Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Seeing Da Niu's comical appearance, Lin Ping couldn't help but laugh.

Da Niu came from a poor family, so he would not be as extravagant as Lin Ping.

According to his standards, a meal would cost at most one or two taels of silver.

Lin Ping gave him a strict order: he had to spend at least fifty taels of silver, so he could only make up the difference by spending the required amount.

So I bought these affordable foods.

After the goods were moved into the Lin residence, Lin Ping sat leisurely on a bench under the covered walkway, while Li Mingxuan and the others waited obsequiously on either side. Lin Xiaomei, meanwhile, was energetically practicing her swordplay in the courtyard.

Soon, Lin's mother brought out a series of delicious dishes and it was time to eat.

Lin's mother was always virtuous and had excellent cooking skills. Even Lin Ping, the spendthrift son, ate with great relish.

The family of four sat around the octagonal table, while Li Mingxuan and the others stood at the door with fawning smiles, naturally unable to dine with the host.

Lin Ping wasn't that particular, but he didn't want to be misunderstood as a spendthrift. How could he possibly dine at the same table as his servants?

So Li Mingxuan and the others could only watch longingly, occasionally wiping the drool from the corners of their mouths.

Lin Ping picked up his chopsticks, just as he was about to pick up some food, his mother placed a whole chicken leg in his bowl. Lin Fugui and Lin Xiaomei did the same. If there hadn't been so much meat on the table, they would have wanted to put all the meat in his bowl.

Lin Ping smiled awkwardly, then put on a matter-of-fact expression, picked up a chicken leg with both hands, and chewed it without restraint.

It must be said that Lin's mother's braised chicken was quite good, with excellent color, aroma and taste, and it was definitely much better than the roast chicken he had bought from the roadside stall before.

Seeing Lin Ping wolfing down his food, Lin's mother and the others smiled with relief and quickly put another piece of meat on his plate, saying, "My son, eat more. It must be that the food at the City Lord's Mansion is not good."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping became displeased and spat out the chicken he hadn't yet swallowed. He said coldly, "It's really awful. It's a hundred times worse than the one at the City Lord's Mansion. Did you even put any salt in it?"

Regardless of the taste of the food at the City Lord's Mansion, judging from this chicken leg alone, it is definitely delicious. Lin Ping simply wanted to beautify the City Lord's Mansion so that the two of them would stop nagging about the matter of marrying into the family.

Lin's mother lowered her head in grievance, like a child who had made a mistake, and mumbled, "There really isn't much salt left in the house."

Nowadays, salt is more expensive than silver in Jiangcheng Prefecture, and ordinary people simply cannot afford it. Even wealthy families like the Lin family have to be frugal.

However, even so, Lin's mother would not skimp on the salt in Lin Ping's meals, so this meal used up almost all the salt in the mansion. Unexpectedly, it still did not meet Lin Ping's requirements.

"No salt? You want to kill me?" Lin Ping was furious. He even slammed his fist on the table and turned to point at Li Mingxuan and the others, saying, "Eat all of this food. If you leave a single grain of rice, I'll break your leg."

Li Mingxuan and the others felt a chill run down their spines. According to Lin Ping, if they only had two grains of rice left, wouldn't they become crippled?

They could only pounce on the table like hungry wolves, grabbing the food with their hands without regard for their image and gulping it down.

When Lin Ping stomped his foot, the ground trembled three times. When he was angry, how could Lin's mother and the others have any appetite?

Lin's mother felt extremely guilty about this and was about to go out to buy salt so she could cook him a few more dishes.

It was dark and windy at the moment, and it wasn't safe for Lin's mother to go out to buy salt alone. Besides, the salt shops would have already closed at this time.

Lin Ping could only teach his mother a lesson with an extremely harsh attitude before she gave up the idea of ​​going out to buy salt.

“My son is absolutely right to be taught a lesson. He will definitely not do it again next time.”

Lin's mother replied apologetically, fearing that Lin Ping would not be able to vent his anger.

