Respect the little husband [farming]

forecourt.

Shen Wenxuan sat in the hall and stared at the painting in his hand. After a while, the candle near the table lit the corner of the painting, watched it being swallowed by the flames bit by bit, and threw it to the ground when it was about to burn his fingers. reduced to ashes.

Jiao Shihan glanced at his hands, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his fingers were in good shape. He picked up a spoon and dug a piece of cake in his hand, and handed it to his mouth, with a sweet smile on his face, he said, "Don't be angry, okay?" good?"

Shen Wenxuan looked at the smile at the corner of his mouth, sighed helplessly, opened his mouth and ate the cake he handed over, it was so sweet, he couldn't help but coughed once or twice after eating, picked up the tea on the table and pressed his mouth taste.

Jiao Shihan sneaked a glance at the green sleeves kneeling on the ground and the servant who was punished to jump the frog outside. All the servants in the family were trembling at this moment, for fear that Shen Wenxuan's anger would hit them.

"They have already danced back and forth ten times, so don't let them dance again?" Jiao Shihan begged for mercy on their behalf, and quietly patted the green sleeve kneeling at her feet, making her stand up.

"They didn't do enough to take care of the house. A big living man lay on the wall and watched for a long time, but no one noticed it. Those who didn't know thought that there was no one in my house, so they should be punished." Shen Wenxuan said, rare Jiao Shihan Pleading did not soften the half point.

Holding him over and putting him on his lap, Shen Wenxuan raised his hand and touched his forehead. It was not as hot as last night, and asked, "How do you feel today? Do you have a headache?"

"My head didn't hurt," Jiao Shihan leaned against his neck, "It's just that I had a little fever last night. Don't worry all the time. I'm in good health."

Drink your medicine, eat well, and sleep well, and everything will be fine.

Do you know how scary you were last night?Shen Wenxuan thought about it, and raised his hand to pinch his cheek. Last night, he kept yelling hot, hot, hot, and he still couldn't wake up. The bedding under him was soaked with sweat.

He didn't dare to go out until he felt better after drinking the medicine, but he saw the kid surnamed Lin earlier when he came back.

Shen Wenxuan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, lowered his eyes and kissed the tip of A Jiao's nose, and carried him back to the backyard.

The people in the front yard breathed a sigh of relief, but the steward was watching, and those who knelt and the frog jumped didn't dare to stop. When Wang Muze came back from the outside and saw the situation in the yard, his mind froze for a moment, and he called the steward to ask : "What's going on?"

"Young master is angry, you are punishing him." The steward said, pointing to the wall outside the courtyard.

"The eldest son of the Lin family has a dissolute nature. He usually likes to visit those brothels and Chu houses. If you don't provoke us, who cares about him? As a result, the eldest son Lin didn't want to be shameless this time. He was lying in our back garden. You are peeping on the wall, and our son bumped into him, can you not get angry?"

"Master Lin? Lin Mu?!" Wang Muze was startled, then frowned, "This bastard——"

After looking around at the people in the yard and then at the steward, Wang Muze couldn't help cursing: "How do you manage the steward? Then ordinary servants in the back garden can't get in, can't you still get in? You—"

"What's the matter?" Zhao Er asked, interrupting Wang Muze's questioning. He and Yan Qi came back from the outside together. When they saw the whole courtyard kneeling and jumping, they were as dazed as Wang Muze had just entered the door.

These days, they were sent by Shen Wenxuan to control and teach the refugees who were resettled on the barren slopes in the west. In the first half of the day, they led people to help them build houses and plow the fields, and in the second half of the day, they gathered a group of young and middle-aged men to practice martial arts. They didn't know what happened. ?

Wang Muze still had something to report to Shen Wenxuan, so he didn't have time to linger here, so he flung his sleeves and said angrily, "Ask him!"

The steward could only repeat it tremblingly. Dr. Zhao, who was drinking tea in the hall, looked over, looked at the two of them and said:

"The servants in this yard were all trained by you. Look at the two of you who have only been away for a few days, and they are so lazy. They are lying on the wall and almost finished their paintings. No one goes out to the back door to take a look. Let's go together." Doesn’t the alley leading to the back door belong to this family?”

Yan Qi pursed his lips and raised his leg to kick his subordinate who was in charge of others: "Frog jumping? Get up! Come with me to the outer wall to fence with iron hooks. Let me see who dares to lie on the wall? I will beat the other if I lie down. "

Zhao Er clasped his arms and turned his head to look at the person who took the lead. The person noticed Zhao Er's gaze and stood up hesitantly. Zhao Er gave him a shudder, and said angrily: "Why doesn't the other consul not When you are useful, you are not very useful, you two are brothers and sisters?"

