Chapter 148 My young, beautiful and wealthy wife!

Late at night.

A drizzle of autumn rain quietly fell on the city of Bianjing, covering the entire city with a hazy and mysterious veil.

Morning light breaks.

The maids and servants in the mansion gradually woke up and began to work quietly.

Zi Ze Ju.

The couple in the house had already gotten up.

Hualan sat in front of the dressing mirror, dressing herself up with the help of Cuichan and Caizhan.

The already pretty face, after being moisturized for a few days, looks even more radiant and gorgeous.

The two maids helped to take care of the bed while secretly exchanging glances with each other. They had changed the bedsheets and quilts countless times last night. They were amazed that their master was indeed an extraordinary person, and they covered their mouths and laughed softly, which made Hualan blush even more.
Yang Wenyuan leaned against the windowsill, watching this rare autumn rain.

Under the eaves in front of me, strings of crystal clear raindrops formed a line and fell into the small puddle in the courtyard, splashing circles of delicate ripples.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely.

When the autumn rain comes again, it makes people even more sentimental.

Yang Wenyuan was also a thoughtful person. Looking at the increasingly heavy rain outside the window, he couldn't help but sigh:
"It's raining so hard..."

Hearing Yang Wenyuan's voice, the master and servant all looked over.

"I'm afraid the freshly washed bedding won't dry easily."

"..."

Even though she knew that Yang Wenyuan was not serious, Hua Lan couldn't help but frown when she suddenly heard these words. She didn't even bother to be shy.

Seeing Yang Wenyuan's evil smile, how could she not understand that he was deliberately making fun of her? She immediately protested and gave him a lot of coquettish scolding.

After some fun.

The cook in the mansion had already prepared breakfast, and the maids had placed it on the table. All the dishes were delicious and tasty.

There are not many entertainment activities, so Yang Wenyuan is naturally very particular about food.

If I still eat simple meals, wouldn’t it be a waste of this trip?

Eat well, drink well and don't delay your work.

Today Yang Wenyuan will go back to Sheng's house to study.

Hualan also got up early and had breakfast with Yang Wenyuan.

After carefully preparing the homework and raincoat for Yang Wenyuan and watching him get on the carriage, Hua Lan turned around and returned home.

Yang Wenyuan has his things to do, and Hua Lan also has a lot of things to deal with.

The first to be affected are the assets in the government office.

When he returned home yesterday afternoon, after Hua Lan asked him indirectly, Yang Wenyuan honestly handed over the account books of the mansion.

The fact that Yang Wenyuan was able to hand over the account books so easily naturally meant that he had made all the necessary preparations.

He has already set aside a secret book for many things that are inconvenient to show, such as the income and expenditure of the gunpowder workshop. After all, it is better not to know many things. The more you know, the more uncomfortable you will feel.

As for the list given to Hualan, it contained the mansion's legitimate properties, such as fixed assets and manors. Yang Wenyuan did not hold back at all and told her everything.

However, before Hua Lan had time to take a closer look yesterday, Yang Wenyuan urged her to have dinner. What happened next is hard to describe.

Zi Ze lives in the study.

Hualan picked up the account book from the Marquis's mansion and started looking at it.

Seeing this, Hua Lan was immediately surprised.

The numbers of land deeds, shops, farmhouses and servants in the account books were all unheard of. She thought that the dowry her mother and grandmother had put together for her was already amazing, but compared with the assets of the Marquis's Mansion that had been accumulated for who knows how many years, it was nothing.

But there was one thing that made Hualan very strange.

With so many shops and farmers, why is the output of the Marquis' Mansion so little in recent years?
It even cost the Marquis's family a lot of money.

Is it due to poor management?
Yang Wenyuan: I am not talented. I just added a zero by secretly making a small stroke with my pen.

Hua Lan could only guess that it was because Yang Wenyuan, as the housekeeper, had not supervised and evaluated his subordinates regularly over the years, causing them to become slack.

However, new people and new atmosphere, these are all past events, and Hualan does not intend to care about them.

However, if the output of all parties this year is not satisfactory, Hualan plans to rectify it according to the methods taught by her grandmother.

As a lady, this is a good opportunity for me to show off my skills.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch.

Hualan rubbed her slightly sore neck and was about to invite Cuichan to have dinner, but she saw Madam Chen's personal maid coming over.

He bowed lightly and said respectfully:
"Madam, the second old lady asked you to have lunch with her at noon."

With Hualan marrying into the Yang family, Madam Chen has become the oldest woman in the Yang family's direct lineage. She is unprecedented in her forties to have been given the title of old lady.

Yang Yuqing has also reported for duty today.

In the huge marquis's mansion, there were only two women left, Madam Chen and Hualan, one big and one small.

Hua Lan thought about what Yang Wenyuan had said before, that although her uncle and aunt's family had a separate courtyard in the Marquis' Mansion, they moved to Xingguofang a few years ago.

