Chapter 424 Wang Qingyuan

On the hillside, watching Lu Junyi and his party galloping away with a trail of dust, Wang Yan turned his head and looked at Wu Song beside him: "Erlang, your brother's marriage has been settled, and you should also pay attention to your marriage."

Wu Song came back to see his sister-in-law because of his brother's marriage. Otherwise, he would have many things to do on weekdays and would not have much free time.

It was really difficult for Wu Dalang to find a partner. The young girl was unwilling to marry, after all, she was old and had defects. The only thing worth praising was that she could earn money. After all, those who worked with Wang Daguanren had surplus money at home, which was a consensus.

The official had been here for more than a year. Although he was a bastard in the mouths of the so-called heroes, he was really well-known in the mouths of the poor people. In Yanggu County, people knew what kind of treatment those who worked for the official were treated. As the base camp, Wangjiazhuang, the people here have been related to the great official for generations, and some good jobs are only in Wangjiazhuang. In just one year, Wangjiazhuang has doubled its size. The treatment of those people there is certainly no secret.

Therefore, Wangjiazhuang is absolutely a popular place for marriage. The six counties of Yunzhou, and even the entire Jingdong Road, are all first-class good conditions. It is really not an easy thing for ordinary people to marry in Wangjiazhuang.

However, it also has this advantage. Although Wu Dalang’s partner is not easy to find, after a year, he still found a girl who is not so pretty.

The girl is from Dong Axian next door. There are three younger brothers in the family. She is the only big girl. The family is very poor. Her mother takes care of two acres of thin land, and her father works in the county. Counting the various taxes that come in, they have no food to eat and live a hard life. So when the news came here, the girl’s parents agreed without saying a word. They originally wanted to sell the girl to a rich family as a slave, and now it’s just right.

Wu Dalang was very satisfied after meeting her. He had originally planned to find a widow, but now she was a girl who was more than ten years younger than him, so he was secretly happy. However, he also knew that no matter how ugly the girl was, she would not have trouble getting married, and she was with him just for money.

He lived frugally on weekdays, and he was a foreman here with a lot of monthly salary. Because of his good brother, he was also taken care of a lot on weekdays. It was also because of his good brother that Wu Song did serious work and no longer drank and messed around all day, and he did not have to pay money to apologize, and even gave him a monthly tribute. So in the past year, during the most relaxed days of his life, he saved a lot of money.

Since he knew that the girl was after money, he just gave her money, and he was not afraid of some bad things. He was smarter than Wu Song, or it could be said that he had many years of cautious life experience. First, he had a brother, and second, there was the big official behind him. This marriage was also the concern of the big official, so he didn't worry so much. He would help if he could, as long as the woman lived and gave birth to a son.

Wu Song bowed his hands: "It's up to you, sir."

"It's you who's living with the girl, not me, so why should I make the decision?" Wang Yan shook his head and said: "Unlike your brother, your marriage is easier to say. Don't leave for the next few days, stay at home and meet the girl."

Wu Song was a little embarrassed, laughed, and said nothing more.

"I told you before that the matter of going to the Imperial Guards is almost done. The Western Army, the Northern Army, and our Imperial Guards stationed in the East and West Roads of Beijing, where do you want to go?"

"To the Western Army? Unlike the Northern Army, the Western Army and Xixia are always at war. With Wu Song's ability, the more wars he fights, the more he can stand out. With the help of the great official, Wu Song should be able to command a certain amount of troops."

Wang Yan shook his head: "Since your brother has gotten married, you can't delay. It's not good to go to the Western Army to fight and kill before you have been in love for a few days. So, you should command the Imperial Guards in the East and West Roads of Beijing for a while, and then make plans after you have a son."

Plans can't keep up with changes. He did want to send Wu Song to the border army, but he neglected the matter of marriage. It was not until the official reported Wu Dalang's marriage last month that he remembered that as an elder brother, he should take care of his younger brother and be humane, so it's okay to change the arrangement for Wu Song. It doesn't matter if Wu Song doesn't take charge of the army directly. It's okay to slowly infiltrate and wait. As for why I still have to ask nonsense questions, it's just a habit to win his heart.

"Big sir..."

"Don't say too much, just follow your orders."

"Yes, big sir."

"Go, pack up well, I will meet the young lady in a few days."

Wu Song smiled embarrassedly, turned around and left, and went to practice martial arts.

