"Qing Yu." Wen Changfeng frowned: "You are too nonsense, and there should be a degree of reduction in expenses." Although you are a new official and need to stand up, you can't go too far! ”

"Isn't it?" Aunt Deng said softly: "Xiangye, haven't you seen the miserable appearance of the second aunt when she first came here today, where do you look like a relative of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" It's not even as good as calling Hanako. ”

Wen Qingyu smiled: "So, what does Daddy think, how to deal with this matter?" ”

Luo Yeji's phoenix eyes flashed, is the girl's tone to admit it? Impossible.

Wen Changfeng sighed slightly: "I think, your temperament is still not very calm, don't do it to preside over the feed." ”

"Yes." Wen Qingyu nodded: "Feipian, take out the account book and key and hand them to Daddy." ”

Aunt Deng's eyes flashed with joy very quickly, today's play is to recapture the feedback, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Wen Qingyu pursed his lips, but he didn't see it, presiding over this kind of thing, it took a lot of effort, whoever likes to do it. She didn't have much of the heart to take care of the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"The ledger and key should be handed over to Aunt Deng."

"Yes."

Aunt Deng's eyes flashed with undisguised joy, and as soon as she reached out, she wanted to pick up the thing that Fei Pian was holding in her hand.

"Slow."

The joy on Aunt Deng's face froze instantly, and the ruthlessness in her eyes flashed, knowing that this girl would not easily give up the power of the family.

Wen Qingyuan pursed her lips, and there was a trace of contempt in her beautiful eyes: "Big sister, has you changed your mind again?" ”

A pair of wonderful eyes looked at Luo Yeji: "Big sister always talks like this, so please don't blame the prince." ”

"Of course not."

Wen Qingyu put the account book in his hand, and he tapped it lightly for a while, knocking Aunt Deng's heart up and down.

"Although Qing Yu has not presided over the feeding for a long time, after all, he has also handled it, since he has to hand it over, he has to reconcile the accounts."

A pair of clear eyes are as bright as stars, and there is a hint of chill in a smile.

"May I ask Daddy, what kind of industries do we have in the Prime Minister's Mansion, do you know?"

Wen Changfeng frowned, his heart had never been in the backyard, where would he know what industry there was? He has always only reached out to take money, is there any property that has anything to do with him?

Aunt Deng shuddered slightly, what did she mean by that?

"Three years ago, there were two silk shops on Zhuque Street in the Prime Minister's Mansion, three fat powder shops in Jinyuli, a restaurant on Xuanwu Street, five Zhuangzi outside the city, a tea mountain in Jiangbei, and countless fertile fields."

Wen Changfeng was stunned, there are so many? Immediately, I couldn't suppress the crazy beating in my heart, so many industries almost covered all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and they were all built in the most prosperous area of Yanjing City.

Does that mean that he actually has an endless amount of money in his hand, and his wealth can be channeled, so that he can also collect disciples in the future and live for a hundred years?

"It's a pity ......." Wen Qingyu smacked his lips: "Two years ago, there was only one silk shop left, two fat powder shops left, no restaurant left, three out of five Zhuangzi, as for the good field....... it was no longer visible in the booklet." ”

Wen Changfeng frowned fiercely, and then his eyes were dyed gloomy, and he looked at Aunt Deng mercilessly.

Two years ago, when Aunt Deng started to take charge of the family, why did the industry decrease significantly?

"This year," Wen Qingyu elegantly flipped through the account book: "There is only one fat powder shop left in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it has moved from Jinyuli to Wuyi Lane, and there are only two Granges left. It is only able to maintain normal expenses, and there is no surplus at all. ”

Wen Changfeng was like someone poured a big basin of cold water on his head, and he woke up completely before he started to dream.

A face became more and more gloomy: "What's going on?" ”

Aunt Deng's pupils shrank and she said softly: "What the eldest lady said is right, but in the past few years, somehow, business has become more and more difficult. Xiangye's official position is also getting bigger and bigger, and the silver sent to him is a huge expense, and it must not cost tens of thousands of taels a year? ”

Wen Changfeng nodded, this is true. The favors in the officialdom are all based on silver.

Aunt Deng continued: "Xiang Ye has been promoted, and naturally the house has to be renovated and expanded, and the manpower has increased I don't know how many times. That's not a small amount of money. “

"Besides," Aunt Deng bit her lip: "The second uncle's mother Zhuangzi has a group of servants, not much less than the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The second aunt is not very good at managing Zhuangzi, so don't you have to reach out to the prime minister with this money? ”

She took out a handkerchief and pressed the corner of her eye: "There is no way to be a concubine, so I can only sell my property to maintain the scenery of the Prime Minister's Mansion." The concubine has never treated anyone harshly, and the clothes of the concubine have never been added in the past two years. “

"That's right," Wen Qingyuan's big eyes were full of confusion again, but she didn't blink at Luo Yeji: "My aunt has always knocked out her teeth and swallowed them in her stomach." Qing Kite often watches her aunt so worried that she can't sleep for the livelihood of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion, who knows about this? ”

Aunt Deng only wept secretly, but stopped talking.

The coldness in Wen Changfeng's eyes gradually dissipated, and his voice softened a little: "Jin Cicada, it's really hard for you." ”

Wen Qingyu took a sip of tea slowly, and then said quietly.

"Suzaku Street and Xuanwu Street are adjacent to the inner city of the Imperial Palace, and every inch of land is valuable. The five shops occupy an extremely large area, and each one is at least half the size of the Prime Minister's Mansion. For such a big shop, one shop can sell for 100,000 taels of silver, let alone five? ”

In the late spring and early summer, the sun was warm and brilliant, and the beautiful girl who was lazily leaning on the soft chair spoke slowly and elegantly, and her voice was as crisp as a pearl.