The man covered his head and didn't dare to say anything, and followed Zhao Er disheartenedly to hang the iron hook net.

Hanxuan Courtyard.

Shen Wenxuan put a piece of water tofu into A Jiao's bowl, and said, "You mean our goods can't reach Jiangnan?"

Wang Muze swallowed the old duck soup in his mouth, nodded and said: "The goods can still be sold, but we can't open our own Liulifang in the south of the Yangtze River unless there is a guide from the magistrate, and I heard from Yang Duotou that many refugees are in the south of the Yangtze River. Sneaking in by boat, but most of them are the same as when we came to Yuzhou, and they still have some property, but I am worried that there will be Qiang people—”

Jiao Shihan paused with his chopsticks, and Shen Wenxuan noticed it, and took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly: "Don't worry, the Qiang people look different from us, so they can't get in easily."

Jiao Shihan nodded, took a bite of the tofu that A Xuan made for him, it was very tender.

Although the Qiang people can't get in easily, but if he is a Qiang, Yuzhou's terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, he will definitely choose to attack from the inside, Shen Wenxuan thought, but it is still too early for him to care about this matter.

"How are you doing with Fuping Street and Chunxi Road?" Shen Wenxuan asked.

"Don't we just live in Fuping Street? Next to it is Chunxi Road. Chunxi Road is okay, there are many empty houses and shops, but Fuping Street has Tingshulou, Yulou, etc. The shops and houses here are very good. They are in high demand, and there are not many left, but some poorly managed ones can be bought with a little more money.”

Jiao Shihan was puzzled and asked, "Why buy so many houses and shops?"

Shen Wenxuan wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief: "Change it into a snack street or a commercial street, so that Ajiao can go shopping without taking a carriage."

The most important thing is safety. The two streets near his home are his people, and he wants to see who dares to play wild under his nose.

Jiao Shihan pursed her lips, happy in her heart, and gave him the bamboo shoots in her bowl. Shen Wenxuan smiled, and without piercing his little Jiujiu, picked up the bamboo shoots he didn't like and ate them himself.

Wang Muze sat on the side and kept eating without looking at the two of them, otherwise he would have been full, but after eating three bowls, he still couldn't hold back, so he couldn't help but said, "Young master...you shouldn't have What about that bastard Lin...?"

Dead or crippled...a little bit of trouble.

Shen Wenxuan thought about the blood on the stick that hit Lin Shu, and the location of the hit, and replied: "Probably not, it's cheaper for him."

After speaking, he exchanged meaningful glances with Wang Muze. Wang Muze understood immediately, and there was one more routine work.

At this time, the Lin family.

Lin Mu lay on the bed and passed out.

"Doctor, what's the matter, my son?" Lin Mao asked anxiously, his rich face was sweating with anxiety, his three generations of the Lin family were single heirs, but there was nothing wrong with such a single seedling.

The doctor frowned and looked at the wound on his back. After it was carefully bandaged with medicine, he moved his arms and legs. After some reactions, he said, "Young master can still be saved. As long as you take good care of the wound and heal the broken bones, it should be fine. It will be paralyzed, but the movement may be limited in the future."

"What?! Paralyzed?!" Lin Mao turned pale with fright, and the wives, old wives, young wives, and concubines around him wept terribly, like howling.

"It's not paralysis," the doctor explained, "it's just that the place where he was poked was a bit tricky, and it went straight to the spine, but fortunately, the poke wasn't deep, and the son is only fractured, not broken. He should be raised for a few months." It won't be a big problem."

The old lady cried and scolded wildly: "It's all hurt to the bone, how can there be no problem? Oh, my good grandson, who is the bastard who made you suffer so much?"

"Mother, don't worry," Lin Mao looked around anxiously, kicked Lin Mu's servant, and said sharply, "How do you take care of the young master? Tell me! What's going on?! "

Lin Mao's father, the trainer Lin Miao, sat by the bed and looked over, with a gloomy expression.

The little servant didn't dare to hide anything, knelt on the ground trembling and told the story.

There was a sudden silence in the room, Lin Miao looked up at the doctor, and said, "Our Lin family still has family affairs to deal with, so we don't need to bother the doctor. Maoer will send the doctor out."

Lin Mao responded, and before sending the doctor out, he stuffed him with a money bag, and said, "Just pretend you never heard what you said just now, and the money should be used to buy wine for you, doctor."

