The Wu family had only been in Shangjing for ten days, and rented a house in Xinchangfang, which was near the gate of the city.
This house was chosen by the housekeeper for a long time.
Just to meet the housing problem of the whole family, there is not more than one room.
Even more outrageous.
The dignified young master in the family can only live with the servants in the courtyard at the back.
Wu Weian's room is not small, but all the furniture in it has an air of poverty and shabbyness.
It can only meet basic survival problems, but cannot meet aesthetic needs.
There are more than a dozen people in the family, and there are only four servants.
One does laundry, one cooks, and one cleans.
There is only one person left in charge, doing other things besides the above.
At this moment, the round-faced steward who was nearly fifty years old brought someone in: "Young Master, the person has arrived."
After speaking, he threw away the person who came, closed the door and left.
The Wu family could not afford a charcoal fire, and the room was frozen like an ice cellar.
Wu Weian wrapped a quilt and sat on a wooden bench drinking cold water.
In his sixtieth year, his hair is gray, but he is full of energy.
"Ah!" The old man wrapped the cloak around him, "It's so cold in your room."
Wu Weian stretched out a hand from the quilt as usual and put it on the table: "I've been short of silver taels recently..."
"I don't have any money, so I can borrow it from you." The old man interrupted him, pulled up a stool and sat down, his wrinkled hand resting on the man's outstretched wrist, took the pulse, "Yes, the injury is completely healed. ."
"I'll tell you in the letter that it's okay." Wu Weian put his hand back under the quilt, "You don't have to run this trip at all."
The old man said twice: "This is just by the way, by the way! When I came to Beijing, first, a little friend invited me to come to play, and the second is—"
The old man paused and squinted at the man sitting like a bell next to him: "I've seen that little boy in Yuzhou, and it can be cured. But the medicines used are of extraordinary quality, and they can't afford the money."
Wu Weian sighed: "Got it."
Gee, another one asking for money.
The old man patted his shoulder across the quilt, gloating over the misfortune: "You say that you, such a useful head, also suffers from this misery. What a tragedy!"
Wu Weian shrugged: "Since Qin Lao pity me so much, why don't you just give me some medicine."
The old man squinted at him: "Who do you want to plot against?"
Wu Weian: "For myself, remove the scar."
The old man took it out of his pocket, took out a bottle of ceramic jar and left it behind: "You remember the matter of Yuzhou young master, you are too cold, I have to leave."
Wu Weian: "Give me a few days, I'll think of a way."
The old man nodded: "It's not that urgent, but Wei'an, why is it so? If you really want to spend silver taels, wouldn't it be easy with everything you laid out before?"
Wu Weian shook his head. Although his face under the candlelight was ordinary, it revealed an imperceptible edge on closer inspection: "Chess should be used on the edge of a knife. It's not worth it for money."
"Then you'll be frozen." The old man rubbed his frozen hands and stood up, "I'm leaving, and I have to go to Qingyuan Hou's mansion to meet my little friend."
"Oh?" Wu Weian raised his eyes, "Your little friend is Ji Mingshuang."
"Exactly." The old man nodded, "This person has a good character and is very interesting. But I heard that his sister's eyes don't seem to be very good, and he wanted me to see it many times."
Wu Weian nodded his head and said, "Then go take a look and help Zhizhi."
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Wu Qi just took office and returned home after working in the Ministry of Industry for a long time.
As soon as he got home, the second son told him what happened at the snow banquet today.
Wu Qi thought for a while, and took his second son to the backyard to find his eldest son.
This will just be the time when the servants in the house can clean the courtyard.
I saw a ghostly figure in the yard, and all the fallen leaves on the ground were wiped out during the passage.
That's called a clean one.
Wu Er looked up at the sky.
In a moment of melancholy, I couldn't help thinking of some past events in Pingjiang.
Pingjiang is located in the southeast of Dayu, which is quite a fertile land.
However, there is a lot of rain, and there are often floods.
His father, Wu Qi, was a clean and honest official, and the eldest brother seemed to be a bottomless pit for money.
Compared with other officials' families, the family is simply heaven and earth, and the poor are not good enough.
Wu Er was still young at that time, not a governor, and often felt inferior because there were only four servants in the family.
He didn't find out until one day, when he went to someone else's house.
Although there are many minions sweeping the floor in other people's houses, they are not as fast and clean as the one in his family.
Then one day, his father was too blunt in officialdom and cut off other people's fortunes.
Others bought murderers to kill his whole family.
Wu Ercai discovered that his servant who sweeps the floor not only sweeps the floor quickly, but also sweeps people's heads neatly...
From then on, he knew that his family was not simple.
It's not that simple.
Not to mention the other laundry and cooking...
And big brother.
never mind.
The sage had a saying that Wu Er kept in mind.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, do not act evil.
This is the family motto of their Wu family.
"Weian, what happened at the snow banquet today?" Wu Qi asked.
Wu Weian: "Go back to my father, the third girl of the Ji family wants me to marry her."
Wu Qishi didn't expect that, his pupils widened: "Huh?"
Wu Er guessed so much, but it was okay.
