[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

After returning to the room to clean his face, he was escorted by the waiter to take off his clothes and go to bed.If it is true, this kind of life is countless times better than Wen Le's in modern times.

How expensive are modern babysitters!Thousands of dollars a month, just doing housework.Moreover, most of them are elderly women who are working, and their tempers are almost not small. It is much more difficult than dreaming to ask them to serve to undress and wash their faces.

But now, Wen Le has four maids and two servants to serve Wen Le's basic necessities alone.Besides Chen Xiang, he also has three servant girls named Shuitong, Gingko, and Mingliu, who are in charge of helping him dress, eat, wash his face, and brush his teeth. Two book boys, Cangshu and Liandong, take turns reading to him.

The books they read were just some weird travel notes, the descriptions were almost the same, and they were not very interesting. After listening to a few words, Wen Le let them rest by themselves.

After the door was locked, he put down the curtain, closed his eyes, and finally sank into his own thoughts quietly.

In the dark world, a brightly lit page slowly emerged from the air.

The length and width of this page cannot be calculated. If you look carefully, the distance is endless, but it can make the small icons in the corners very clear.At the top of the page, no matter how it changes, there will always be a row of big black characters - "Seeing the meaning, taking what you give"

Underneath that, in the upper right corner, there is a line of small marks with the same font, which says - "[Original member] Wen Xianle, last login time: 21 hours ago."

Wen Le stretched out his palm. Strange to say, he clearly had his eyes closed, but in the dark, he saw his fat and round arms, which were not covered by the wide sleeves, raised in mid-air, and pressed down towards his name on the top.

The brightly lit page became dull for a moment, and then transformed into Wen Le's own background.

He checked the information. As an original member, he only had two frames for placing goods, and now one of the frames with his jade pendant was empty.He changed his mind to look at his balance, and saw 2500 in Arabic numerals.

This is an unusually mature virtual market with little competition.

Since coming to this era, Wen Le has discovered this completely abnormal place and started to deal with it every day.

If you really want to make it clear, this page seems to be more like Taobao in later generations.

Everyone conducts virtual transactions, and the goods placed can be browsed by interested people, and the price is set by themselves, and the virtual currency on this page is traded.

The virtual currency can be used to buy the goods that you can see. Twenty-one hours ago, Wen Le bought a health pill worth 21 yuan. After taking it, he had the body and strength to stand up from the bed and blow in the yard.

This makes him believe that the page used for transactions is real.

As an original member, Wenle only has two shelves for selling items, and each shelf can only hold one real commodity.The set transaction currency will be displayed under the picture of the product that the customer can see. Generally speaking, the transaction is carried out silently and quietly, without too much conversation and bargaining.Although he is an original member, Wen Le also has some authority. Judging from the pages he can browse, there are not many merchants in this firm.

And the products can also be said to be relatively monotonous.The merchant with the most authority that he can see so far only has fifteen shelves on the page.

For things that really work, the seller will also mark a sky-high price.It's like a pistol he's fancy, the number at the bottom is followed by four zeros, only seven bullets are delivered, and the bullets are bought separately, which may not be cheap.

There are also things that are relatively cheap, such as mineral water instant noodles, which seem to be products that come with the mall. Usually, they can be bought for two or three coins, but Wen Le doesn't need these.

After discovering that the jade pendant had been sold, Wen Le opened his eyes and looked around the room, then took down a yellow fei ruyi from the antique shelf, lay back on the bed and sank into consciousness, placed the thing in the shelf, and then A price of 4000 yuan was marked on it.

Jade and metals are not uncommon in the mall, and he can't sell them at a higher price.As for the others, Wen Le didn't have so many items to waste on the shelves to open up the market.

The points jumped a bit and became 1/10. He thought that after ten transactions, he would be able to upgrade to one level, multiple shelves or something.

Wen Le browsed the page, bought a pack of fruity hard candies for three coins, and bought a new pill that he had taken earlier.After opening his eyes, he found that the air was fluctuating, and the product he just bought appeared on the bed.

The occurrence of such a scene is a bit too weird, so it can only be carried out in a tight curtain.After lying down for a while, he got up and folded his clothes, and shouted outside: "Chen Xiang, call Shang Shui Tong, and go to my wife's place in a while!"

