"Five thousand stakes?"

Feiyan stared at her copper bell-like eyes, "There are so many?"

"Yes, Sister Feiyan."

The shy eunuch struck his fingers, "The poems were filled with men writing poems, proudly. In the end, Chen Guoguo wrote five thousand stalks casually, and then followed Su Jingshi, and the group was stunned by the shock."

Feiyan shook her head and sighed, "The Chenlongtu really pampers this sister."

"Some people say they are afraid they can't take it out."

The eunuch was still shaking his fingers and peeking at Feiyan from time to time.

Feiyan frowned and said, "Ma Su, can't you be a little masculine?"

"I know." Ma Shou still spoke in a quiet voice.

Feiyan shook her head and entered the room.

It was sunny outside, but it was a little dark and humid inside.

Since late autumn, Gao Taotao likes to stay in the house.

There is an iron stove in the house, warm and a kettle is burned on it, so people won’t feel dry. Even Gao Taotao likes to put it on the stove to eat...

Mix a few dishes in the pot, and use an iron rack to isolate the iron stove, so that the heating will be gentle and the pot will boil slightly.

“It’s delicious when stir-frying.”

This is Gao Taotao's third bowl of rice.

The palace maid who served looked at her plump cheeks in depression, then looked at her clothes that were somewhat supported, and she didn't dare to take the empty bowl again.

"Empress, you have eaten three bowls."

"Hmm?" Gao Taotao said oh, put down the bowl with unsatisfactory intentions, and looked at the dishes in the pot reluctantly.

The two favorite things about the Shen family in winter are: one is hot pot, but the hot pot cannot be eaten frequently, otherwise it will be heated. The other is a dry pot, which means keeping several stir-fry dishes in a pot and keeping them warm and heating them. The most enjoyable thing to eat when you are hot.

This way of eating is strange if this person doesn’t gain three or five pounds in one winter.

"Empress, eat less." Feiyan is a female official and a confidant, so she dared to risk her life to persuade her. "If you eat again, all the clothes will be made again."

"Nonsense!" Gao Taotao rinsed his mouth, then took a sip of tea, "The Shen family ate this way, and Yang Zhuoxue and Xiao Guoguo were not fat either, which shows that there was no basis."

She leaned on the back of the chair and relaxed comfortably.

"Empress, when it comes to Chen Guoguo, the Hong family held a poetry meeting in the afternoon and raised donations for the poor people who appeared in the spring. Most of them donated dozens of coins, at most only hundreds of coins..."

"How much has Guoguo donated?" Gao Taotao felt that his eyelids were a little heavy.

"I donated five thousand guan, saying it was just private money."

"So many?" Gao Taotao opened his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I, the queen, don't even have money, she has lived this life."

Feiyan nodded, "Empress, I feel so too."

Gao Taotao was moved, but Feiyan was so sure that she wanted to vomit blood.

The dignified Queen of the Song Dynasty is not as good as a girl when she takes action, alas!

...

"Zhuo Xue..."

Yang Zhuoxue has a lot of things to do every day. At this moment, she is in the front yard, with a screen separated by a middle, listening to Wang Tiande reporting on Anxiang’s recent business situation.

"Madam, it's Qian's coming."

The lady from the stone slab went to take a look and came back to report the news.

Qian was Yang Zhuoxue's best friend when he was at his parents' home. He used to be an official in another place with his husband. He has only returned to Bianliang recently and started looking for Yang Zhuoxue.

"Please ask her to go to the backyard and say I'll be later."

Yang Zhuoxue's calmness made Aunt Chen next to him nodded slightly, feeling that this was the appearance of the head of the Shen family.

Wang Tiande was a little inside the door, and there was a village next to him to accompany him, and continued: "Last year's fragrance is good, but this year's beginning is OK, but some fragrance appeared in some places. Although it was not as good as ours, it was cheaper, so I was afraid that I would share some business."

"I won't split the business." Yang Zhuoxue behind the screen said lightly: "The Shen family's fragrant luster ships so much every year. Officials have said that this is a luxury. First, earn money from foreigners. After the foreigners' money earns about the same amount, then reduce the price of fragrant luster and spread it in the Song Dynasty.

It’s not a bad thing for someone to imitate it at this moment. This is a little spreading out the goods from the Song Dynasty in advance, and it’s a bargain. However, our family’s tributes are high and low, which has nothing to do with our business, so just feel at ease.”

Wang Tiande naturally understood this principle, but he wanted to explain it clearly to Yang Zhuoxue. Who knew that Yang Zhuoxue had clarified the key points in it in one sentence, which made him feel respectful.

