Syndicate Growth Manual

When Fan Yu opened her eyes early in the morning, she woke up from the cold.She propped up her cold body with one jade arm, only to realize that she was sleeping on the edge of the wide couch at some point.She hastily pulled a thin fur coat over her body and turned around, and found the instigator in amazement.

I saw a handsome man lying on his side in the depths of the couch, with a high nose and deep eyes, a handsome silhouette, and a head of black hair flowing like fine ink between the porcelain pillow and the couch, and in the arms of this handsome man, there was a man of no more than five years curled up. The boy, who was [-] years old, had fat white arms drawn in front of him, and two chubby legs like white radish squeezed arrogantly between the slender and strong legs of the handsome man. Obviously, he instinctively felt that the place was the warmest.

Fan Yu smiled helplessly, and didn't call anyone in, first covered the father and son with the thin quilt, and then went to bed alone to put on clothes and accessories.

She has been married to her husband for more than five years. Although she was pregnant during this period, she was too young to keep it. After that, her stomach did not move for several years.If you follow the women's training, you should give your husband two concubines, but your husband refused and asked her to stop mentioning this matter.

On the one hand, it was Wang Ji's coercion at the beginning, and on the other hand, the shameful idea of ​​monopolizing her husband, these two things made her entangled endlessly.At the beginning, Wang Ji fell in love with Zhao Chen, and wanted to marry the Zhongjun Mansion, but the monarch saw through her idea, and directly gave her as Wang Ji's female history to Zhao Chen... Wang Ji was deeply humiliated, furious, and pinched her She poured medicine into her neck, and ordered her to try to get Zhao Chen to abandon her...

Fan Yu sat in front of the dressing table in a daze, stroking her stomach very lightly with one hand.It stands to reason that she was drugged... The child somehow ended up in her womb, but it's a pity that the relationship was shallow after all... She also knows the deep meaning of the monarch, but once a woman gets married, shouldn't she regard her husband as heaven?

Over the past few years, she saw that Zhao Chen only had pity and doting on that child, and besides, she would not have any flesh and blood of her own in the future. The child grew up in her hands, so she was close to her anyway, and she would have someone to rely on in the future.

Thinking about it this way, what are the thoughts of the monarch and the princess?

After all, she is just a blunt woman, and it is normal that she cannot understand the deep meaning of the nobles.

Fan Yu walked out the door lightly, and was served by four maidservants after serving the court food, and then went to deal with trivial matters in the inner house.Such as managing servants, assigning housework, entertaining guests, and even driving around, inspecting fields and villas, etc., these things were originally done by Lu Hui. She took over a few years ago and entered the circle of wives in Jiangcheng. Doctor Qing and all the nobles and nobles in the city created a wife and vine concubine of the Zhao army.Zhao Chen is not obsessed with female sex. Although there is not much affection between the two of them, Zhao Chen has given her the respect and decency that should be given to her.

A moment after Chenchu, Zhao Chen woke up without a trace of sleepiness in his eyes.Before he lowered his head, he felt a soft and warm mass in his arms, and a slight smile appeared on his usually serious face.

"Anu, it's time to get up." He patted his son's little butt lightly, it was dry and tender, at least he didn't wet the bed anymore.

Zhao Yuan woke up from his sweet dream, and heard his handsome father's shouting, he groaned in pain, and buried his big head deeper into Zhao's father's strong chest.It is inhumane for a five-year-old to wake up before six o'clock every morning!It affects his brain and bone development very much!

It's a pity that although the body is exhausted, the stomach does not allow it, and it has long been yelling.

The eldest son of the Zhao family opened his eyes helplessly, his thick black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his white and tender fat face was full of displeasure.

"Father, the child wants to change clothes." Nensheng said in a childish voice.

Zhao Chen leaned his head sideways and looked at his son Zhao Yuan with great interest. Every time Zhao Yuan got angry with him, he would call him "father" solemnly, but he always relied on him on weekdays. The barking, or the joking name of the lieutenant general, never a good honorific title.However, he lost his parents since he was a child, and he failed to be filial to his parents, and he has no other children, so there is no comparison.

"Yesterday, I could write big characters. I didn't check it because my father came home late." He reached out and tugged at his son's pajamas, which seemed to be causing trouble on purpose.

"I wrote it!" Zhao Yuan patted him away with a small hand, and straightened his clothes with a puffy face.When it was over, he dragged Zhao Chen's big wooden clogs and walked towards the back of the screen, seemingly quite independent.

Zhao Chen smiled slightly and didn't get up.Five maidservants who heard the movement in the room filed in and circled around him. When Zhao Yuan came out from behind the screen, his father was already well-dressed and sat on the couch in good condition, waiting for him alone.

"Go and wash Da Lang." He said casually.

Several maidservants stepped forward skillfully, holding pots and pots, and there was almost no noise during their movements.Although Zhao Yuan didn't like it, he got used to it after a few years. As long as he straightened his arms, someone could pick him up even in his pants without moving his toes.Except for Li Qiuyuan, these maidservants are all dowry maidservants of his mother Fan Ji, and if there is no accident, they will usually be brought into the master's back house as concubines.It's a pity that his cheap father has always kept himself clean, except for studying the few military books in the study, and playing with long spears in the martial arts arena, he has almost no other hobbies.