Seeing his appearance, the big sir also smiled. This Wu Song is usually aloof, and few people can catch his eye. He didn't say a word when he was injured and bleeding, and called him a man. In the past, when he mentioned women, he looked disapproving. Now that his brother is married, he will take care of his affairs soon. This woman is about to confront him and panic, and his little heart begins to beat.

After explaining to the housekeeper beside him, Wang Yan turned back to the house and chatted with Jinlian who was always nervous.

It all comes down to the question of whether to have a boy or a girl. Women in this era all have this worry, and women from ordinary families have a lot of worries. Mr. Wang has such a large family fortune and only has one concubine, so naturally the pressure is even greater. Although Chinese medicine can tell the gender of the baby by taking the pulse, and she had asked a doctor to take the pulse before, and the doctor said it was a boy, Pan Jinlian didn't quite believe it. After all, she had heard of wrong pulses before.

"You'll know in half a month. You can't change your random thoughts." Looking at Jin Lian with a sad face, Wang Yan said with a smile: "Your random thoughts can easily hurt the child in your belly. Where are your needles and threads? They are not for the children. Are you making clothes?"

Pan Jinlian sat sideways on the sofa that the official had later made, cradling her big belly with her hands: "Official, how can I not think about it? If she is really a girl, how can Jinlian meet people."

"I'm nineteen and you're twenty. We're young. What's the big deal if we have a boy or a girl? We'll grow up in the future. I don't blame you. Who else dares to blame you? Just relax. Xiaolan, go make some clothes. I found some pieces of sewing and cloth and gave my wife something to do, so that I wouldn’t have to think too much.”

Xiaolan, who was a little sleepy next to her, got up obediently, ran to the room, took out a bunch of things, and made small clothes with Pan Jinlian.

Wang Yan smiled, got up and went to the study room in the west room to read and write in large characters...

In the next few days, Wu Song began his blind date journey. Unlike Wu Dalang, Wu Song's qualifications were that although he was only an officer, he was still an officer, and his reputation was not small. He was the number one person under the high official. He is a tall man, resolute in appearance, brave and powerful, and has an impressive heroic spirit. He is a golden turtle son-in-law.

Wang Fusheng had already been looking for someone before, but now that Wu Dalang is married, everyone who is interested knows about it and has been waiting to meet. Therefore, Wu Song was very busy every day, running around from all over the country, visiting the ladies of various families.

It was also during this period that Yan Qing, who had just left for a few days, came quickly with two people, expressed her gratitude to Wang Yan, and said that a gift from Lu Junyi would arrive in a few days.

When the official asked for details, Yan Qing angrily told what happened.

It turned out that after leaving Wangjiazhuang and returning to Daming Mansion, Yan Qing remembered the words of the official and began to pay attention to Li Gu secretly. He didn't trust Wang Daguan's words about judging people. He was just extremely loyal to his master, Lu Junyi. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his master and wanted to solve the problem. In addition, Li Gu didn't like Li Gu at first, so this became a matter of course.

After asking the accountant to check some accounts in recent years and discovering that Li Gu had misappropriated a large amount of money, he wanted to have an attack, but by chance, Lu Junyi was out hunting that day, and he excused himself because he was not feeling well at home. It was also like this that he discovered that Li Gu was secretly having an affair with his mistress, Jia.

He suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and informed Lu Junyi of the matter. Lu Junyi didn't believe it at first. After all, he was so good and had confidence in himself that he didn't even know how to do it, let alone dare to do anything to make him feel sorry for him.

But in the end, what Yan Qing said was true, and the falsification of the accounts was evident in black and white. He cooperated and found an opportunity to go out again. In fact, he sneaked back secretly and caught Jia and Li Gu in bed.

Li Gu was a domestic slave, and it would be okay if he died. At most he would have to pay a fine, so of course he had no reason to live. While out hunting with Lu Junyi, he slipped and fell off a cliff and died.

As for Jia, he died of illness.

This was a real family scandal, Yan Qing could say, and Lu Junyi naturally explained it openly. He accepted Wang Daguan's love, and he was sincerely grateful. Ordinary people, as long as they are petty-minded, should also hate the official Wang. After all, he doesn't talk nonsense, and he doesn't have such troubles. They won't become enemies, but they won't get close either.

Lu Junyi is quite sensible, not bad.