Since he came to me at this time today, he must be talking about leaving.

When they arrived at the place, everything turned out just as Hua Lan had expected.

As soon as they entered the room and exchanged a few pleasantries, Mrs. Chen brought up this matter.

"You two are now married, and my role as your aunt is complete. It's time to make room for you two."

Hualan was quite reluctant to leave.

If Madam Chen left, and Yang Wenyuan went away to study, wouldn't I be the only one left in the mansion during the day?
Therefore, he advised politely:
"Aunt, are you unhappy living here? If you're worried about rumors outside, Wenyuan and I are already married, so there's no need to worry."

Mrs. Chen shook her head and said jokingly:

"You don't have to persuade me. Every time I move in again, I have to be driven around by your husband for a while. Now that you, my wife, are here, I have to hurry up and pack my bags. I'm afraid that my nephew will conscript me again in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea at night."

Although the Marquis' Mansion is much larger than the one in Xingguofang, it is not Madam Chen's own home after all. So even though it is spacious, she feels that it is not as comfortable as living in her own yard.

Hualan knew that Madam Chen was joking, but she already understood that Madam Chen was determined to leave.

Right.

If it was really possible to persuade her, Yang Wenyuan would have done so long ago, and it would not have been the turn of his newly married niece-in-law.

The aunt and her daughter-in-law continued chatting for a while, and then went their separate ways on the pretext of taking a nap.

Leave the courtyard.

Hualan led Cuichan and Caizhan and walked on the corridor back to Zi Ze Ju.

The autumn rain is still dripping.

Along the way, the maids of the marquis's mansion were either walking hurriedly in the corridor or passing by holding oil-paper umbrellas. When they met Hualan and her group, they all stepped aside to make way, bowed their heads and respectfully called out "Madam!" Hualan also nodded slightly and smiled lightly in response. She was very kind and approachable, making the servants say that it was as if they had seen the old wife of the Marquis of Pingyang.

Hualan naturally had no idea about the gossips going on among the people.

At this moment, she was thinking about one thing in her mind - the former housekeeper, Mother Hu.

After hearing what her grandmother, Old Lady Sheng, said yesterday, Hua Lan began thinking about how to make up for it.

But Hualan also has her own thoughts.

She wanted to know whether Mother Hu complained to Yang Wenyuan or Madam Chen after she was suddenly removed from her position as manager.

If a complaint is filed, then just show your respect for it, so as not to disappoint the elders in the mansion.

If there is no complaint, it will be a bit difficult to deal with. I'm afraid I will have to spend more time to win people's hearts.

Judging from the performance of Yang Wenyuan and Mrs. Chen, it is obvious that Mother Hu did not gossip, but accepted Hualan's arrangement and went to manage the garden.

This made Hualan feel even more guilty. Hualan had checked the indentures in the mansion and knew that Madam Hu had married a small steward in the account office of the mansion under the matchmaking of the old lady. It had been more than ten years since then and they had a son and a daughter.

These two are naturally also family-born children.

The boy is older and is now a minor steward of a manor outside the city of Bianjing. He is not married yet.

The girl's name is Chuntao. She is about the same age as Cuichan and Caizhan. She is now a second-class maid in the mansion.

This man is already the manager of a manor. The location and output of that manor are good. His life may be more comfortable than that of the manager of a marquis's mansion. Hualan thought that the only thing she could do was to grant him a marriage.

However, Cuichan has already been promised to Changqing, so the candidate can only be chosen from Caizhan and other female servants in the dowry.

Fortunately, there is no rush for this matter. We just need to pass a message to Mother Hu and let the man make his own decision.

Next came Chuntao.

At her age, she has become a second-class maid, which must be due to the support of her mother, Mother Hu. Therefore, Hualan thought that there was no need to give her too much, otherwise it would be difficult to handle in the future. Therefore, she planned to let her take charge of disciplining the maids, but not taking full charge, just a small part.

Although Mother Li replaced Mother Hu, Hualan did not intend to let Mother Li become "Mother Hu" again.

Instead, important matters such as purchasing, garden care, night shift management in the inner courtyard, and the discipline of newly bought maids were assigned to the senior first-class maids from the marquis's mansion.

Mother Li is in charge of supervision, and Hualan is the judge.

This move can not only make you feel relaxed, but also win people's hearts. It couldn't be better.

After thinking this through, Hualan immediately called Mother Li and asked her to bring up these matters slowly during her daily communication with Mother Hu and to express her attitude.

Regardless of whether Mother Hu accepts it or not, I have a clear conscience.

At this time, Yang Wenyuan also went home wearing a straw raincoat.

Just enough time for me to take a late nap with Hualan.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped.

The warm sunlight shines through the carved window lattices and shines on the brocade carpet, creating mottled light and shadows.

At this time, in the study of the Marquis's Mansion.

Yang Wenyuan sat at the desk, and as usual, he took the copy of what Zhuang Xuejiu had said in class that Changbai had copied and studied it carefully.

