Zhang Haotian looked at it with a smile. The family had not been so lively. He felt warm in his heart, "It's a bit like home. From now on, Xiangling, Yu'er and Xiaohong will also move to this yard to live. Everyone will eat together. This way it will be like a home!"

Xiangyun and the others felt a little strange when they saw Zhang Haotian sighing.

Zhang Haotian continued: "The elders in the family have passed away, and there are no elders to help us. There is no mistress at home yet, so you have to rely on you at home. You can help you to make Xiangyun look better, but don't get tired of her, the little girl. Xiangling, Xiaohong, you are older, so you will have more hard work."

"Yes, Master!"

Xiangling, Xiaohong and Yuer immediately stood up excitedly and responded.

The master said this to him, which is equivalent to announcing their position as manager. Although he is not a concubine, his status is completely different.

Although Xiangyun told them yesterday morning that the master told them to raise their identities, they had not heard it from the master and were still a little nervous.

But now the master told them in person that this is different. I can explain it to my parents when I go back.

Especially when letting them move into this yard, this is to tell the entire Zhang Mansion that they are already the master's women, and in the future, all the servants in the Zhang Mansion must respect them.

"Okay, sit down, you guys are all fighting for a little bit, and give me more children. Our veins are not full of branches or leaves, it depends on me."

The room full of Yingying and Yanyan all blushed because he said, but his eyes were lively and he yearned for it very much.

Only Yu'er swallowed the snacks hard and carefully tidied her clothes. She was afraid that she would lose her manners. She tilted her head and asked, "Do you want to give birth? But I don't know how to give birth?"

With a loud bang, everyone in the room laughed.

After laughing, Zhang Haotian squinted his eyes and said, "Simple, I will teach you tonight!"

...

Yang Buju's life was still not saved. When he heard that when he was sent to the clinic, he only breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor took a look and asked the Yang family to handle the funeral.

However, these have nothing to do with Zhang Haotian. Zhang Haotian cannot attend his funeral, and the Yang family will not invite Zhang Haotian to attend the funeral.

Since he killed Yang Buju, Zhang Haotian has become famous in the imperial capital. Many people will come to say hello when they see Zhang Haotian.

The powerful people from all sides of the imperial capital were stationed here. In addition to the Jingzhao Prefecture, the Chengwei Prefecture, and the Imperial Guard, the central government of the Great Zhou Empire was here. In terms of security, the entire Great Zhou Empire was the safest in the imperial capital.

Not to mention anything else, just this evil-suppressing officer. There is a military officer in the southeast, west and northwest of the imperial capital. There are also the military officer in the central location. There are no less than a thousand people in each place, and there are many experts.

Such a configuration can be said to be a waste of resources.

However, this is the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Empire, and it is not allowed to be careless in terms of security. Even if everyone is idle and has nothing to do, drinking tea and chatting every day, they will not place extra personnel in other places.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Zhang Haotian. They are humble and careless, and this is not the final word he says.

However, during this period, Zhang Haotian lived a comfortable life. He had Xiangling, Yuer and Xiaohong at home to exercise with him at night, and the second lady of the Zhao family outside relaxed him.

The head of the Zhao family's second lady Zhao Rumeng must be unable to bear it. Aunt Li sent her maid kumquats to Zhao Rumeng's room. In addition, the second lady Zhao Rumeng's original maid Luluo could barely satisfy Zhang Haotian.

The boring day passed, and after the scattered yamen, Zhang Haotian headed towards the Weiwu Hou Mansion.

...

The Marquis Mansion of the Weiwu.

"A Luo, do you think he will come?"

In the boudoir, Xu Ling was slightly restless and asked the maid from time to time.

She has been holding it at home for half a year, and if she doesn't go out for a walk, she will get sick.

Now the only one who can take me out is the husband I chose for me.

I can't say I like him, but I don't hate him either. Although I haven't gotten married yet, I also recognize him as my husband in my heart.

All will ask him for help.

"It should...it may come!"

Aluo said with some uncertainty.

However, when I remembered the scene of my son-in-law kissing him, A Luo's face suddenly turned red.

My son-in-law is so bad!

Do you want to tell the lady that the son-in-law bullies him?

Very tangled!

But soon, Aluo thought about it.

I can't tell the lady about this, this is a little secret between me and my son-in-law.

For some reason, this sneaky feeling made her a little excited.

...

As soon as we got off the horse, we saw several sturdy figures walking towards us.

"Son-in-law!"

When he met Zhang Haotian, Liu Bo, the butler of the Weiwu Hou Mansion, was also surprised and brought a few servants to greet him respectfully.

Although this Zhang Duwei has not married his eldest daughter yet, he is already a recognized son-in-law in the Weiwu Hou Mansion. These days, the mansion has been organizing his marriage with the eldest daughter!

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Haotian asked in confusion.

Although Zhang Haotian only met this housekeeper in the Weiwu Hou Mansion twice, he still remembered him.

If you can become a housekeeper, this old man is definitely the confidant of his cheap father-in-law.

"Isn't Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon? Go to the Xujia Trading Company to pick up the gifts you prepared."

Uncle Liu replied with a smile.

In the officialdom of the Great Zhou Dynasty, gifts were also given during festivals.

This kind of gift giving is not just etiquette, the key is to have weight. Too little or too light, and you can't see the weight, that's not OK.

The superior officials have the lifeline of subordinate officials. The subordinate officials must be promoted and have political achievements in their work. This is all the matter of a superior official. If you don’t give gifts, the lower officials will naturally have a hard time.

Giving gifts in the officialdom is called "swearing gifts".

In other words, if the subordinates do not give gifts during festivals, the superior officials will scold them.

Gifts are customary, and you have to give them at that time.

Common names include "Bingjing", "Canjing", etc., called Chenshu.

"Bingjing" means that the weather is hot and you have to send it to your superiors to "prevent heat and cool down". As for whether they are really too hot to live, that's another matter.

"Carbon Jing" means that you have to give it when the weather is cold, which is equivalent to giving a "fire fee" to your superiors.

This hot and cold season is like out of work needs.

There are two seasons in name, and the remaining two seasons are still there, which are traditional festivals. If you want to give more gifts, your superiors will naturally welcome them. The so-called "there are many gifts and people don't blame each other", anyway, you can't miss them, at least two traditional festivals are given.

"oh!"

Zhang Haotian nodded and said nothing.

Fortunately, Zhang Haotian doesn’t have to consider giving gifts.

Moreover, compared with other yamen in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the atmosphere of the evil-controlled officials was much better, and there were not so many people who were fucked by them.
Chapter completed!