What do you mean by not taking more, just giving three to five million a year?

What do you mean by treating the leftover as pocket money?

Zhu Zhanji blinked his eyes and said with a look of despair on his face: "Mom, are you sure I am your biological child?"

It’s okay for my grandfather to rob me of his own money, but he can’t rob me!

It’s okay for my dad to fool me with ten taels of silver notes. After all, my stupid dad is really poor.

But my mother has to carry away even the basin for herself!

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes: "Bah, naughty kid, what nonsense are you talking about? You are not my biological child. Could it be that I picked you up from the roadside?"

Zhu Zhanji said speechlessly: "Since we are biological, didn't we agree on one million taels of silver a year? How come it became three to five million taels of silver a year?"

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Son, mother is doing this for your own good. You see that you are already so old and you are about to choose the grandson concubine. Mother is not allowed to save more money for you.

How about making things more beautiful? Otherwise, when the time comes, when the grand grandson marries his daughter-in-law, he will have prepared so much one or two million taels of silver. Do you think it is shabby or not?"

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He looked at Mrs. Zhang who didn't look like he was lying. It looked like he was getting married. One or two million taels of silver might really be too much for him.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt numb, and he tried to say: "Mom, um, tell me about choosing the grandson concubine. Do you want to think about it again?"

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes and asked, "Did you say that?"

"It seems impossible!"

Zhu Zhanji was numb.

When he thought that his wedding would cost so much money, he suddenly felt that having a harem of three thousand beauties was not a good idea!

If I can’t eat or drink, what’s the use of my three thousand harem?

“What might be impossible?”

While the mother-in-law was talking, Zhu Gaochi walked in with a Taoist sword.

There was still a little sweat on his forehead, and it seemed that he had been practicing sword training again after returning from Jin Zhong Mansion.

Recently, the prince has nothing to do and he likes to practice a set of Tai Chi swords that are said to be learned from Wudang Taoist priests!

It is said to help you live longer!

But Zhu Zhanji doesn't know whether he will live long or not, but his silly father's face has indeed looked much better in the past two days.

Zhu Gaochi walked in and asked casually. Without waiting for the two people to answer, he pulled Zhu Zhanji to walk into the yard and continued:

"Come on, son, come over and help your dad to see if his posture is standard or not!"

As he spoke, he walked to an open space in the middle of the yard, raised his left foot backwards with great effort, and stabbed straight out with the long sword.

What a "silly and independent" person!

Seeing his father's silly look, Zhu Zhanji immediately covered his eyes and looked a little embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhang walked over and rolled her eyes, complaining angrily: "Ignore your father. I don't know where he learned it from. He's like this and he's not afraid of others seeing it as a joke!"

Seeing his mother acting like this, Zhu Zhanji guessed that the eunuchs and maids in the prince's palace had gossiped about his father's sword refining.

He said: "Mom, even if dad can't achieve anything by exercising, it's still good if he can lose weight. If anyone wants to make a joke, it's because they don't want my dad to be well. If you keep such a person, you'd be a white-eyed wolf!"

Mrs. Zhang tilted her head and thought for a moment after hearing this, then nodded and said: "My son is right, my mother will deal with it later!"

Zhu Zhanji was a little embarrassed to continue watching his father play tricks, so he said to Mrs. Zhang: "Well, okay, Mom, I have something to do here, so I'll leave first! Look at dad and ask him to practice more.

Don’t become a person who spends three days fishing and two days drying nets!”

"Go, go!"

Mrs. Zhang waved her hand and finished speaking. Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was about to leave, she added: "Son, tomorrow, I will ask Xi'er to send you the land deed of Huangzhuang. Don't forget the three to five million taels a year."

Silver!"

Zhu Zhanji: “…………”

"knew!"

After saying this in a muffled voice, Zhu Zhanji turned around and left!

"Hey, why is my son gone?"

Zhu Gaochi was practicing his sword. When he saw Zhu Zhanji leaving, he immediately looked at Mr. Zhang and asked.

When Mrs. Zhang saw him looking in the direction Zhu Zhanji was leaving, she pinched her waist with both hands and said: "Son, if you have something to do, let me keep an eye on you. Practice your sword quickly. My son said, even if you can't do anything famous, lose weight."

It’s also good!”

Zhu Gaochi was very happy when he heard this and immediately said with a smile: "Hey, hey, my concubine is right, I will practice now, I will practice now!"

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Chapter completed!