Wen Le was not in good health during this period, and the elders sent people to comfort him, telling him to rest and not to move around.However, he was quite familiar with the mother in this body.

Wen's family has three bedrooms, and it is obvious that they are not pleasing in Wen's mansion.When he just woke up, there were not many helpers around him who took care of his sicknesses. Instead, the noble third wife, Webster, stayed by the bed day and night from morning to night to feed his wrinkle and medicine.Although her strength is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and she can't grasp whether it is good or bad, but compared to Shen Xiangtong, who bows her head and promises, she has true feelings that are as heavy as a thousand jin.

Wen Le's relationship with his parents was not close in his previous life, and Wei Shi's emotions were quite unfamiliar to him.In fact, for him, no matter how meticulous Webster was, the object he was facing was not the living Wen Le now.However, people's hearts are fleshy, and Webster's worries and concerns are really what he enjoys.As the person who occupied her son's body, Wen Le felt guilty and warm-hearted. Over time, after a few months, he finally opened his heart and regarded her as his hard-won good mother.

Some time ago, the weather was mostly bad. In twelve hours, there were at least ten hours of heavy snow.In order to take care of him, Wei Shi rushed to his yard every day before dawn. In the past few days, Wen Le's spirit gradually improved, but Wei Shi seemed to have caught a cold and stayed in his yard to recuperate.

There was a lot of gossip in front of the widow's house. Although the third master had just gone, Wen Le could already clearly feel that Webster was starting to behave carefully in Wen's house.From this point of view, leaving Dadu for Fuchun with him is not a bad thing at all.

Webster's yard seemed even more barren than his.There is no trace of green in the whole yard, dead trees and bare branches grow wantonly, and the rockery and pond are even more lifeless.Entering from the gate of the courtyard, even the old nuns who stayed behind were exhausted when they greeted her.

Not far away, he heard the soft and muffled voice of a child in his ears. He paused, and then walked even faster.

Jing Zhe, the eldest girl next to Wei Shi, was quite pleasantly surprised when she saw him, and without telling him, she directly opened the curtain to welcome him in.Although the sky outside was not bright, the inside of the house was even darker, and there were quite a few candles lit around, which did not make Wen Le, who was used to electric lights, think how brilliant it was.

Webster didn't wear powder, her face was dark yellow, she looked haggard, and she was wearing a thick dark green coat and skirt.She was leaning on the couch beside her, smiling and staring at a child sitting in front of her couch.

"Mother." Wen Le called softly, and stepped into the inner room from the darkness.

Seeing him, Webster was surprised and delighted, and immediately tried to get up from the bed, saying incessantly, "Oh, Le'er, it's so cold, what are you doing here!"

Wen Le quickly went to help her: "Mother, lie down!"

Wei Shi sighed, patted his hand, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes: "You feel better? Did you bring a hand stove on the way?"

Wen Le smiled calmly and asked her to touch her warm palm, then sat down on the side of the couch with a worried face: "Let's not talk about me first, did mother take her medicine on time today? I came in from the courtyard, except for one Mommy, only Jing Zhe is the attendant, did the mother see the rest?"

Wei Shi was taken aback, knowing that his son was worried that he would be neglected, and there was some indescribable irony in his heart.

His son is good in everything, even his appearance is round and handsome, but the only thing she is dissatisfied with is his temper.

Sanfang's status in Wen's residence is quite embarrassing, and even Wen Le and his mother have been cautious in their lives since they were young.Perhaps because of this relationship, this child has been extremely timid and cowardly since he was a child, and he dared not blush with others easily. When he was bullied by his cousins, he only dared to hide in the rockery and cry secretly.Although Wei Shi's heart hurts, there is nothing she can do. She is used to her duty, so how can she argue with a few bitter sisters-in-law for Wen Le?

However, this time he just recovered from a serious illness, and the child's posture looks a little different from before.

Webster nodded and waved to the upright child sitting on the chair with a smile: "Yonger, come and talk to your father!"

The child sitting on the chair, looked to be only three or four years old, white and tender, and chubby, quite cute.

This is Wen Le's cheap son. His mother was Qing Su, a big maid that Wei Shi had assigned to Wen Le in the early years. She was probably used to teach others things, but unexpectedly she was born in the first place.His mother died of dystocia while giving birth to him, and the child has been raised by Webster since then.

