daughter of our Hou family?"

Where does this follow?Tang Yue went to the black line, but seeing them looking at him expectantly, he had to explain: "No, it's just that Wang Zizhao heard that his son will cook for his sisters, so he specially sent three helpers."

To put it bluntly, the person still gave it to him, but the service object is the girl of their family.

"Is there really no other meaning?" Mrs. Hou asked unwillingly.

She looked at her daughters, who were as beautiful as flowers and jade, and felt unwilling. The elder daughter married the son of Heng Guogong, which was considered a high marriage, but the appearance of the prospective son-in-law was really not flattering.

If there was such a choice as Wang Zizhao, she would wish to kick that shit son.

"At Wang Zizhao's age, I'm afraid he is more compatible with A Wan. It's impossible to be a concubine, and it's not bad to be a concubine." The old lady began to plan, if their family can build up this relationship with Wang Zizhao , when Wang Zizhao comes to power in the future, the side wife will also have a good status.

What's more, their family's Awan has a graceful temperament, virtuous and generous, and is qualified enough to be Wang Zizhao's side wife.

Tang Yue looked at Tang Wan's shy look with her head bowed, and broke into a cold sweat. In his eyes, she was still at Hua Guduo's age, and she could even marry.

Thinking about Wang Zizhao's cold temper, what should I do if I always feel that he is not a good match?

"Hey, grandma, Wang Zizhao really didn't mean that. No matter how good the side wife is, she's still a concubine. It's better to find a real family member for Awan."

Marquis Liyang nodded in agreement, "Yue'er's words are reasonable, although Wang Zizhao is good, but once he ascends the throne in the future, the back court will be complicated, and A Wan may not be able to live well."

Tang Yue glanced at Father Cheap approvingly, it seems that the Marquis of Liyang is a sensible person in this family.

Putting this matter aside for the time being, Tang Yue ate a meal comfortably, and after the meal, he asked the butler to arrange accommodation for the guards sent by Wang Zizhao. From now on, these people will belong to him, and he will have to take care of them all.

When the Marquis of Liyang learned about this, he waved his hand and gave him another empty yard next to Tangyue's yard. There was a small lawn between the two yards, and the wild flowers and weeds were growing gratifyingly. It's a small world of its own.

Tang Yue suddenly felt that he had changed from a high-level white-collar worker to a manor farmer, and his local tyrant index had risen by more than one step.

Living in a small villa of thousands of square meters, there are four beautiful maids serving the daily life, and more than a dozen bodyguards. There is a luxury car to pick up and drop off when you first enter, and the capitalists are nothing more than that.

It's no wonder that in those time-travel novels, men like to make contributions as soon as they arrive in ancient times, and it's really cool to recruit a harem.

When Tang Yue woke up early the next morning, Tang Yue was having breakfast, when the butler came to him with a bunch of posts.

Posts in this era are very individual, and there are everything made of bamboo, wood, and cloth, and they are full of tricks.

The butler was about to introduce it to Tang Yue, when he saw that his young gentleman had read it by himself, and he seemed to be able to understand it.

It's only been a short month since I've seen you, but Mr. Xiao Lang has even learned the words, he's really a god!

"They all invited me?" Tang Yue asked in surprise. He just came back and hasn't paid attention to the news outside. It seems that his name has spread.

"Yes, before you were in Prince Zhao's Mansion, everyone was optimistic about the show. Now that you have cured Wang Zizhao's leg, you have become famous. There will only be more and more posts like this in the future."

Tang Yue didn't want to bind himself among these high-class families, and live a life of listening to ditties and bubble beauties.

"Uncle Quan, please help me to see which ones must go, and push the rest away." The housekeeper's surname is Zhang Mingquan, who looks older than Liyang Hou, but his actual age is a few years younger than him.

The butler had this in mind, and picked out three of them neatly, "One of these was sent by Zhen Guogong Zhao Sanlang. Given the relationship between you and Zhao Sanlang, you can't shirk it no matter what."

Tang Yue was still thinking, what is the relationship between himself and Zhao Sanlang?It's just an ordinary friend who met two or three times.

However, as one of his rare friends in this world, Tang Yue still has to give this little face, besides, he also wants to ask how his relationship is going.

"There is also a copy sent by Hengguo's mansion. I think you have to go if you don't want to."

Tang Yue came to his senses, "Mr. Heng?" That's not his brother-in-law's house, "Go! Of course! Why don't you want to go?"

Tang Yuezao thought about meeting this brother-in-law soon after listening to Liyanghou's words. Whether he was a puddle of mud or a dormant insect, he had to fully understand it before making a conclusion.

What's more, according to the Marquis of Liyang, the probability of retiring this marriage is extremely small, so we can't just sit and wait, we have to do something.