Hua Lan was standing nearby, holding a thick account book and also looking at it attentively.

The room was silent, with only the rustling of book pages being heard.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The sun sets.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire courtyard, as if everything in the world was coated with a layer of golden light.

When the light and shadow fell on the pages of the book, Yang Wenyuan suddenly felt something.

Looking up, I saw Hualan with her back to the sun, with golden light behind her, like a flower with a subtle but lingering fragrance.

Hua Lan seemed to be touched as well, and met Yang Wenyuan's gaze head-on.

"What? I got ink stains on my face?"

Hua Lan subconsciously moved her right hand holding the brush away and touched her cheeks with her left hand.

Yang Wenyuan smiled and shook his head, saying only:

"Nothing, I just saw that it was almost time for dinner, so I asked if you were hungry?"

Hualan then realized what was happening and turned back to look out the window. When the afterglow filled her face, she realized that the sun had already set.

He turned around and looked at the many teas and snacks on the desk, wondering:

"We ate so much this afternoon? Are you still hungry now?"

"That's not the case!"

Yang Wenyuan looked serious and said earnestly:
"Most of the things delivered to me went into your mouth. I must be hungry!"

Yang Wenyuan has always understood the principle that the wicked are the first to complain. Although I eat a lot, compared with the amount I eat in a normal meal, you definitely eat more than me.

Hualan also felt that she was not hungry now. With a slightly confused look on her face, she nodded doubtfully.

"Let's go eat, then?"

"Ok!"

Yang Wenyuan nodded solemnly:

"My wife has worked hard all day, why don't you eat dinner at home and go to Fanlou!"

"what?"

Hua Lan is now officially the head of the family, so the first thought that comes to her mind is that Fanlou is too expensive.

Just when I was about to refuse, I heard Yang Wenyuan say:

"My treat!"

After spending such a long time together, Yang Wenyuan has discovered that his wife seems to have awakened some kind of money-loving nature. She is reluctant to carry the expensive jewelry she bought at the wedding on weekdays and has to put it at the bottom of the box before she feels at ease. That's why he made such a foresighted guarantee.

But Yang Wenyuan was too happy too early. Hua Lantan opened her mouth and said:

"No wonder the public income of the mansion has been so low in recent years, and the inner treasury has not increased. I guess they were all driven away by your treats."

"..."

Seeing Hua Lan's joy at having guessed the truth, Yang Wenyuan secretly complained in his heart:
"You still don't have an estimate of the assets of the Marquis' Mansion. If we really entertain guests like this, I'm afraid that if we invite Gu Tingye, Rong Xian, Chang Feng and others for a year, the mansion will have a huge surplus of income."

So, we are not afraid of the rich Nth generation eating, drinking and having fun, but we are afraid of the rich Nth generation working hard to become stronger.

You see, Yang Wenyuan is the best example right now.

You can eat and drink enough to keep you from being poor, but starting a business can really make you poor!

However, Yang Wenyuan couldn't refute it, otherwise the whereabouts of the huge amount of funds that disappeared in the middle would be a big problem.

In order to avoid discord between husband and wife, Yang Wenyuan nodded very seriously.

"That's right, Hua'er, you're right. We won't go to Fanlou. We'll have dinner at home..."

"Go, why not go?"

Who would have thought that Hua Lan would say arrogantly:

"It's my treat tonight!"

Well, Yang Wenyuan then realized that Hualan in front of him was also a wealthy woman with piles of gold and jade.

Hualan's dowry came from many sources.

The heaviest item was the dowry that Wang Ruofu added - because it was a high-class marriage, and Hualan was very dear to her, Wang Ruofu took out almost half of the dowry she had originally received from the Wang family and her uncle, and put it into Hualan's dowry.

The second is Old Madam Sheng.

She also took out many things from the dowry inherited from the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion. Although a lot of it was spent on the Sheng family in her early years, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

In addition to jewelry, they also gave a lot of fertile land.

The eldest branch of the Sheng family, Youyang, also added a lot of things, but they were given in the name of gifts to make the Sheng family look better.

When you add up all these sums, they add up to huge fortunes.

On the day Hualan got married, her dowry weighed several hundred pieces. It was not until dark, when all the guests had left, that they were finally able to move all the items. This was a recent curiosity in Bianjing.

Therefore, if we do not talk about the fixed value of production and only talk about working capital, the money of Yang Wenyuan, this "entrepreneurial prodigal son", is really far less than that of Hualan, a young wealthy woman.

No wonder Yang Rujin silently called Yang Wenyuan a "giant" after she found out about the dowry Hualan brought into the Marquis' Mansion.

At this moment, Yang Wenyuan was looking at Hualan in the sunset, and he felt happy no matter how he looked at her.

This is definitely a young rich woman with fair skin, beautiful looks and long legs!
Rich woman, hungry!
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