Their generation was of the Daoist generation, and the third master also liked this golden grandson very much at that time. He didn't demand his origin, pampered him in every way, and even named him himself.

Wen Daoyong, Wen Daoyong, this mediocrity is not the mediocre mediocrity, but the mediocre mediocrity.

In the future, Wen Le will marry a wife and have a son-in-law. This chubby little chubby who is loved so much now has to be wise and safe.

Wen Le didn't think so much, the ancient education was very weird, it just didn't allow father and son to get close, and wanted to make the elder and younger generation equal to cat and mouse.He came from modern times and has a child-loving temper. Seeing Yuan Xiaopang's big black eyes staring at him with a little aggrievedness, he smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the child in his arms, and asked, "Yonger, today is the day?" Have you ever listened to me?"

Yuan Xiaopang felt novelty and liking for his father's embrace, his lips were pursed and his face turned red for a moment, he lowered his head in shame and fear and said, "Father, I learned the thousand-character prose with my grandmother today..."

"Oh! Such ability?" Wen Le lifted the child up in the air and kissed it twice fiercely, "My dear son! Dad will give you sweets!"

After he finished speaking, he took out a bag of candy from his collar and stuffed it into Yuan Xiaopang's arms: "Go quickly! Ask the nanny to peel it for you to eat."

Chubby Yuan hugged the candy in surprise, looked at the colorful little piece in novelty, and stared at the serious father who suddenly became so close to him.

Wen Le wanted to say something else, but the child suddenly withdrew his eyes and ran out of the outer room.

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Wen Le sighed, and took Wei Shi's hand: "Mother, I have wronged you these few days. The emperor has not issued an order yet, but I guess, it will be two months before the beginning of spring. "

Wei Shiben was looking at him dumbfounded, but when he heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, and tears fell for no reason.

Patting her son's hand, she choked up and said, "It's hard for you! With your uncle and second uncle, my mother has no more skills. In the past few days, I have sent Gu Yu Xiaoman and the others to sell the few Zhuangzi I married. This We don't let the mansion know about the money, our family... oh!"

Wen Le's eyes were a little gloomy, Wen's mansion is now a mess.Not to mention that the emperor above is eyeing him covetously, even the two uncles of the family have their own thoughts.After the news of Wen Le's appointment came out, the expenses in the mansion have increased in the past few days. Some time ago, Wei Shi suddenly remembered his dowry, and opened the warehouse to check, but there was only less than half of it left.

At this moment, the grievance and pain, no matter how difficult it is, can only be swallowed silently.

Wen Le laughed: "What is mother worried about? If the dowry is gone, it will be gone, and the son will not sit and eat. Besides, what is the use of those dowries? When Fuchun comes, the son will definitely earn back thousands of times! "

Wei Shi chuckled, but he was still worried, and his sallow complexion darkened again.

Wen Le is a little sad, the situation is stronger than others now, although he has been conferred a title, most people still think that going to Fuchun is not far from death.In the Wen family, people are used to talking lightly, and no one will think highly of him for the sake of his title. Wechsler's grievances can only wait until the future to find the place.

Seeing the change in his expression, Webster's expression became more melancholy: "Forget it, most of this place, our family will be clean after leaving."

Jing Zhe outside suddenly said softly at this moment: "Madam, my lord, Master Run has arrived."

Wei Shi was stunned for a moment, his expression became tense in an instant, and there seemed to be fear between his brows.

The curtain of the inner room was lifted, and a tall and strong man stepped in with his back to the light. He was wearing a soap-colored uniform, and his big sleeves were thrown out in a round arc from mid-air.

With the dim candlelight in the room, Wen Le could finally see the appearance of the person coming.

This person has fair skin, eyebrows like spring mountains, and a rather high bridge of nose.A pair of eyes are not very big, but they are delicate and tall, with upturned eye tails, and there is a hidden Weihe in the eyes, which is really the prototype of "Dan Fengyan" in the book records.The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was holding a smile, and when he looked at it like this, he had a warm and soft taste.

The young master of the third room was not born in Webster's belly.This is an extremely embarrassing position, but in the Wen residence, few people dare to disrespect this young master.

Even Wei Shi, looking at it this way, was vaguely afraid of him.

Wen Le saw his eyes flowing, and the way he greeted Wei Shi with a smile, and doubts gradually arose in his heart.