After the villains heard my voice, they all lost their composure.

Yan Mu'an did not expect others to donate 5 taels just because the old lady of the Tao family bought a set of noodles for 50 taels. She just wanted to temporarily relieve the widowed king's urgent need, not to put the person to death. Do it, not to mention you might have to do business with these people next time, so your appetite shouldn’t be too big at the beginning.

"I would like to thank Madam for your generosity on behalf of Your Majesty."

Mrs. Tao said a few more words and then began to introduce her natal nephew. She sent the booklet to Yan Muan's hand, which clearly stated the situation of the person she wanted to recommend. Yan Muan closed the booklet and said, "I can't make the decision on this matter." , it still depends on the prince, I will mention it when the prince is free."

Mrs. Tao smiled flatteringly, and when she saw her smile, Yan Muan suddenly realized. In the past few days, she had been trying to learn the way these people talked, and slowly realized that it was not necessary at all, because the status of the widowed king was high enough. She is also very majestic, and everything she says and does is right.

After thinking about this, a smile appeared on his face and he became more and more relaxed.

After seeing off Mrs. Tao, Yong Xian and Yong Chao came back with smiles. They looked at those who had not had time to accept the gifts and clicked their tongues, "Auntie, do you know that you have become the person we admire the most?"

In the past two days, they had just watched their aunt sit here and make money. It was too easy.

Yan Mu'an smiled and said: "If I have anything to admire, I'd better worship your imperial uncle."

That's a model worker.

Yong Chao said: "The emperor's uncle is naturally powerful, but my aunt is even more powerful."

They could see clearly that basically the emperor's uncle would agree to whatever she said. To put it bluntly, the emperor's uncle was at best a tool for her aunt to make money!
Seeing that the two of them were still smiling and laughing, and not at all like the widowed king, who was like a silkworm until his silkworms died, he immediately said with a smile, "Look, your uncle is great, and so am I. There is no reason for you to be nephews." It’s not great, is it?”

"You got up to practice kung fu this morning. How is your kung fu practice? Have you gone to practice riding and archery kung fu? Have you learned the art of war?"

The two brothers' smiles froze after the four soul attacks. Yan Mu'an continued to output: "Your father and uncle are old. It will be up to you to lead the people of Southern Qi to move forward hard. Look at you, you weaklings." It seems, this won't work. If your uncle doesn't resist the enemy attack, what will you do if you are like this? You can't be easily captured. Who will save you then?"

"I will tell your uncle later that you should spend this year here too. Every inch of time is worth every inch of gold, but every inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. Young man, it's time to work hard!"

"Come on, come on, aunt will accompany you to practice."

As she said this, she got up. The two brothers were all numb. Why was the aunt chanting sutras like this?

It’s much more powerful than the queen mother’s nagging!
Soon they heard Yan Mu'an muttering in his heart, "What a good boy! It's hard to imagine what they would be like if they were kidnapped and used as butlers. If they encountered a stinking man with yellow teeth and a breath that could kill someone, What to do. 】

The two brothers were all excited, thinking that if that time came, they would definitely die for their country, and they would never be insulted!
Too bad their aunt couldn't see or hear what was going on in their minds.

The fund-raising at the gate of Zhaojue Temple continues every day. As officials from the DPRK and China go to donate one after another, more and more people come to donate. Even some people from the greenhouses in the west of the city also go to donate. When they are cautious He took out three or five copper coins and said that this winter would be the best time ever, and everyone around him couldn't help but sigh.

A boy in his teens led a five- or six-year-old kid over and donated ten yuan. The person who registered asked him where he lived. He proudly said it was in the west of the city. “The boss of the Yan family said he would help us choose a place in the west of the city. After living in the courtyard, they will find some work for us in the future, and we will live in the west of the city." The person who registered smiled and registered them.

I don't know at which moment it started to spread that Yan Mu'an woke up from a dream and inherited the righteousness of his mother, Princess Huaixiang. The Yan family was also a good businessman.

"I don't think the princess married Princess Yong'an because of Princess Huaixiang's achievements. I was not optimistic about this marriage."

"Perhaps Princess Huaixiang has a soul in heaven and can't bear to see such a huge family fortune ruined. Maybe she reminded the princess in her dream."

"Anyway, it's a good thing for the princess to wake up from her dream."

After two ounces of wine, a boring person also arranged a scene about Yan Muan's dream of meeting a girl whose mother died. He told it in a precise and precise way, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and it created a character for Yan Muan who knows how to return after going astray.

These rumors reached the mouths of high-ranking officials again, and everyone laughed. Soon someone bluntly pointed out that Yan Muan was selling his official position in disguise, saying that it was impossible to enter the Yong'an Palace without a foundation of ten thousand taels of silver.

Some people were heartbroken, feeling that the majestic King Yong'an was actually at the mercy of a woman; others felt that Yan Mu'an's move had a deeper meaning, thinking that she had the entire princess's palace as a dowry and had a rich family, so why would she need to earn this money?
Nine times out of ten, the prince will benefit!
"I have said it a long time ago. Wherever the emperor is poor, the treasury is poor, the courtiers are rich and noble, things will inevitably turn against each other. If things go on like this, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"How can the treasury raise troops if there is no money? How can we protect the territory if the troops are not strong and the horses are not strong? Do we want to allow the territory to be completely wiped out by the Heavenly Saint?"

Fortunately, it is already the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the day off will begin after the last day of court, otherwise these courtiers would have to make a big fuss in the court hall.

Discussions from the outside world reached Guanshi Hua's ears. Guanshi Hua did not allow anyone to spread outside news to the ears of their princess, for fear that it would irritate the princess. Besides, after all these years, when had their palace ever been so wealthy?
"Manager Hua, Accountant Wu said that he was not in good condition and that he was dizzy and needed to rest for a day. I saw blisters on his hands."

The boy who came to deliver the message felt like he was in a dream. The accountant’s hands were like blisters from the abacus. In the past few days, money came in every day, and as soon as it came, he had to count and do the accounts. "Last night, Accountant Wu only came in late at night." Lying down."

Manager Hua was in pain and happiness. There had never been so much money in the mansion's warehouse. Not to mention the people below, even he felt like he was dreaming.

"Just let Accountant Wu rest for an hour. People will come every day until New Year's Eve. Today's work should be completed today, otherwise it will be more difficult to pile up tomorrow. It is really impossible to invite the old Accountant in our house to come back and help."

Who would have thought that their palace would still have such a day.

After Manager Hua once again told everyone in the house to shut up, Yan Muan was stunned because he knew nothing about the news outside. He was holding the stove and drinking hot tea while watching the two brothers practice. If he hadn't considered being too naked during the show, Yong Xian wouldn't have been able to escape. of.

At this time, a girl came to report, "Princess, Fushou is back."