The doctor understood what he meant, there would always be shady things in this deep boudoir, he had long been used to it, and after taking the money, he kept his mouth shut silently, but he didn't know anything.

When Lin Mao came back, Lin Mu's wife, Mrs. Young, had stood up, with tears and embarrassment on her face, she couldn't speak:

"I thought he was hanging out with his friends again, and accidentally made a mistake, but I didn't expect—there is no innocent daughter in the Shen family, only the Shen family. Your husband! You—you—”

The old lady coughed, and said: "Mu'er has such a temper for a day or two. Usually you don't control him, but now you jump out and say something? The most important thing now is to get my grandson's illness well. Then Shen Wenxuan's hands are so heavy, our Lin family must not make it easy for them!"

The young lady sneered: "Old lady, you don't know anything about the business world, so naturally you don't know the pros and cons of it. The Shen family is in the limelight now, even if they talk in front of the magistrate, how can our Lin family win him? ?”

Besides, it was him, Lin Mu, who started the fight first, so it wasn't shameful enough to make a scene!

Mrs. Lin Li glanced at her: "Now my son is lying on the bed and can't get up. You, a wife, can only talk bad things. Even if my son is lying on the wall, so what? Aren't they all vixen in there? Harmful."

The young madam was so stuffed up, she sat back and turned her head and said nothing, if it wasn't for the vicious girls following behind her, she would have returned to her room by now, how could she be so angry here!

Lin Mao walked to the bedside and looked at Lin Mu's wound, gasping for breath with pain in his heart, he turned his eyes away and asked, "Father, what do you think we should do about this? We can't let Mu'er suffer in vain, but he, But almost paralyzed—"

"Okay, don't say those depressing words." Lin Miao said, thought for a while and asked, "What's the recent trend of the Shen family?"

Lin Mao is a salt merchant, and has business dealings with Jingshui Building and Zui Xiao Building. At this time, he called a few stewards and asked, "The Shen family is looking for a teacher to teach the two children in the family recently. This is not right. Is your father in your arms?"

The study of the children of the Shang family has always been controlled by the government. Those who have a good relationship with the officials can enter Hongzhang Academy, and those who have a bad relationship can only invite a few stubborn old scholars. This is why so many businessmen compete To worship the official.

Lin Miao is a regiment training envoy, and his official position is not small in Yuzhou. Naturally, he has connections and rights in his hands. After all, it is clearly written in the law to restrict the children of merchants from studying. how?

Lin Miao laughed: "In that case, tell the people below."

Lin Mao stepped back.

Recently his concubine sister was sent out of Pingyue Mansion. Originally, he thought that the Yu family was prosperous, and he could take advantage of it to make a fortune. However, the newly appointed head of the Yu family didn't give him any favors. Finding out that it was the Shen family's fault, Lin Miao stood up and looked fiercely, and settled the old and new accounts together. He had to let this kid know that besides the magistrate, there are other officials in Pingyue Mansion!

Lin Li watched Lin Miao's back disappearing at the door, and then looked at Lin Mu who was motionless on the bed. She felt depressed and couldn't help complaining, "What's the use of just judging this matter? The two children of the Shen family are not The one that came out of the belly of Zheng Fulang is not even Shen Wenxuan's own flesh and blood, so where can the Shen family care about it?"

"Father is also a man with soldiers and trusted followers, so why can't he bring someone to the door? Poke a hole in Shen Wenxuan's body too!"

The young lady secretly rolled her eyes, so what if the woman in the boudoir knocks at the door?There was nothing to be gained except a sigh of relief, and the grandfather obviously wanted to draw a mouthful of blood from Shen Wenxuan through this incident.

"Mother, do you think of a way?" Mrs. Lin Li shook the old lady's body, and she burst into tears, "No matter how difficult it is, dragging Shen Wenxuan into a dark alley to beat him up when no one is there Is it not possible? Not to mention in the boudoir, even since I married into the Lin family, I have never been wronged like this!"

The old lady frowned, the fire in her heart was pushed to the climax by Lin Li, and she said: "We are all honest and responsible people. He, Shen Wenxuan, beat my good grandson like this. There must be no excuses. Come on! Tomorrow Go to the yamen to beat the drums! Sue him, Shen Wenxuan, for hurting my grandson so far, and he must be sent to that prison!"

The young lady was startled, she must have lost her mind, she hurriedly tried to persuade her: "The Shen family even arrested our servant—"

The old lady: "So what about the young man? Can the life of the young man be worth the life of our young master Jingui? I don't believe it. With the support of the master, how dare the government not judge him?"

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