My country, you can pinch it

When Shang Qingrong was devoted to Yunyanghou, she was willing to spend money on high-quality brushes and inks, but now... it would be a waste to spend an extra penny on him!

The twelfth lunar month has arrived, which is the last month before the new year. According to the usual practice, all affairs in the mansion must be dealt with as soon as possible after the end, so as to welcome the new atmosphere in the coming year.In addition, large and small industries also sent their ledgers to the owners for verification. It was really not easy for Shang Qingrong.

Wen Fu bit the bullet and smiled apologetically, Shang Qingrong ignored him, and followed him to listen to the reports of the various managers and the liquidation of the accountant. It took a full half a day before it gradually came to an end.

Obviously, judging by the amount of money today, you can know that the Yunyanghou's mansion is thriving, and the income is not bad.

But Wen Fu couldn't criticize anything, so when Shang Qingrong raised his hand, he handed over a cup of tea quickly before blowing the incense, and said flatteringly, "Ma'am, you have worked hard."

Fuxiang glared at him fiercely, and muttered twice.

Shang Qingrong took the tea, took a sip, and said indifferently: "Fang Wencheng himself has no courage to come, but let you charge forward, Wen Fu, I didn't know you were so loyal."

"Ma'am, it's not that Marquis is unwilling. It's not that the early court can't be delayed. He specially left the younger one to explain, and he will personally apologize to Madam after the next court."

"Aren't you sorry?" Shang Qingrong glanced at him with a half-smile, "It's your credit that he didn't confront me in a rage."

After more than ten years of husband and wife, Shang Qingrong is very clear about the personality of Marquis Yunyang.

As soon as Wen Fu said it, his mouth was bitter, but he still bite the bullet and said: "What Ma'am said is that Master Hou was originally angry and wanted to come to Madam to argue, but after a little persuasion, he finally calmed down. Sitting in the study for a long time..." He rolled his eyes, swallowed and continued, "Speaking of which, Madam is amazing. She replaced the Chengxin paper that Hou Ye used to use with hemp paper, which suddenly reminded Hou Ye The difficult time before getting married, if it wasn't for Madam, how could there be such a situation in this mansion. Hou Ye felt guilty, remembering the bitterness and thinking about sweetness, and only felt that he owed Madam."

Shang Qingrong listened to his hand, and looked at Wen Fu in surprise: "He would think so?"

"Naturally!" Wen Fu patted his chest, swearing on his face, and secretly glanced at Shang Qingrong's thoughtful expression, and couldn't help persuading him again, "Madam has never been sorry to Lord Hou, but it's a pity that Lord Hou has been confused. , let down your friendship. It’s just that they are husband and wife after all, stumbling and quarrels are inevitable along the way, won’t they still have to grow old together and spend the rest of their lives together in the future? Madam, instead of getting angry, you might as well think about Ting Yuxuan, for the sake of the young master, you also Can't you push Lord Hou over there?"

Wen Fu felt that he was earnest.

Shang Qingrongruo still has a little thought, maybe she can really be persuaded, but it's a pity...

Wen Fu was eagerly looking forward to it, when suddenly a crisp voice came from the door.

"Uncle Fu's sincerity to my father is really a lesson from heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon can show it, but my father doesn't seem to appreciate your love."

Qing Ye opened the curtain and welcomed Fang Jinling in.

"Why is Ling'er here?" Shang Qingrong stood up, took Fang Jinling's hand, and said angrily, "I didn't send someone to tell me in advance."

"If I had told you in advance, my mother would definitely leave her affairs behind and come to me. You are so busy, so I'd better come in person and have lunch with you." Fang Jinling frowned and smiled obediently.

The sky behind said hello to Shang Qingrong, and put the stack of papers in his hand on the table. The paper was wrinkled and stained, but it was the most inferior hemp paper.

When Wen Fu saw it, his heart sank.

I only heard Fang Jinling's cold eyes, without a trace of warmth, said: "My father was remembering bitterness and sweetness, and was grateful for mother's difficulty. He turned his head and threw these papers out. It is necessary for the superior Chengxin, Uncle Fu, this is inevitable." Are you contradicting yourself? Are you thinking of her in front of Yang Shi when you talk to my mother? "

Wen Fu knelt down, without any excuse: "Ma'am, forgive me."

Shang Qingrong said indifferently: "What sin can I forgive you for hiding me for so many years for him, and I don't care about doing it again."

Wen Fu hit his head on the ground, full of indebtedness.

Shang Qingrong didn't get angry, but said with some compassion: "Wen Fu, a heartless person, no matter how much you lie for him, it will be a waste of effort in the end, and you are not human inside and out."

