The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"These are ultimately public properties, so we audit them twice a year. My sisters, please cooperate. But don't worry. The profit accounts of these shops are pretty much the same every year, so there's generally no problem."

If it was public property, she might have to be on guard against them taking it into her house.

But she did say that this property would be divided among you in the future. As long as it didn't go bankrupt, Duan Jingyi would turn a blind eye and let it go.

It is normal not to care about others, but it is abnormal not to care about yourself.

Just for the sake of the future, they have to take good care of things.

After Qiao and Yu happily left, they looked at each other and turned away with a cold snort, not even putting on a show of politeness.

This time, they both understood it clearly in their hearts.

When the family is divided in the future, they will not have any contact with anything that belongs to the eldest branch of the family.

But the rest is divided between the two rooms, and there are many tricks involved in how to divide it.

Lanxiang came back and whispered a few words into Duan Jingyi's ear.

She picked up the tea and took a sip, "Let's change the pot of tea."

"Yes."

Duan Jingyi stood up and walked to the window.

It only takes one psychological attack and their already fragile alliance will fall apart in an instant.

Of course Zhuangzi has better ones, but how could she give them to them so easily?

Duan Jingyi was in a very happy mood, and the smile on her face deepened.

They will certainly not get less, but how to give it and to whom it is given depends on their performance.

On the way back, Qiao was full of worries.

Yu couldn't stand her attitude of currying favor with the eldest son, and she was not willing to fawn on him behind his back.

She is different from Yu.

When the Right Prime Minister's faction was purged, her sister-in-law's family was also among them, and the Qiao family was demoted as a result.

Her family is useless now, and the Second Master has only managed to get a small seventh-rank position in the past few years.

The eldest son, Duan, was lucky. She thought it would fail, but her natal family became powerful.

Later, she gave birth to two sons, securing her position as the eldest daughter-in-law in the eldest son's family.

Of course, compared to the eldest house, she would rather see Yu Shi suffer a setback.

Especially after learning that Duan had given birth to a legitimate son, Yu threw a lot of ornaments and clapped her hands in joy in the house.

We are all concubines. Why can you inherit the family business of the eldest son just by giving him a son?

She knew she couldn't win the fight, and she didn't want Yu to take advantage of her.

While Yu was burning incense and praying for the eldest son's daughter, she was also secretly praying to the Buddha, hoping that the eldest son's daughter must, must give birth to a son.

Qiao is a typical fence-sitter. She will side with whoever is in power.

But I am also jealous and unfair. On the one hand, I watch the fun, and on the other hand, I can't stand others living better than myself.

……

"Let me ask you, if the enemy has 300 men and we have only you, how will you win?"

Kang Ge'er supported his chin and looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him.

He was so hungry. Maybe he was starving to death. Why did he always smell the faint smell of roasted chicken?

"Three hundred people against one person, how can we fight? I should hide and not let them find me."

The corner of Old Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he slapped a ring on the place where Kang Ge'er had just supported his chin.

Kang Ge'er had anticipated this and moved to the side to avoid it.

How about after school, I go out and bring back a roast chicken to try. No, I should bring two, and one for grandma.

"Why are you hiding? You've already been discovered."

Kang Ge'er changed his posture and scratched his hair.

He is thinking of not surrendering. As the saying goes, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

But looking at Master Xuan, he said against his will:

"Be brave, Kang Kang, don't be afraid of difficulties, fight bravely and move forward!"

The slogans were shouted passionately, but what was gained in return was another dogma.

"wrong!"

Kang Ge'er was about to stand up to cope with the situation.

Were you stunned by Master Xuan's "wrong"?

Looking at Kang Ge'er who was full of confusion, Old Xuan dropped the doctrine in his hand and cleared his throat, as he almost broke his voice just now.

"You should pretend to surrender to the enemy, then attack their lair. If you don't attack, it's fine, but if you do, you must deliver a fatal blow!"

what? !

He really surrendered. Kang Ge'er looked at the Taoist Xuan in front of him and thought he was an upright man, but this man had more tricks than him.

Kang Ge'er had always accepted Master Cheng's gentlemanly teachings.

Even if I feel rebellious in my heart, I will not express it openly.

"What's the matter? Kang boy, do you have any suggestions for what your husband said?"

Old Xuan moved closer and stared into Kang Ge'er's eyes to see what was in his mind.

Could it be straw?

"Ha, haha, to be honest, Master Xuan, I had the same idea!"

Kang Ge'er slammed the table and stood up, talking incessantly about what he had just thought.

As Old Xuan listened, he inadvertently exchanged a glance with Han Yang who was sitting next to him.

After Kang Ge'er finished speaking, he saw the strange look on Old Xuan's face and waved his hand in front of him.

"Master Xuan, Master Xuan? Are you listening? Next, after I become the enemy leader's right-hand man, according to the plot, in order to test my loyalty, they will definitely arrange for me to..."

Kang Ge'er kept talking non-stop, and the blue veins next to Old Xuan's temples began to throb.

This kid could fill a book with just one answer to a question.

"He doesn't look like that person at all. They're so different."

Xuan Lao muttered something, but Kang Ge'er didn't hear clearly, "Xuan Lao, what are you talking about?"

Old Xuan pushed away Kang Ge'er who was getting closer and closer, and stroked his beard.

"Okay, okay, next question."

"I haven't finished yet! Wait until I complete my mission and return..."

"Alright, that's enough. Next question: Two armies are fighting in a valley. The enemy occupies the high ground, while ours is on the low ground..."

Han Yang looked at the old man and the young boy over there, smiled slightly, and lowered his head to continue wiping his sword.

After the class was finally over, Kang Ge ran out like a gust of wind.

"Hey, kid, there's a ghost chasing him, why is he running so fast?"

Old Xuan sat down next to Han Yang without any image, took out the gourd from his waist, took a few sips and smacked his lips.

"The fruit wine from the Duanbo Mansion tastes pretty good. Would you like some?"

Han Yang declined politely, "No, please enjoy it slowly."

Old Xuan shook his head as if he didn't know what the item was, and took out an oil-paper bag from his arms.

Han Yang glanced and saw that they were two roasted chicken legs.

Noticing Han Yang's gaze, Old Xuan generously gave him one.

Seeing that the oil was about to drip onto his sword, Han Yang quickly caught it.

Fortunately, it was just a little bit off.

"Eat, eat, this place tastes good, but it's a little cold. Let's go and eat hot food next time."

Han Yang pulled the cloth beside him to block the sword in his arms, and then sat under the eaves with Old Xuan to eat roasted chicken legs.

"I heard from Li Zhi that you're living a pretty carefree life now. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I'm here, I realize he's still a bit inexperienced."

These days are not only carefree, but also as happy as those in heaven.

Fortunately, he is of age, otherwise it would not be his turn.

"It's okay, but my ears are a little noisy every day."

Old Xuan looked at the arrogant kid. Although he was still cold, he was much more humane than before.

"Will you ever go back?"