Zhuang honestly sent him out of the gate and said, "When the husband was at home, his wife seemed mediocre, but that was because the husband wanted to be mediocre. Now that the husband is fighting outside, someone wants to deceive his wife. Last month, a accountant was tricked, but the wife saw it and took down the man on the spot, took back all the money he had greedy, and finally gave him the official."

There was some warning in this sentence. Wang Tiande was an old businessman, so he naturally heard it. He smiled bitterly and said, "I have been in love with Anbei for many years. He looks down on me, so I will naturally look at Anxiang for him. As for money, I have earned enough with Anbei in recent years."

Zhuang passed the topic with a smile. Seeing Wang Tiande go away, Chen Luo beside him said, "I'm afraid this person is not honest!"

"He is not honest, but he dares not be honest with the Shen family." Zhuang said honestly and proudly: "Why? First, he was in a down-and-out position, and it was the husband who helped him up. If he dared to betray the Shen family, the king and Wang Langjun would dare to kill him, and others would have nothing to say. Second, our family's secret recipes separated him, and the husband said that we should not use benefits to test people's hearts and nature, so it would be best if we were in peace with each other."

Chen Luo praised: "The arrangements of Langjun cannot be safer. Even if he leaves, the family will not be in chaos at all."

"What does the husband leave?"

Zhuang Laoshi picked up the wooden stick and slapped Chen Luo and ran away with his head in his arms.

The front yard is very happy and the back yard is not bad either.

"Why is your decoration so simple?"

Women like to look at other people's decorations the most and compare them with their own. If they win, they can be comfortable for several days.

Yang Zhuoxue just smiled, and Aunt Chen whispered from the side: "It's simple, what's the name of that tree... The husband spent more than 500 yuan to ask someone to get it back from there..."

That inconspicuous tree is worth more than 500 guan?

Qian couldn't help but go over and take a closer look.

"The houses in my family have been renovated long ago, and the wood alone has cost tens of thousands of coins."

Qian glanced at the backyard room, and it seemed that there was more gloriousness at this moment.

"There is also that vase, said it was from the former Han Dynasty. That painting was from the Yan of the former Tang Dynasty or something."

"Yan Liben?" Qian couldn't help but enter the room, staring at the painting on the wall in a daze.

"Yes, yes, I almost got torn apart by Dalang last time. Look at the gap in the corner, it was torn apart by Dalang the next two years ago."

This is Yan Liben's painting!

You actually gave it to the children to play with!

Qian said in a deep voice: "This is a baby, you have to look forward to it!"

"Baby?" Aunt Chen smiled and said, "There are so many calligraphy and paintings in the house that are piled up in mountains. Whenever they have to dry, the husband is in great pain and only said that he shouldn't have made so many."

Are you trying to anger me?

Qian looked at Yang Zhuoxue who was smiling beside him and couldn't help but sigh: "I was so arrogant back then. Everyone said that your future marriage will be difficult. I got married early. I left Bianliang with the officials early, but I have been thinking about you...

Later I heard that you married Chen An, and then I asked who Chen An was. After Chen An became famous later, I was worried that you would be bullied by him."

Most of the troubles in life come from comparison!

This was said by Chen An.

Yang Zhuoxue deeply agrees.

At this moment, seeing the unconcealed loneliness in her best friend's eyes, she smiled and said, "It's just a life."

"But you have made your life a god."

Qian stood up and said, "I looked around before. Apart from you, I could not see any other women in this family. It can be seen that Chen An is the only one. Men in the Song Dynasty like to play with women, and they still take them home desperately... I just thought that your family is so simple, could it be that Chen An is not here? Now it seems that he is wrong."

"Does it be better to be the kind of Guo Ziyi?" Yang Zhuoxue smiled and said, "The official said that the family is too big and he doesn't like it. He feels empty and doesn't look like a place where people live."

This kind of mentality of the little citizen will be reflected in Shen An from time to time, but it makes Yang Zhuoxue feel more comfortable.

"Then he..." Qian pointed outside, "He didn't raise a woman outside?"

The richest man in the Song Dynasty!

There are so much money that can't be counted.

Moreover, he is in Zhilong Tu Pavilion in his twenties, and his military achievements are even more scary.

Such a man...even if he gets hundreds of singers at home, no one dares to say anything when he changes it every day, right?

But he actually only has Yang Zhuoxue.

"Your official..." Yang Zhuoxue felt that Qian's mood was wrong, and seemed to be a little sad in addition to envy.

"I'm just a seventh-rank official." Qian smiled bitterly, "but there are two singers at home."

Yang Zhuoxue said sympathetically: "Is it uncomfortable, right?"

"Yes!" Qian began to complain...

Half an hour later, the little clothes in Yang Zhuoxue's hand were ready, and Qian's complaints were finished.

"mother……"
To be continued...