Returning to Before Husband’s Castration - Chapter 187

In Nanchang, Jiangxi province, Wang Qianhu received a letter from the commander Mu, who was sent urgently by Baili for personal use. The wedding date was set on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month.

Wang Qianhu wrote back on the spot, saying that Wang Daxia was frizzy. He was not at ease, so he entrusted the reward to Commander Mu. The money on the family book was withdrawn by him. Be sure to organize the wedding in a lively and decent manner.

After writing the family letter, he wrote a secret letter to his superior, Zhu Xizhong, the chief governor of the Five Army Capital Governor’s Office, saying that after Yan’s father and son returned to their places of origin, Yan Song wanted to make friends with local officials and held literary meetings to win over local scholars from time to time.

Yan Shifan aggressively expanded his house and used very little money to force his neighbors to relocate. Now two years later, the Yan family’s mansion in Jiangxi is now as luxurious as the Yan’s house fired in Beijing.

Wang Qianhu believes that the Yan family transferred most of the property to the old home in Jiangxi before the house was ransacked. The property that the court seized of the Yan family was probably only one-third of the real property.

This does not include the five thousand taels of gold that has been confiscated in Xinghua City.

In short, the Yan family was very dishonest in Jiangxi and kept making small movements.

Halfway through the secret letter, I handed it down and reported it, saying that Yan Shifan asked to see Master Tongzhi.

Three years ago, Yan Shifan moved his fingers and worked in the Jingchali to dismiss Wang Qianhu from his position. Hedong for thirty years, and Hexi for thirty years. Yan Shifan was dismissed from his post for the people, and Wang Qianhu became the third class with the same knowledge.

Not knowing what Yan Shifan was going to do this time, Wang Qianhu said, “Let him come in and serve good tea.”

Yan Shifan’s family dismissal and sending back to his place of origin failed to strike Yan Shifan, but the son-in-law Yan Shenggong treached his righteousness, abandoned his wife and abandoned his son, forced the eldest daughter to death, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man to death. Thick, from fat to fat, his amblyopic left eye is completely blind, and he simply puts on a black blindfold. The other one eye is somewhat presbyopic. When looking at people, he always squints his eyes and turns his neck back. Shrink.

Wang Qianhu politely asked Yan Shifan to sit down and serve as an official for many years. He knew some rules, that is, don’t tear his face until he completely killed him.

After coming to Jiangxi for three years, Yan Shifan would give Wang Qianhu a gift on every major festival, and Wang Qianhu would also give it back, pretending to forget the contradictions in the capital.

Yan Shifan is here to give gifts again this time, “I heard that the grandson of the Wang family will be married at the end of the year, and it is my little care to marry Doctor Wei, a female doctor in the palace, and a good wife.”

Wang Qianhu looked at the gift list and said, “This gift is too heavy, I dare not accept it.”

Yan Shifan pushed the gift list over again, “How can I not accept a small gift? Could it be that I was despised and deliberately refused to sympathize with me?”

The command from the boss Zhu Xizhong to Wang Qianhu was: No matter what the Yan family and his son do, don’t interfere. As long as they don’t leave Jiangxi, don’t restrict their freedom. The more joyful the two grasshoppers after autumn, the better.

Before that, Wang Qianhu had always been a military attaché at the bottom, who patrolled the streets, even the emperor had never seen him. He didn’t understand why Zhu Xizhong did this, but he was a soldier, and he had to listen to the orders of his superiors. Therefore, Wang Qianhu did not say anything when the Yan family demolished the houses, but reported the truth to Zhu Xizhong to know.

Yan Shifan gave the gift. He felt that the gift was too expensive, but he had to accept it. He pushed a few words and accepted the gift.

Yan Shifan gave the gift and said goodbye. With Wang Qianhu’s current status, he didn’t need to send it personally.

When Yan Shifan left the commander Si Yamen, the smile on his face was suddenly retracted, and his one-eyed one shone with cold.

Wang Qianhu asked his men to take apart all the gifts that Yan Shifan gave, and found no abnormalities.

However, to be cautious, Wang Qianhu would not really accept Yan Shifan’s gifts. He divided the gifts among his aides, all of which were used as rewards for training the army of the guard station, and rewarded to the winner to encourage these people who were accustomed to farming. The morale and competitive spirit of the soldiers in the guard station.

