After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

"Mom, let's go back and sort out the accounts." Bai Youyou pulled Lu back, "We need to carefully calculate the expenditures of each courtyard."

"The money that the second house gets every month is just a small amount, and Dad's private property is not much either. When my brother and sister are getting married in the future, we have to be careful with our budget."

When Lu listened, her eyes lit up instantly.

Bai Mulin, the eldest son born to the Qiao family, is going to get married at the beginning of the year.

Over the years, that bitch Aunt Qiao has relied on the power of Bai Yanlang and the old lady to spend more on clothes, jewelry, food, and other expenses every quarter than she, the head of the main courtyard.

In winter, the silver charcoal in her room would stay burning for twelve hours, and she even had some spare money to show off her elegance and grow some precious flowers and plants.

Qiao's family was just a fifth-rank official. At that time, she volunteered to be a concubine, which made Qiao's family angry. They just gave her a little dowry and sent her away.

If it was her own dowry, it would be fine, but the key point is that all of this was money paid by the second wife.

It's not like she hadn't mentioned this to Bai Yanlang before, but she couldn't stand the fact that he would act coquettishly and ask for favors, and even peed a few times, so Bai Yanlang didn't take it seriously and continued to let her do whatever she wanted.

Later, she simply became too lazy to take care of it, so she asked a housekeeper from the second room to take care of it.

Anyway, we don't need her dowry, so it's fine as long as the supplies in her yard are good enough.

When Lu ordered the accountant Zhang Momo to present the account book, she looked at the account book which showed only a little over a hundred taels of silver and she had to hold back her smile to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

"Is this all the money in the account?"

"Madam, I have recorded every single item of the second house's monthly income and expenditure." Nanny Zhang said respectfully, "The first lady also has records. If you think there is any problem, you can ask the first lady's steward to check it."

If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. With such a purse in hand, Zhang Momo will naturally not treat money as dirt.

They will make some extra money, but they won't fiddle with the accounts. After all, those things have definite amounts.

Besides, this is not the account of the Marquis' Mansion, it is just a small account of the Second House. How big a mistake can there be?

Lu closed the account book and said to Nanny Zhang, "I'll keep the account book here for the time being. You can go down first."

Zhang Momo bowed and stepped back.

Without outsiders, Lu's true colors were exposed, and she laughed, "Fortunately my son reminded me, otherwise when Bai Mulin got engaged at the beginning of the year, the storehouse would not be able to produce a betrothal gift, and the evil-hearted Bai Yanlang would probably want to take my dowry."

Now the third branch has not separated yet, but the household expenses are managed by the first branch. Even if the old lady is around, the first branch will only give the betrothal gifts according to the rules.

Especially for a concubine's son, if he wants to have a decent marriage, then naturally he has to provide a betrothal gift to expand the prospects.

Bai Youyou sat aside while Xiaoju peeled the orange, broke it into pieces one by one and placed them on a small blue and white plate on the table. She stuffed them into her mouth one by one.

Bai Mulin proposed marriage, this is recorded in the book.

Bai Mulin is only seventeen years old. He passed the imperial examination last year. The woman he is planning to marry is the concubine daughter of Xue, a fifth-rank councilor of the Ministry of Public Administration and a colleague of Bai Yanlang.

The marriage was settled, but when it came time to pay the betrothal gifts, Bai Yanlang discovered that the second wife had no money in her account and could not even afford a decent betrothal gift. He immediately made things difficult for Lu, saying that she was not managing the household well.

It was clearly he who favored his concubine over his wife, and spent vast amounts of money and luxury to support Aunt Qiao and her son, yet he instead blamed the whole thing on Lu.

Under the suppression of the old lady, Mrs. Lu had no choice but to swallow this loss and picked out some things from her dowry to make a decent betrothal gift.

Now, she had to put the Lu family on the moral high ground, and no one could take the opportunity to bully her!

Bai Youyou chewed the orange in her mouth and swallowed it, and suggested, "Mom, we need to let father know about this as soon as possible, so that when my eldest brother gets engaged at the beginning of the year, he won't be able to come up with a decent betrothal gift, and people will wrongly accuse you of mistreating a concubine's son."

"My son is very thoughtful." Lu said to Nanny Yang, "Send someone to the gatehouse to watch over it. When the master comes back, ask him to come over."

Yang Momo nodded in agreement and immediately sent a sweeping maid to the gatehouse.

Bai Youyou's right wrist was covered with ointment and a thick layer of gauze, and she smelled strongly of ointment.

Towards the end of the afternoon, Zhao Qianqian came to her dejectedly.

Bai Youyou asked her to sit down, poured her a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of her, "Did the plan fail?"

"No, he saw me and ran faster than a rabbit."

Bai Youyou: “…”

Why run?

Aren’t she and Xiao Huaijin the standard pair in the book?

Bai Youyou stroked her chin, and her mind emerged the day when she first arrived. She spoke up for herself and almost made Xiao Huaijin the target of public criticism with just one word.

Uh......

No wonder Xiao Huaijin turned around and ran away when he saw her. The power was so strong that he still remembered it clearly.

"Cough cough."

Bai Youyou pretended to have an itchy throat, coughed twice, then picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"How about we stop pretending to meet by chance and try another method?"

"Do you have any idea?"

Zhao Qianqian suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling.

"I don't know if it will work, I have to try."

Before things are successful, Bai Youyou doesn't dare to make any guarantees. After all, there is such a thing as "what if" in the world.

"Youyou, my life is in your hands."

Zhao Qianqian grabbed her hand excitedly, and Bai Youyou hissed.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Unfortunately," Bai Youyou sighed, "It was my second brother who is as calm as a chrysanthemum who did it."

Zhao Qianqian knew the plot and looked at her with sympathy. "This kind of moral bitch is easy to deal with, but it's a bit disgusting."

"really."

Bai Youyou agreed very much.

"By the way, I came here today to give you this." Zhao Qianqian pulled out a black and gold-embossed post from her sleeve, "I thought your brother would be able to use it, so I asked my grandfather to reserve a place for it."

Bai Youyou took it and opened the post, the first thing she saw were the powerful and bold characters "Mo Ziqi thanks you for the invitation".

"This is an invitation from Mr. Mo!"

Mo Ziqi is a contemporary great scholar in this world, admired by all scholars and writers.

She suddenly remembered that Zhao Qianqian's grandfather was once the emperor's teacher, full of knowledge and famous throughout the world.

It was easy for her to get the invitation from Mr. Mo, but for others, it would be priceless.

Zhao Qianqian nodded slightly: "Well, in the middle of next month, we will meet again for the three-day lecture at Xianlou."

Bai Youyou's eyes rolled, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of a way to punish Bai Luochuan.

She quickly picked up the invitation, opened the wardrobe, and stuffed it directly under her clothes.

"Qianqian, please accompany me to walk around the mansion."

Zhao Qianqian didn't know what she was up to, but she still followed her wishes, got up and went out with her.

In the cold winter, the strong wind blows on your face like a knife.

"I'm afraid it's going to snow again tomorrow."

"Look at the sky, it's going to rain."

Bai Youyou and Zhao Qianqian had already walked around three or four times on the route that Bai Luochuan had to take to return home.

The two men were wearing cloaks, hunching their necks, holding hand warmers in their arms, but their noses were still red from the cold.

"We have been here three times before, right?"