As everyone knows, no matter how shrewd Wen Wan stood in front of the Lin Mansion with the title deed she gave, she was also dumbfounded. The word "Lin Mansion" is a simple splash of ink, but it represents her home in the capital. The title deed indicates: This house is three zhang in the sky, and three zhang in the ground are owned by Lin Wen's family. In other words, this house, inside and out, is completely owned by her gentleness.

She didn't care about Lin Yuan, who was leading the horse behind, and happily took the key to open the courtyard door. In an instant, the whole courtyard is in full view, but it is antique, quiet and chic, but it is similar to the gardens for people to visit in later generations.

The entrance is a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps are spread into a road, and on both sides are the four seasons rockeries reflecting the gurgling water. There are three houses at the end of the road, one bright and two dark. She walked into the main room quickly, and saw that there was a chair case made in a fitting pattern, and there were two calligraphy and paintings of smoke and rain.

There is also a small door in the study, and when you go out, there is a backyard, with large plum blossoms and plantains, and grapevine trellises, which makes Wen Wan like it so much.

Lin Yuan came in behind her with his baggage and was stunned, but he didn't say anything. Wan Niang's transaction plan with the Qian family, she didn't hide it from him, and told him in detail as early as 1510. Knowing that there was no other way, he was just like Wan Niang, and he calmly accepted it and then tried to find a way to return it and clear up the relationship.

In the final analysis, he still has to be smarter, stronger, able to protect her and protect her children, so that she can really live a quiet and comfortable life.

Now that he had a home, Lin Yuan asked Wen Wan to stay here to see what was to be put in order, and he drove a carriage to pick up the children and old man in the suburbs of Beijing.

Wen Wan didn't really clean up at home, but changed into men's clothes and went to the kiln. During the day, the Qinglou was closed, and the girls were still resting, so Wen Wan was not worried about bumping into something that should not be bumped into.

Even if she bumped into it, it would be fine, she wrapped a thick cotton cloth around her whole body and swollen it a few times, and her face was swollen and scratched two handfuls of pot bottom ash and smeared it into carbon. As for the facial features, it is not difficult to make them ugly.

Therefore, the mother in Xiaoxiang Pavilion yawned and was called by the turtle father, saying that when someone asked her to talk about business, she saw such a short, fat and girly black charcoal. Xu had no joy for a long time, she couldn't help but laugh, but there was no trace of dust: "Good sister, are you using your mother's place as a wolf's den?" ”

Wen Wan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "First time, it's better to be cautious." On a big winter day, isn't it cold for my sister to fan the wind with a fan? ”

The bustard mother was stunned for a moment, and handed the fan to the turtle on the side: "Come with me." ”

Straight into an elegant guest room on the second floor, Wen Wan dared to glance around with her eyes, but it was like a teahouse restaurant, very elegant.

The nanny looked like she was quite appreciative, this girl was bold and careful to meet her eyes, she waved her hand to let the turtle bring a few plates of snacks and a pot of tea before saying slowly: "You also stumbled into my teahouse by mistake, but don't go anywhere else, the water here is not something that you can flow from a little girl from a foreign country." ”

Otherwise, no matter how she dresses, she will be stunned and closed for two days, and when the background is clarified, she will be the new girl in the flower building.

Wen Wan was taken aback, and hurriedly blessed her, and thanked her gently. She didn't want to come, but she had to spend the hot three thousand taels. The expenses of the family also need silver, and it is urgent. In the capital, a place where every inch of land is valuable, even white steamed buns are more expensive than other places.

"Sister, look at this." Wen Wan took out something from her arms and handed it to her, but it was dozens of pieces of paper, the first one was written: Fengyue Baojian.

The bustard mother just flipped it over casually, and then straightened up, her eyes full of light: "Good thing! I'll take a closer look, and you can try my refreshments first. ”

Gentle and unmoving, she didn't dare to taste it.

It took a lot of tea for her to put the hand-painted manuscript paper of "Fengyue Baojian" into her arms: "Make a price, I want it all." ”

smiled gently, and took out another one from his sleeve, but it was a follow-up to "Fengyue Baojian": "For my sister, it is the first volume, and if the next volume is my sister's sincere business, I will send it to you tomorrow." ”

This is a bargain, but the bustard mother did not underestimate her, but only stretched out her hand to compare the word "two" to her.

Wen Wan shook her head, the input-output ratio is lower. Moreover, she is not the same at all, she is a senior accountant and manager of the finance department, and her brain is very active, and she is a thief in accounting.

When the bustard mother saw her shake her head, she was a little uncertain and compared the word "three".

Wen Wan hesitated, this was her psychological price. However, if you don't try it, how do you know if you can sell it at a higher price? So, she shook her head again rather calmly.

The bustard's mother was dry, unwilling to increase the price, so she handed her the paper in her arms. Wen Wan took it with a smile and walked away happily and neatly. Fighting price psychological warfare, the young lady has never lost when fighting in the mall.

The bustard's mother had to stop her: "Okay, I'm afraid of you, I'll add another sixty taels to you, and I don't want an extra copper." Just one point, you can't sell anywhere else. Otherwise, I'll be a guest at your house. ”

Wen Wan didn't want to visit a few more kilns, so she naturally made a deal. He dragged her and muttered about another deal, and it wasn't until the third day of the day that Wen Wan returned home with a brisk pace.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan hasn't returned yet. She still has time to take off her vest and slash first.

Hastily cooked a bowl of noodles and ate it, Wen Wan cleaned up the house, and dried the newly bought futon in the courtyard, Wen Wan happily closed the door to hide the silver.

Three hundred and sixty taels, it was a huge amount of money in Lizi Village in the countryside at that time, enough for the family to eat and drink without worry, and in the city, especially in the capital at the foot of the Son of Heaven, it can only be regarded as a surplus, far from worrying about eating and drinking. Alas, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

After hiding the silver, it was dark, and the family drove back in the carriage. The lights of the forest house were lit up, the chattering voices were boiling, and the home was like home again. As long as the children are around the knees, where is it not home?

Early this morning, Lin Yuan took the family to the street to eat breakfast, and by the way, he picked up some groceries. Wen Wan sat in the car, listening to the mellow and simple Beijing films outside the car, and couldn't help laughing.

During breakfast, Lin Wanwan sat in her mother's hand and drank bean juice, and saw that her second brother was crazy and her eldest brother was fighting fiercely for food, so she couldn't help but take the chopsticks that were put aside and threw them over: "No more rules to bully the boss, beat you!" ”

Yuan Bao was hit on the head by chopsticks, and when he turned around, he saw his own sister who was riding a horse for him every day, and he could only touch his head and admit it. Otherwise, if you worry about your sister, his father can beat his ass and bloom.

"The second brother didn't bully him! It's a joke. Don't beat your brother, your second brother feeds you meat buns. He sat down next to his sister, and despite her struggles, he pouted and stamped her face with joy.