The staff is worthless for Wang Qianhu, “My lord, for three years, these soldiers in the guards can’t support the wall with mud. They know that they don’t have the **** nature of soldiers when they farm land for money. The adults trained them, they still complained and talked secretly. The adults are troublesome and delayed their autumn harvest and farm work. Now they are using their private property as a reward. Why bother. No matter what the adults do, they won’t get any good words.”

Wang Qianhu has his insistence, “We can’t just follow them together because they are wrong, and we must do the right thing. In the past three years, the Southeast Asian Japanese pirates have been extinct and reborn, born and perished, although they are getting smaller every year, But we can’t take it lightly. If the Japanese pirates flee here again and commit me to Jiangxi. At least this time, we are prepared for the tragedy that seven Japanese pirates could conquer a county seat three years ago.”

After listening, the staff knew that Wang Qianhu was determined and stopped persuading him to move the gifts to the school grounds to win prizes.

After Wang Qianhu finished writing the letter, the young son woke up from a nap to play with his father. Wang Daqiu is almost six years old. Wang Qianhu personally enlightened him. He taught five words every day. He picked up a pen and wrote the word “sister-in-law”, “You are going to have a sister-in-law. Go home at the end of the year. , Sister-in-law will give you New Year’s money.”

Wang Daqiu asked: “Who is the sister-in-law?”

Wang Qianhu was a little hard to say, “It’s… Dr. Wei next door. You’ve seen her many times, and you should remember her.”

“I remember.” Wang Daqiu took out the insect repellent snake sachet hanging on his chest. “My sister-in-law gave me this and said that I can’t pick it. If I pick it, I will be bitten by the insect snake.”

Wei Caiwei gave the medicine formula in the sachet to Wang Qianhu and asked him to replace it at least once a month. This thing was really effective. Once a long snake swam into Wang Daqiu’s quilt. Did not bite him.

Wang Qianhu comforted himself. Although the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law was a widow from a humble background, she had a craft and a clear mind. It was not useless… No matter how bad it is, it is better than his ex-wife.

After comparing with his ex-wife, Wang Qianhu gradually felt that Wei Caiwei was pleasing to his eyes and convinced himself.

Letters came and went, and two months passed. In early winter and October, the capital was full of wind and sand as usual. During the day, it is always dusk. Whenever they go out, people wear eye veil and masks to avoid the wind. sand.

The Forbidden City was also shrouded in wind and sand. The Emperor Jiajing’s body was obviously aging and weak in the past three years. Looking at the gloomy sky, without seeing the sun, his mood became more and more gloomy. The companion Shang Qinglan was also listless, “When will there be a heavy snowfall?” Cover this sandstorm.”

Usually, you should ask the Qintian Supervisor for things like weather, but Emperor Jiajing believed, and if he was undecided, he asked God. Under Shang Qinglan’s suggestion, Emperor Jiajing put the two Taoist priests who were best at supporting Hu Dashun and Lan Tian. Yu called, asked them to perform the support technique, and asked when the wind and sand in the sky would stop.

Three years ago, the two of them got a bribe from Xu Jie, the chief minister of the cabinet, and fiddled with the support, expelling the Yan family and his son from the capital. Now, Shang Qinglan has bribed them again, repeating the same technique, and telling him the news of the birth of the grandson of the Poyu Palace.

Poor little emperor grandson has been born for more than two months, and his ancestry has not been officially recognized as yet without the full moon haircut ceremony.

There was a layer of sand on the dustpan, and Emperor Jiajing asked: “On what day does it rain and snow to disperse the sand?”

Hu Dashun and Lan Tianyu, one left and the other, holding two sticks to draw the hanging bamboo pen, a line of words appeared on the golden sand: “God bestows Lin’er, that is, drop nectar.”

Emperor Jiajing asked again: “Where is Lin’er?”

Fu Ji replied: “Yu.”

Emperor Jiajing had only two sons alive, King Yu and King Jing, but he didn’t like the two sons, and especially hated King Yu, “King Yu? He has been there all the time.”

Fu Ji continued to write: “Son of King Yu, Qilin’er in a good period of time.”

Emperor Jiajing asked everyone: “Does Wang Yu have a son?”

