It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

Looking at the bachelors in the yard, Chunhe suddenly became depressed. Why didn't she find a lover when she was in the mansion? Where could she find one now?

Alas, I can only hope that my master gets married soon, and that my lady brings more people here, so that I can have a chance with girls around me. Why think about these things! Chunhe shook his head and drove away the messy thoughts.

He is in charge of all the general's personal affairs and is very busy!

Since the master asked about the birthday gift, he couldn't ignore it. He quickly found the key to the storeroom and went to choose a suitable gift. Other ladies would just give some jewelry, but this lady wouldn't need it. However, he had to give it anyway, because what girl doesn't like beauty? He could always use it if he kept it.

In fact, his master was probably the poorest general. He would divide up the spoils of war as much as he should, never taking any for himself, and always giving his share away. This was a typical behavior of a young master!

He had to persuade her in the future. He couldn't do this again. When he got married, if he had no money in his pocket, he would have no status. Would he still need his wife to support the family? How could their general become a gigolo?

I really worry so much!

Chunhe sighed, looked at the empty warehouse, and frowned.

I have sold all the valuable items last time, and only the worthless or unsellable items are left. Where can I get something to give away?

Chun He suddenly remembered that he still had a few rough gemstones, but he didn't sell them because he didn't know the price. They would be nice as jewelry for the mistress.

Apart from the gems, there is really nothing valuable.

Looking at the two boxes full of precious swords, Chunhe scratched his head, wondering if he was going to give him another sword?

Maybe it will work. They have the most weapons, including the best fine iron knives. If the master personally makes a knife suitable for the mistress, maybe it will make her happier.

Chunhe moved out a box of raw stones and selected a few weapons that could be smelted.

Before lunch time, Yang Shuo came back with a sketch in his hand.

Seeing the knives on the table, Yang Shuo curled up the corners of his mouth. They, the master and servant, indeed had a tacit understanding.

He started thinking about it last night, and while he had nothing to do this morning, he designed a short blade with the shape of a "flying bird and fish". The overall shape is a combination of a bird and a fish, and the blade has cloud and water patterns, symbolizing the harmony between the blue sky and the deep sea. He hasn't decided on the material for the handle yet, but plans to use two pieces of antiques to decorate it, which is both valuable and can represent an eternal promise.

He never said anything sweet, nor did he bother to say anything. But if he had someone in his heart, and she happened to have him in her heart, then they would be together till death.

Seeing that his idea was the same as his master's, Chunhe felt somewhat pleased with himself, "Master, we have a lot of materials, you can make a pair of short swords, which can be regarded as a unique token of love."

This is a great idea, he likes it!

Yang Shuo smiled and nodded, giving Chun an approving look.

Encouraged, Chunhe raised his head proudly.

"Report... General, the scouts are back."

Upon hearing that serious military business was coming, Yang Shuo dropped what he was holding and hurried out.

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Money talks, let alone hiring a boat. After choosing, I paid the deposit yesterday afternoon.

Following Zheng Rong out was a second-class steward of the Marquis' Mansion. Even though he was only a second-class steward, he was still a steward of the Marquis' Mansion level, well versed in the ways of the world and familiar with daily trivialities. He was the one who took care of food and accommodation on the way from the capital to Yangzhou.

Weng Xiaoxiao and her group rode on horseback and traveled by land, while Zheng Rong and his group were going to the pier. As they were heading in different directions out of the city, Zheng Rong did not let Weng Xiaoxiao see them off.

Let’s not talk about the general first, just talking about this mother-in-law, she is an open-minded person who is hard to find even with a lantern.

Feng Gu was secretly happy for Weng Xiaoxiao.

"We won't follow the set route. We'll stop for a while wherever we find something interesting. If you keep looking for us, it will waste your time. Just go back to Yangzhou after you finish your business."

Feng Gu knew that Weng Xiaoxiao had a lot of things to deal with and had no time to accompany them on the trip, so she simply made it clear so that Madam Yang could not blame Weng Xiaoxiao.

How could Zheng Rong hide this little thought? Seeing that she truly loved Weng Xiaoxiao, he felt relieved and had no complaints at all.

"Feng Ping is right. We can have fun as we please without being restricted by time. I have enough people around me, don't worry."

At this point, Weng Xiaoxiao no longer insisted. She really couldn't do everything. Yesterday, she had already handed over the large banknotes to Feng Gu, and gave Qiuyue some loose change. To fulfill her duties as a host, she naturally had to bring money.

After saying goodbye to Zheng Rong and others, Weng Xiaoxiao left with Chunxia, ​​Ping'an and Shunsui.

After Weng Xiaoxiao left, Feng Gu also arranged for people to harness the horses and carriages, and headed to the dock in a grand manner.

......

Weng Xiaoxiao and her friends were going to a small county town below Yangzhou, which was hundreds of miles away.

It took two hours to reach the county town by riding at full speed. Weng Xiaoxiao treated everyone to a quick lunch and then started on their journey again.

But the road conditions were getting worse and worse, and it was no longer possible to get the horses to run.

During the lunch break, Weng Xiaoxiao heard a lot about Zhuangzi's situation from the agent. Just by listening to the description, she was satisfied.

The farm is not small, with nearly 200 acres of fertile land and dozens of regular tenants. There are also many tea trees on the mountain, but it has been neglected in the past two years, resulting in low yield and poor quality.

"Agent Wu, can I meet the seller today?"

"The seller lives in the county town and usually doesn't go out. If you like it, I can make an appointment in advance so we can meet."

"Why sell such a good property?"

Wu Guang looked at Weng Xiaoxiao. How could this person compare to others? The one who bought the manor was such a young young man, but the one who sold it was a playboy in his twenties. It was said that he wanted to redeem a top prostitute, so he sold his property. His father had only passed away for two years, and he started to ruin the family business. He was not afraid that his father's coffin would not be able to hold him down.

If that was the case, there was nothing to worry about. When it came to spending money on things, Weng Xiaoxiao was most reluctant to get involved in unnecessary trouble.

Seeing Weng Xiaoxiao's caution, Wu Guang explained, "This farm has a large area, a lot of fertile land, and a tea garden. Although the total price is a bit high, it is really worth it. There are many people who are interested, but because of this situation or that reason, they have never been able to make a deal. Now the price is 800 taels cheaper than when it was first put up for sale."

Weng Xiaoxiao just listened to what the agent said and didn't take it seriously.

"Is it convenient to register here? I will arrange for dozens of people to come over?"

If you want to be registered, then you are no longer a slave who sells himself.

"It's not difficult to have a clean record. The government is also trying to prevent those refugees."

Weng Xiaoxiao didn't say anything else. It wouldn't be too late to talk about this after she had decided on one.

"Mr. Wu, what does this mean?" Weng Xiaoxiao pointed at the roadblock in front with her whip.