"Ah? Earlier, your sister Xiuxiu came back and said that your uncle Yongqing was ill. I went to the old house to see what was going on." Yang Yongjin didn't hide it.

"Sick? But last night I saw that he was fine and lively... Oh no, he even pooped his crotch in my main room before leaving. Could it be that he got sick at that time, right?"

Luo Baobao's eyes widened in surprise, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he actively helped Yang Yongjin analyze the origin and precursor of the disease.

Yang Yongjin smiled bitterly, "Who knows, he usually doesn't pay attention to anything, just hot, cold, sour and sweet. He doesn't know how to take care of his body at all. It's not uncommon to have stomach upset."

Luo Baobao puffed up his cheeks and nodded gently, "Uncle, then go ahead."

Yang Yongjin took two steps, and Luo Baobao suddenly caught up with him and thrust the umbrella in his hand into his hand.

"Uncle, please hold an umbrella. If one uncle falls, the other uncle cannot fall ill."

Yang Yongjin was very touched. He had never done anything for this niece, but she could consider him so much.

She usually has a carefree and boyish personality, but she didn't expect to be so considerate, considerate, and filial. She is indeed the daughter taught by Qing'er and Tang Yazi.

"I apologize to you for what happened to your Uncle Yongqing last night." Yang Yongjin blushed, feeling very ashamed.

Although he and Yang Yongzhi heard the news last night and hurried over to help clean up the main room, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian refused to let it go, saying that they had already cleaned it up.

But I don’t dare to think about it. When I think about it, I can only remember it with two words: shame.

Yang Yongjin walked away holding the umbrella Luo Baobao stuffed in his hand, and Luo Baobao also turned back to Hongxiu. The two of them pulled up the hats on their cloaks and covered their heads, holding hands and hurried back to Luo's house.

The Luo family's backyard.

Luo Fengtang drank porridge in the morning and took some medicine before falling into a deep sleep.

I slept until the afternoon and didn't wake up until the afternoon.

When he woke up, he found that his arm was being pressed by someone, and warm breath was blowing evenly on the back of his hand.

Sure enough, it was Yang Ruoqing.

She lay on the bedside and fell asleep holding his hand.

Her hair hangs down like a waterfall, her delicate face is quite haggard, she hasn't slept all night, and there is a faint green shadow under her curled eyelashes.

Luo Fengtang remembered that before going to bed, he clearly asked her to take the children to celebrate the New Year, but she still stayed at home with him.

When he was in a daze before, he vaguely felt someone feeding him water twice. He thought it was a dream, but now he thought it was really her.

Such a stubborn silly girl!

He couldn't help but touch her face lightly with his fingers.

Her face is very soft and her skin is clean and smooth. Time seems to have been particularly kind to her and has not left any traces on her body.

Luo Fengtang stared at her sideways, all the love and affection in the world melted into his deep eyes, and the slight curve of his lips explained his satisfaction at the moment.

…

Beijing.

Built in front of the British Palace.

Luo Xingchen stared at the plaque for a while, and waited until the door of the mansion opened, many servants and stewards walked out of the door, and the British Duke Zhao Shang appeared in person, then he opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage.

"When Mr. Luo comes to my humble abode, the plum blossoms will shine."

When the British Duke Zhao Shang came up, he bowed his hands and saluted. After quickly stepping forward, he took Luo Xingchen's hand with a smile on his face.

Luo Xingchen had no choice but to put a smile on his face and say some pleasantries.

Later, the British Duke Zhao Shang began to introduce some important family members to Luo Xingchen...

After one lap, Luo Xingchen was so dizzy that he didn't remember anyone. He saw faces with perfect scores wandering around.

The main reason is that the number of wives, concubines, and heirs in the backyard of British Duke Zhao Shang is really large, there are dozens of them, and they are all the master.

As for the serving maids and servants, it was even more of a dark area.

After reading it, Luo Xingchen was not envious at all. Instead, he sympathized with the British prince Zhao Shang.

How can your body tolerate this?

How can we solve the problems of a whole family?

Just thinking about it gives me a splitting headache.

After the superficial politeness, the British Duke Zhao Shang took Luo Xingchen to a quiet room.

Luo Xingchen stepped in and looked at the surrounding walls.

The rooms here are decorated with low-key luxury and connotation!

It doesn't look splendid, but whether it's the hanging scrolls or the porcelain on display, they all have a lot of history... and some even have stories on them.

"Master Luo, please look at this calligraphy of mine."

British Duke Zhao Shang pointed to a calligraphy and painting hanging above, with a proud smile on his face.

"This is... the authentic work of the calligraphy sage Wang Sheng, so rare!"

Luo Xingchen looked at it carefully. The characters on it were majestic and self-contained. Anyone who at least knew something about calligraphy could tell that this was the authentic work of the calligraphy sage Wang Sheng.

The calligrapher Wang Sheng was a famous figure in the former Southern Dynasty. He had already become a saint while he was still alive. Later, his fame became more and more famous.

To this day, he is the undisputed leader in the calligraphy world.

"How much money do you think this calligraphy is worth?" British Duke Zhao Shang smiled and touched the neatly trimmed beard on his chin.

"This word is a priceless treasure, how can it be measured with money?" Luo Xingchen looked at Zhao Shang in shock.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that British Duke Zhao Shang would actually ask such a question.

You must know that these are the calligraphy of the scholar Wang Sheng. Many people dream of obtaining the authentic calligraphy of the sage. This is unique and non-renewable.

How can gold, silver, jewelry, and metal currencies that are full of the smell of copper be compared with such priceless treasures?

"This word is indeed good, but you can't eat or drink...it's not practical enough." British Duke Zhao Shang sighed and continued, "Mr. Luo, look at the word, if I want to sell it, can you help me find a high bidder?

A buyer? Preferably someone from Daqi..."

"Mr. British, you have a lot of shares in the Tianxia Commercial Alliance. You can get dividends every month, which makes you a lot of money. Wouldn't it be a pity to sell these calligraphy and paintings?"

Luo Xingchen suddenly felt that the British Duke Zhao Shang was very vulgar...

But this calligraphy and painting belongs to him, and he can deal with it however he wants, and he has no control over it.

"Mr. Luo, you don't know my difficulties..."

"The British Mansion has been passed down for three generations. It seems like the fire is cooking the oil, and the flowers are blooming, but this is all on the surface... underneath, hey, it has been hollowed out for a long time, and it is short of money."

British Duke Zhao Shang no longer pretended, but directly showed a bitter smile.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver a month, a million taels of income a year, plus the British government's century-old accumulation, is this not enough? Is there still a shortage of money?" Luo Xingchen didn't quite believe it.

"It's really not enough. The money and food that such a huge British government needs to consume is hard to measure..."

"Mr. Luo, you are one of our own. I hide this from others, but I don't need to hide it from you. Here is an account book from my British government. You can understand it at a glance."
Chapter completed!