Everyone knows about the birth of a newborn in Prince Yu’s Mansion, but no one dared to tell the Emperor Jiajing, they knelt down after hearing this, shivering, but they didn’t dare to speak out, and they didn’t want to be the first bird.

Still “straightforward” Shang Qinglan said: “I heard that on August 17, two days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Yu got a son. The blooming season on the support should refer to the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

Emperor Jiajing has a queen, but there is no sign of joy on his face, and said: “He has been born for more than two months, why is the wind and sand constantly?”

Shang Qinglan said, “Perhaps it was because of the delay in cutting her hair and making a birthday gift for the full moon?”

If the royal family’s child has no ancestry confirmation, it will be the same as having no birth, and the clan government will not spend money to raise it.

Emperor Jiajing was the most taboo about this, but since it was the guidance of the heavens, he could not go against the sky, and said to Shang Qinglan: “If you want to cut your hair, you should arrange it as soon as possible and take care of it.”

Shang Qinglan responded, she thought about the meaning of Emperor Jiajing, and didn’t want to make a big deal, tell the world, and rushed through the scene to conform to God’s will.

That being the case, I will be a good favor.

Shang Qinglan took the chicken feathers as an arrow, and on the grounds of giving a hair-cutting ceremony to the little emperor of the palace, Wei Caiwei, the court lady doctor, was appointed to the official position of the seven classic medicines, and asked Wei Caiwei to go to the palace to cut her hair for the little emperor’s grandson. .

Wei Caiwei sits at home, and officials come from the sky. Hurry to enter the palace and thank her. Although the official position is not high, she is no longer a commoner, she is an official.

Shang Qinglan gave the seat, “This is the dowry given to you by this palace. When you become an official, those people will not point out that you and Wang Daxia are not the right households, and say that you are going to the Wang family.”

Wei Caiwei brought the official gown, official hat, and official boots, and used to replace the tonic on her chest throughout the year. In winter, it was a positive tonic. Wei Caiwei sewed the tonic on the python’s clothes, put on the official hat, and showed it to Wang Daxia. Is the stitching right? I will wear this official gown tomorrow to cut the hair of the little emperor.”

Wang Daxia was the first to see her wearing an official gown and an official hat, with a solemn expression, an inviolable look, arrogant and abstinent.

The more so, he wanted to tear up this layer of disguise, forcing her to expose her nature, with wind and sand all over the sky, thunder and rain in the bed tent, and spring in full bloom.

…Half an hour later, Wei Caiwei had faded from her enthusiasm, and she was dull. Wang Daxia was still in the afternoon on the day of hoeing, dripping with sweat.

Although it is said that there are only exhausted cows and no damaged land, the earth will be tired without the skill of plowing.

The old scalpers think that diligence can make up for their clumsiness, but this is not the case. According to the marginal diminishing effect, too much is not enough, clumsy is clumsy, short time is clumsy, and long is clumsy.

Wei Caiwei found that things have been difficult since ancient times. In his previous life, Wang Gonggong did not have chopsticks, but he was ingenious. In this life Wang Daxia has chopsticks, but he only knows that he is blindly working and has no skill.

This is not a martial arts fight, one force will drop ten guilds.

Wei Caiwei wanted to end, but Wang Daxia didn’t mean to have enough food. It would not be good to forcibly run out of food. If he can’t eat anymore, he will suffer a big loss.

Fortunately, Wei Caiwei was born again, and the skills are still there, not forgotten. In the previous life, Wang Gonggong did not have chopsticks. Wei Caiwei studied many medical books and watched pictures of male men in the market. Without a teacher, he taught him how to eat without chopsticks.

She picked up the lamb’s intestines brewed with warm milk on the head of the bed, put it on her fingers, held Wang Daxia, and touched down his spine.

Wang Daxia still didn’t know what she was going to do. He only felt numb and itchy when the fingers slipped to the tail vertebrae, as well as a strange sensation.

However, Wei Caiwei’s fingers kept going down, without any intention of stopping.

Wang Daxia felt the danger, “What are you going to do?”

“You have to believe me.” Wei Caiwei used the skills of the previous life to find the angle without hesitation.

Wang Daxia made a cat-like whimper like the father-in-law Wang, Wang Xiaoxia’s overlord flag was cut off and announced his surrender.

The author has something to say: Pinellia: This matter is hard to come by, alas