It's a pity that Aunt Deng felt the coldness to the bone, and the handkerchief in the corner of her eyes had not been withdrawn, but the crying in her mouth suddenly stopped.

"Let's talk about those Zhuangzi and fertile fields in the suburbs of Beijing, except for the ones that my mother gave to my second uncle. There are still four Zhuangzi and nearly 1,000 fields left. ”

"At the current market price, an acre of thin land can be sold for about 300 taels of silver, and a fertile field can be sold for 1,000 taels. So how much does it cost to have nearly a thousand tilts of fertile land? Not to mention the tea mountains in Jiangbei. ”

Wen Qingyu's pair of clear eyes slowly swept over Wen Changfeng's gloomy face again: "How much silver can Daddy send in a year?" Ten thousand or twenty thousand? How much can you afford to renovate your house? 50,000 or 100,000? So where does the rest of the money go? ”

Wen Changfeng's face turned red and white, but he couldn't hide the horror in his heart, didn't he know that he was once so rich?

"The eldest lady asked you, where did the rest of the money go, didn't you hear?" There was a hint of blood in the gloomy voice.

Aunt Deng shuddered fiercely: "Xiangye, don't listen to her nonsense." The eldest lady has been raised in the boudoir since she was a child and rarely goes out. Where do you know what the market price is, don't listen to some messy people chewing on the root of the tongue. The concubine has never seen so much silver. ”

Wen Qingyu leaned back in the chair leisurely, and some words were in place, and then he just watched the play.

"Really?" Wen Chang sealed his eyebrows and stood up: "If I let me know that you are greedy for a penny of silver from the Prime Minister's Mansion, be careful that the Prime Minister has killed you." ”

"Concubine, don't dare." Aunt Deng lowered her head obediently, Wen Changfeng looked knowledgeable and gentle on the surface, but in fact, she knew very well that the man was a devil in his bones.

If anyone provokes his interests, he will definitely be able to deny his relatives.

"If you don't believe it, just go to the concubine's house and search it."

"Daddy," Wen Qingyuan saw that Wen Changfeng was really angry, and she was also a little timid: "My aunt is wholeheartedly for the Prime Minister's house, and there is absolutely no silver greedy for ink or two, and even my aunt often uses her own body to supplement the middle of the house." ”

It's okay not to say this, but Wen Changfeng's face darkened a little when he said it.

I couldn't help but look up at Luo Yeji, who closed his eyes and recuperated, fell asleep, and hated to ask someone to gamble on Wen Qingkite's mouth.

Wen Qingyu smiled faintly, what a stupid girl. The daily feed of the dignified Prime Minister's Mansion actually relied on an aunt to make up for it with her own body money, and when she said this, Wen Changfeng's face was completely lost. In the future, won't the nobles of Yanjing City poke him in the backbone to see jokes?

"Daddy has also seen it now, and there is really no extra silver in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Therefore, Qing Yu took it upon himself to reduce the monthly calendar on Zhuangzi. ”

"After all, the monthly profit is for the second aunt alone, and there is no reason to use the second uncle's monthly calendar silver to feed a Zhuangzi person, and the monthly profit of fifty taels is more than my serious eldest lady. It's enough for a well-off family to eat for three months, does Daddy still think Qingyu is too much? ”

Wen Changfeng glanced at Wen Qingyu, he had never liked this daughter, and he had never looked at her since he was a child. In his impression, Wen Qingyu has always been a timid person who is not good at words. When did it become so overwhelming?

Even if he is alone, he is a very powerful minister, and it is difficult to deal with this seventeen-year-old daughter.

"Qing Yu is doing a good job."

As soon as Wen Changfeng said this, the maids and women from the courtyard from Zhuangzi were like deflated balls in an instant, and they lost their spirits one by one.

"Xiangye," Mrs. Lin gritted her teeth and asked boldly, "But what about the daily operation of our Zhuangzi?" How many things are parked there waiting for money, do you ......? ”

"What does Qing Yu think about this matter?"

"Easy to do." Wen Qingyu's eyes turned cold: "Since there are too many people, let's just drive them out." ”

Mrs. Lin shuddered, what do you mean by this? What does it mean to be kicked out? She has been a second master in Zhuangzi all these years.

Zhang's is a confused paper tiger, and she has at her disposal every month's money, which is really a lot of oil and water. Her family is now a wealthy family with a house and land, and she is recently thinking about giving her son a concubine who can be born.

If she is kicked out, won't she cut off her financial means? What's the difference with killing her?

As a result, a pair of old eyes couldn't help but be full of resentment.

"Let me ask you," Wen Qingyu glanced at Mrs. Lin: "Are you free or do you have a deed of sale signed with the Prime Minister's Mansion?" ”

"Except for the tenants in the Zhuangzi, the slaves and maids were all bought back by the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"That's good." Wen Qingyu nodded: "You don't have to rush out." ”

As soon as Mrs. Lin heard that there was no need to drive out, she instantly let out a long breath, and said, how could a little girl who had never seen the world do such a desperate thing? Aren't you afraid of annoying everyone and ruining her reputation?

You must know that the daughter-in-law of the Zhuang family is not a good hand at spreading rumors.

"It's good to just find someone to sell it, not only to save expenses, but also to give the Prime Minister's Mansion one more input. Why not? ”

Wen Qingyu's eyes were cold, of course she didn't ignore the undisguised resentment in Mrs. Lin's eyes just now.

Since she had the idea of calculating her, then don't blame Miss Ben for mercilessly killing her.

"Poof." Mrs. Lin didn't spurt out the old blood, I've seen the bold, but I've never seen such bold.

There are not 1,000 but 500 people up and down in Zhuangzi, are you sure you dare to sell it?

"Bother the prince to contact a buyer for this matter, it's not expensive, just give the money."