"This, that Ji family..." Wu Qi thought for a while and couldn't help taking a breath, "The Ji family know your identity?"
"It doesn't count." Wu Weian shook his head, "But the third girl from the Ji family knows who I am, and I have met once before."
Wu Qi was a little worried: "does that matter?"
The less people know about what they are doing, the better.
"It doesn't matter."
Wu Qi nodded, but he trusted the eldest son: "Then can you agree to this marriage? Do we need to prepare?"
Wu Weian applied medicine to the waning moon scar on his hand: "No, I refused."
"But, will the Ji family hold grudges for this and make trouble with us?" Wu Qi frowned.
"Probably not, the third girl is a straight smart person." She would not make enemies for herself for no reason, she wanted to win him over.
Wu Qi nodded, rubbed his eyebrows, and his face showed a bit of exhaustion: "I don't know what this Ji family wants to do. We have always been cautious, and it's reasonable not to enter the Ji family's eyes. Wei'an, do you know that? What is the purpose of this Ji family doing this?"
"There are some vague guesses." Wu Weian put on the good medicine and closed the lid of the jar, "but I haven't learned the whole picture yet. Don't worry, just wait and see what happens."
The three father and son said a few more things about the court in detail.
But mainly Wu Qi and Wu Weian were talking, and Wu Er was just listening.
It's really cold in the house.
Wu Er shivered from the cold, and after holding it for a while, he couldn't hold back, and tentatively said, "Brother."
Wu Weian raised his eyes: "Huh?"
Wu Er: "Actually, this marriage is quite good..."
Wu Weian: "How do you say?"
Wu Er glanced at the heater that Wu Weian was holding, and said boldly, "The Ji family should be quite rich..."
The house was silent for a while.
Wu Qi also closed the placket.
After a long while, Wu Weian sighed: "Yeah, I'm short of money again."
As soon as the voice fell, the round-faced manager slammed the door open.
It was too sudden and there was no sound of footsteps, and Wu Er's skin couldn't help shaking.
Well, over the years, people from all walks of life in the family have disappeared without a trace.
He still couldn't get used to it.
The steward made a bow: "The matchmaker is here, and the Ji family is here to propose marriage to the son."
After speaking, the housekeeper was gone.
Wu Qi frowned: "Is the Ji family not giving up?"
Wu Weian touched the heater, but he was a little surprised.
He could see that this third Ji family girl would not give up easily.
But I didn't expect that it was only a few hours before he rejected her, and she actually made a big fanfare to ask the matchmaker to come to propose marriage.
People can not find the rules of conduct style.
Quite interesting.
Wu Qi: "Weian, what should we do now?"
Wu Er also asked with a face.
Wu Weian lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It's okay, my father refuses."
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Warm, bright, and splendid in the hall.
Ji Yunxi was wearing a light splendid uniform, lying on the couch covered with a goose-white blanket, holding the ledger in her hand, counting the money on the account.
Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her posture was lazy, like a satisfied cat.
The mood is very good at a glance.
The matchmaker stood behind the screen embroidered with landscape paintings, and reported with sincerity: "Miss Hui San, the Wu family refused. Master Wu said that his family was poor, his eldest son was incompetent and weak, and he really did not dare to accept this marriage, for fear of delay Three girls…”
"Understood." Ji Yunxi was not annoyed, she closed the ledger in her hand, "Go down."
The matchmaker replied yes, and respectfully withdrew.
Ji Ming, who was sitting beside him like King Yama, raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you meet at the banquet?"
Ji Yunxi hummed: "No, he rejected me."
"?" Ji Mingshuang clenched his fists, "Then you asked the matchmaker to propose marriage?"
He thought that the two of them were talking, and that was what Ji Yunxi did.
In the end, the other party refused, and she also asked the matchmaker to propose marriage
She is afraid that her reputation is too good, isn't she!
"In ancient times, there were three visits to the thatched cottage." Ji Yunxi had a plan in his heart, "This is a visit."
"I am terminally ill." Ji Qi was tired of scolding, leaving four words, and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Ji Yunxi ignored him and changed his posture and lay in a daze.
I've used a lot of brains these days, and I'm really tired.
It didn't take long for Ji Mingshuang to leave and return, standing beside the couch, looking at her condescendingly.
Ji Yunxi closed her eyes halfway: "Seventh brother, what's wrong?"
Ji Mingshuang kicked her feet: "Get up, follow me to see the distinguished guest."
Ji Yunxi opened her eyes, slightly puzzled: "Who?"
"Elder Qin is here." Ji Mingshuang said.
Ji Yunxi: "?"
Generally speaking, the only person in this world who can be respected as Old Qin is the owner of Nanchen Valley.
A well-known genius doctor in the rivers and lakes, his medical skills are unparalleled in the world.
Ji Mingshuang has been brought into a realm of no sorrow and no joy by his sister, and he stated the cause and effect of the incident in a flat tone: "I specially invited him here to show you your eyes."
Ji Yunxi hehe: "...I thank you."
The author has something to say: the male protagonist sighs: I am so poor.
The heroine sighed: I am so rich.
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Random red packets drop.
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