Seeing his mother's aggrieved expression, Lin Ping felt very guilty. However, if he didn't use this tone and attitude, no one would listen to him. Within the Lin family, he would have to be a complete spendthrift.

He'll only ever be a spendthrift.

Before long, Li Mingxuan and the others had devoured all the food on the table, and they were all burping with satisfaction, almost collapsing onto the ground.

“Three grains of rice…” Lin Ping counted the grains of rice on Li Mingxuan’s lips and said leisurely, “Then let’s break the third leg…”

Li Mingxuan shuddered, nearly wetting his pants in fright. He quickly licked his lips with his three-inch-long tongue, then ran outside with a grin to wait.

"Young master, we're waiting for you outside!"

After a less-than-pleasant dinner, Lin Ping returned to his room and ordered Li Mingxuan, Da Niu, and Dali to temporarily act as gatekeepers, obediently guarding the front door as if it were just for a walk.

"Little sister, your brother is afraid of the dark at night and doesn't dare to go to the outhouse. Come find your brother as soon as you hear any noise."

Lin Ping shamelessly uttered these words.

Before he married into the city lord's family, he had offended many people, and he had just offended Zhang Hongyuan. Lin Ping was worried that these people would retaliate in private.

Lin Xiaomei, with her exceptional martial arts skills, was perfectly suited to be his closest bodyguard.

But for a grown man like him to need his sister's protection, if word got out, he'd probably be laughed out of the house.

Lin Xiaomei seemed to do this often, and nodded happily.

A full moon, as big as a pot lid, hung in the sky, casting a pure white shadow on the ground. Although faces could not be seen clearly, silhouettes were.

Lin Ping had no interest in appreciating the moon. He hurriedly spread the quilt on the bed, placed a bulging pillow underneath, and huddled under the window.

Now that the imperial examinations have just ended, it's probably around March, and with this full moon, it's estimated to be around the middle of the month. That means there are still more than twenty days until Su Lianlian and Zhang Hongyuan's engagement, enough time for Lin Ping to present a grand gift.

Lin Ping is a man of great loyalty and righteousness, and he will definitely repay Su Lianlian's kindness tenfold.

Furthermore, their union was not merely a marriage, but also a union based on mutual interests.

Using the Su family's wealth, the prefect secretly developed his power, gradually posing a threat to the city lord's mansion.

Lin Ping would not allow the City Lord's Mansion to fall; he hadn't even properly squandered his fortune yet!

Suddenly, two dark figures flashed across the courtyard.

The two gang leaders guarding the door gripped their sword hilts, about to draw their swords, when they felt a throbbing pain in their heads and fainted on the spot.

The whole process was clean and efficient, and Lin Ping, who was hiding inside the house, didn't notice anything at all.

At the same time, a hole was poked in the paper window directly above Lin Ping, revealing a bamboo pole with white smoke rising from it.

"Smoke, just like in the TV series!"

Lin Ping shuddered, took a deep breath, put the bamboo pole in his mouth, and blew hard outwards.

The man outside the window used very little force so as not to wake Lin Ping, but he didn't expect the sleeping powder to be blown back, and he immediately choked and started coughing violently.

When the plot was exposed, the enemy didn't care about anything else. He kicked open the partition door, rushed to Lin Ping's bedside, and frantically stabbed at the quilt.

Lin Ping, who was hiding behind the door, gasped when he saw this scene. If he had actually been lying on the bed, he would probably be as round as a honeycomb.

"Fake?" The short sword that had pierced the quilt didn't get any resistance, and the enemy immediately realized that he had been tricked by Lin Ping. He looked around with cold eyes and quickly locked onto Lin Ping.

Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Little sister, brother needs to go to the outhouse!"

This was absolutely true; Lin Ping was so frightened that he had a physical reaction, and his crotch was about to become wet.

Before the words had even finished, a figure in a flowing white dress was already standing in front of Lin Ping.