Wen Fu's eyes turned red instantly.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his arm, and when he looked up, he saw Fang Jinling squatting down and smiling at him: "Uncle Fu, get up, I can't blame you for things that are beyond my control."

"Master..."

Wen Fu was moved in his heart. He followed Yunyanghou since he was a child, and watched the Hou's mansion go from being poor to rich and stable all the way.But he is just a servant, there is no way not to obey.

"Young lady, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young master." He refused to get up, and kowtowed deeply.

Fang Jinling said with some difficulty: "Get up as soon as I tell you, my young master is dizzy from squatting."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Fu didn't dare to persist any longer, he quickly got up from the ground, and in turn helped Fang Jinling to sit down, "Damn you, young master, is he alright?"

"It's okay." Fang Jinling sat at the table, picked up the warm water on the table and drank it slowly, and then asked, "Uncle Fu didn't dare to tell my mother at the beginning, because he was afraid that like today, even the superficial peace would be lost, father and mother Husband and wife are against each other, aren't they?"

Wen Fu nodded emphatically: "Yes, I know something is wrong. I tried to remind Madam several times, but in the end I didn't dare."

Fang Jinling nodded, expressing his understanding: "Uncle Fu has worked so hard, I hope my father can understand. Speaking of which, this matter is messy, and my mother and I still have doubts. Would Uncle Fu be willing to clarify?"

He neither scolded nor chased him out in a rage, but comforted him softly. Wen Fu's restless heart immediately settled down, and he said, "Master, it's okay to ask."

Fang Jinling smiled, his eyes fell on the stained hemp paper, and he said softly: "The quality of this paper is actually a trivial matter, and it doesn't cost much money. I reckon Dad can cover it for a while with his own money. But Uncle Fu should know that paper is just the beginning, and the rest of the basic necessities of life, including my father’s romance, treats and drinks, have to be restricted like paper, and the lowest grades that can be used.”

Wen Fu was taken aback: "This..." He looked at Shang Qingrong.

Shang Qingrong served the tea without saying a word, but Fu Xiang snorted coldly: "Why, with such a little salary, Lord Hou still wants to use it well. Do the whole family in this mansion have to drink the northwest wind? What's more I still have to support Ting Yuxuan."

"But it's not that there is no money in the mansion." Wen Fu said with a smile, he had listened all morning and understood something.

Fu Xiang spat at him directly: "Bah, where the money in the mansion comes from, other people don't know, but you don't? Since Marquis is so powerful, you can raise it by yourself!"

Wen Fuguang knew what Yunyang Hou would be like when he thought about it, and how the mansion was flying like dogs and dogs, and his head was getting bigger.

However, Fang Jinling smiled and said: "Uncle Fu, you are thinking about it. There is no reason to give unreservedly on one side and enjoy it on the other side. Whether you want to see it or not, temporarily whitewashing the peace will only make the grievances deep. In the end, the husband and wife split apart. Instead of being like strangers in the future and guarding against each other, how about taking this opportunity to let my father realize his mistakes deeply and turn around?"

"But, how can we do it, young master?" It's not that Wen Fu never persuaded, but the more he persuaded Yunyanghou, the angrier he became.

Fang Jinling picked out the dirty and unusable linen paper on the table, and handed the rest that could be written on to Wen Fu: "As Uncle Fu said, remember bitterness and think sweet. Cut off all his money supply and return to his original form At that time, you will know who is really thinking about him. No one can give forever, and you need to be grateful for everything you get, isn't it?"

Wen Fu took it and squeezed it in his hand without making a sound.

"Uncle Fu, my mother is still angry at my father, it's because she still thinks about the relationship between husband and wife, when she really doesn't care, do you think..."

Before Fang Jinling finished speaking, Wen Fu immediately replied: "Madam and young master worked hard, I understand what to do."

"That's really great." Fang Jinling smiled, holding the hot tea with slightly cool fingers, gently stroking the rim of the cup, "Ling'er has one more question at the end."

Wen Fu said respectfully, "Master, please ask."

"Uncle Wen Fu, do you know that for so many years, father has been able to help Yang's mother and son again and again without telling mother. Where did the money come from?"

Seeing the change in Wen Fu's face, he couldn't help but look at Fang Jinling, who saw the latter's smile remained the same, bright and sunny, with sincere eyes, and continued as if he didn't know: "Looking at Yang's clothes, and her delicate skin, it seems that she is still the same. A rich lady who doesn't know the hardships in the world, and Fang Jinyu makes friends and visits school, meets guests and classmates, and is personable. She is not a wealthy and wealthy person who can be raised casually, so there should be a third person in the middle who is changing hands for him. "

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Fang Jinling: Even if it's the money spent, you have to get it back!