Wang Yan sent Yan Qing away and asked people to prepare a funeral. After all, his wife was dead, so he had to be casual...

In early September, in the middle of the night, the Wang family mansion was not quiet. In the square, women were crying and screaming in pain, and there was also the sound of the old woman shouting that the mother was trying hard. It was Pan Jinlian giving birth. The so-called son's birthday and mother's Good Friday are nothing more than this.

In the garden in the backyard, senior officials were sitting at a table, drinking liquor from this era one sip at a time. Pure grain brewing, made through simple blending. The difference between good wine and bad wine lies in whether the odor has been removed. The cleaner the removal, the better. Of course, the degree is also a key to measurement, but the current distillation technology is far from reaching 56, 780 degrees. Another point is that the higher the degree, the more food is consumed.

There is no doubt that high officials drink good wine. It's just a little over 20 degrees. To him, it's just like water, not much better than beer. It's really grain juice. He had been drinking it for more than a year and had adapted to the taste. He felt the grain aroma in it and it actually tasted good. The key, of course, is to adapt.

This is also the reason why he doesn't make distilled liquor himself. The other reason is that liquor is government-run. Compared with the current business, making wine is not the best choice. After all, there are plenty of profitable businesses out there, so why stick to winemaking. Of course, he does not brew and sell it on a large scale, but he does make alcohol and the like.

Wu Song is a drunkard and drinks well, so he also mixed some alcohol with over 50 degrees for him. If he didn't do it, this kid would secretly drink alcohol by himself... His elder brother was very good at what he did...

Listening to the painful screams, the official looked up at the nearly full moon and drank by himself.

"Master, my wife must be fine. She will definitely give birth to a big fat boy." Wang Fusheng waved his fan and helped the young master to swat away the troublesome flies. He said comforting words and said he should hold tight at this time.

Wang Yan shook his head, smiled, and poured a glass of wine for the old housekeeper: "Uncle Fu, I'm not worried. I know her situation. It's no problem. I'm just thinking of a name for the child. Also, I can't call her young master anymore." "

Wang Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, yes, Mashan is going to have a young master, I really didn't expect it. From now on, I will be called master?"

After saying this, Wang Fusheng smacked his lips and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, it's too old to call him old, it's better to call him the boss, what do you think, boss?"

"It's up to you, it depends on your mood."

"Okay, boss. I have to tell you tomorrow that the young master is now a father, so you can't call him that randomly. So, boss, what name did you give the young master?"

"Qingyuan."

"Good, good name."

Wang Yan laughed and clinked glasses with the old housekeeper. No matter what name is given, everyone will say it's good, who dares to say it's not good? As for this name, of course, there is no special intention. After all, he has long been tired of naming children, but as a father, he has to give it. Out of boredom, he used his still ineffective Yixue to calculate for his eldest son. Well, he lacks water in his fate, so this name came.

While the two were drinking, the sound in the room suddenly became urgent.

"Madam, push harder, push harder."

"It's coming out, it's coming out."

As Pan Jinlian screamed in relief, the midwife shouted happily, and then, Mr. Wang's son received his first beating after birth. The little thing squinted his eyes, stretched his throat, and cried hard, announcing his arrival to the world.

Soon, Cuiping ran out: "Master, Master, Madam has given birth, it's a little master, it's a little master."

Wang Yan laughed and turned to look at the old housekeeper: "Uncle Fu, let's have a drink tomorrow night to make everyone in the village lively. When it's the full moon, remember to remind me to have a buffet."

"Don't worry, Master... Master, I can't forget it, I can't forget it." Wang Fusheng was more excited than his father, Wang Yan. This was a big deal. The old Wang family had an heir.

After waiting for a while, the two midwives and the maids cleaned up Pan Jinlian and the child, gave Pan Jinlian some porridge to restore her strength, fed the child some milk, and Wang Yan dealt with the placenta before going in to hold his son.

Just born, twitching, all like that. But looking at the eyebrows and eyes, he is also handsome. After taking a look, he handed the child to the old housekeeper who arranged for the midwife to come.

The big official sat down by the couch, looked at the exhausted Pan Jinlian, and held his hand.

"Official..."

Wang Yan stroked her wet hair: "It's time to rest assured now, you are a great contributor, have a good rest."

Pan Jinlian hummed and closed her eyes in satisfaction. After a while, she fell asleep...

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