Zhao Yuan squinted at a maid named Chuncao who was arranging his wide sleeves, and clicked tut in his heart, beautiful!Even I, who is used to seeing beauties with plastic surgery in later generations, have to give a thumbs up!This is the most beautiful beauty of this era, with long eyebrows and thin eyes, a plump nose and cherry lips, delicate complexion, and a petite figure... I finally know why people in those paintings of beauties all look the same, what is the standard of beauty!

After getting ready, Mou Yuan consciously moved towards the lieutenant general, and the lieutenant general, who was full of pampering skills, embraced him in his arms.

"Is it pretty?" Zhao Chen asked nonchalantly.

Hmm, Zhao Yuan nodded foolishly before he regained his composure.Startled, she looked up at him angrily.

"Father hates it!"

Zhao Chen laughed a few times in a low voice, Li Qiu led a few maidservants to bow their heads and exited the door, and the maidservant named Chuncao also had the number one expression on her face when she entered the topic of father and son, and retreated with everyone .It is not once or twice that the lieutenant general molested the eldest son like this. The man who is usually deep, serious and silent, has gradually become what he is today after the eldest son grows up day by day...

"To take a rest for father today, where do you want to go?" Zhao Chen lowered his head and asked his son.

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, he thought about it seriously, but felt bored again.This era is too early. Even Jiangcheng, the capital city, seems to him to have wide streets, but the ground is not paved with bluestone, and dust is flying when people come and go... There is no juggling or theater building, anyway, in the novel The entertainment that existed in ancient times is not available in this era.If you ask Zhao Chen, these ancient aristocratic scholar-bureaucrats only know some comedians and beautiful people.boring.

Seeing his son becoming listless again, Zhao Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"I heard that there is a new restaurant opened in a small city in the west. The plum juice and cinnamon juice in it are very famous. There are also some southern dishes. I heard that there is a dish called Yaoyu, which is very delicious..."

Zhao Yuan couldn't listen to anything anymore, and his neck was drooling.If there is anything that comforts him in this era, it is the food culture, which is not as backward as he thought, on the contrary, everything that should be available, as a privileged class, food will not be restricted by the times at all!For example, a soup that he and Zhao Chen both love to eat is called Guiyang soup, which is stewed with the most tender parts of turtle meat and lamb meat.

Every year when the seasons change, Fan will work with a group of maidservants to tailor clothes for him, and this year is no exception.Before going out, Zhao Yuan went to Tangli Courtyard to pay respects to his aunt Fan, and was caught by Fan and measured his body to make clothes.

In this era, it still pays attention to "establishing a son to be a elder rather than a virtuous one, and establishing a son to be noble rather than a elder", only the eldest son of the descendant has the right to inherit the family business.Ordinarily, the Fan family should not pay attention to Zhao Yuan, the eldest son of the concubine, and should be hostile to him, but for so many years, the Fan family has always regarded him as a parent and raised him, and did not deliberately spoil him.

Although his father told him that Fan's kindness to him was because she would not have children herself, and would have to rely on him to make a living in the future, but he was not a person who didn't know good from bad, and he and Fan's had gotten along quite a bit these years. some feelings, but also respect her.

"Hey, father, can you tell your mother that two or three changes of clothes a season are enough, why bother mobilizing people like that?" He climbed into the car and complained to Zhao Chen who was sitting in it.

Zhao Chen didn't take it seriously, and hugged his son in his arms with his long arms: "That's your mother's wish, you just follow it."

Zhao Yuan quietly rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: That is, anyway, the person who was rubbed over and over again is not you, grandpa.

Then again, it seemed that Aunt Liqiu had always prepared his father's clothes, and Fan's family couldn't interfere.So he always wondered if Li Qiu was his father's bed warming girl or something...

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Chen squeezed his son's fat arm like a lotus root, seeing his little boy's eyeballs rolling non-stop, cunning and cute, he couldn't help falling in love with him.

"I'm thinking about Aunt Liqiu," Zhao Yuan gave him a sideways glance, "Auntie is getting old, we should also find a marriage for her."

Zhao Chen brought up his son single-handedly. It can be said that Zhao Yuan knows what shit the other party wants to suck.

He patted his son's butt lightly: "When will it be your turn to take care of the people around the father?"

Zhao Yuan sat on his father's big hand in dissatisfaction, and his buttocks were still rolling back and forth on it.He scratched his fat paws solemnly: "Father, you can't say that. Although Aunt Liqiu is your person, she finally took care of me and I have to think about her."

"Nonsense!" Zhao Chen simply didn't know whether to be angry or happy, but at the age of five, how can he speak the truth, and he still speaks clearly.

Fortunately, the West Market will arrive soon, and horses are not allowed to drive in the city, so Zhao Chen got out of the car with his son, and the family will drive the carriage to the Chema Pavilion, while the other two families will follow behind the father and son and merge into the Among the bustling crowd in West Market.

The author has something to say: Anu is not a nickname, but a nickname for his son.