"My husband is a great talent, so he should have achieved great things. But how can he stand up if he is not as good as a weakling?" Qing'er looked at Sun Yu curiously. She naturally hopes that her husband will do a great career. Which one?

A young girl does not want her husband to be on the battlefield, a general or a minister.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I have been thinking about it recently. There will be a literary meeting in Wenxiang Pavilion in four days. I want to make a name for myself through this. The Lord is good at poetry. If I can be appreciated by him, given my background, I will not be an official.

It's difficult." Sun Yu knew very well that as long as he made a fuss in Jiangning Mansion, the court would not be able to turn a blind eye to him, as that would chill the hearts of the heroes.

"Wenhui? But I am not good at poetry. I'm afraid I will miss my husband's important event." Qing'er thought that he wanted to help write poems, so he quickly declined. There were many officials at the cultural meeting, and they were better than him.

The number is uncountable.

"Where are you thinking? My husband has also studied poetry a lot, and I wonder if I can write it. It's just that I don't have the status of an official. With the sign of the Duke's Mansion, I can get in, but it's too much.

"Swaggering." It would be a bit ugly if he, the heir to the majestic government, went to fight for food with a bunch of unconnected scholars.

"What do you mean by that gentleman?"

"Do you know any girls' schoolboys you know well? If you can receive an invitation from the girl's schoolgirls, and your husband goes to Wenxiang Pavilion, that would be a lot more logical." Sun Yu planned to attend as an invited guest.

That way, you don't have to mix with ordinary officials, and even if you become famous, you don't have to be hated by them.

"Sister Lan'er and I are quite familiar with each other, but Sister Lan'er has very strict requirements on poetry. I'm afraid it won't work if I just go to her like this." Qing'er also asked Lan'er for poetry advice in Wenxiang Pavilion, so she knows her nature.

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"Then just compose a poem for your husband, and you can send it to me." Based on the memory of future generations, it is still very simple to use some poems to show off.

"Butterflies love flowers. Spring scene: the flowers have faded to red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!

There are swings in the wall and paths outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall laugh. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter. The passionate people are annoyed by the ruthlessness."

"Sentiment is always annoyed by ruthlessness." Qing'er felt that this was the most beautiful word she had ever heard. She slowly savored it and became obsessed with it without realizing it.

"My uncle is a great talent, much better than those bullshit officials." Although Xiaohuan is young, he has been exposed to it for a long time. When he heard it, he knew that he was better than those showy officials. Xiaohuan now feels that the girl is really destined to be good.

This young man is much better than the previous one.

"Sit down for a moment, sir. I'll write it down right now. Let Xiaohuan give it to sister Lan'er tomorrow. With your talent, even if you go there by yourself, it will definitely go smoothly." Qing'er quickly picked up the pen and wrote the poem.

After coming down, Xiaohuan was busy laying out paper and grinding ink.

"Husband, I still have something to do, so I'll leave this matter to you." Sun Yu saw that it was almost done, got up and walked out of the courtyard. As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw Uncle Quan there. The east courtyard was full of female relatives.

Except for Sun Yu, other men are not allowed to take a step forward, and Uncle Quan is no exception.

"Girl, my uncle just left like that, ugh!" Xiaohuan saw Sun Yu going out and complained as she looked at Qing'er who was still intoxicated in poetry.

"What's going on? Why don't I ask Mr. Lang to stay here tomorrow and arrange for you to stay in bed, so what do you call me?" Qing'er looked at Xiaohuan and found it funny, so she couldn't help joking.

"Girl, you hate it." Xiao Huan squeaked, turned around and ran back to the house. But if the girl really arranged it like this, would he agree? Or just agree...

In the middle hall of the main courtyard, Sun Yu was listening to Uncle Quan's report. Everything had been arranged before and could be arranged in three to five days at most.

"Sir, our Duke's government will not be able to afford spending such money." When Uncle Quan heard that someone would come to pick up five thousand taels tomorrow, he immediately became anxious.

"Uncle Quan, how much cash do you have left in the house?"

"The cash converted into silver is about more than 150,000 taels." Uncle Quan had to look through the account books every day, and he just opened his mouth.

"So little?" Sun Yu frowned, it seemed that he had to find some ways to make money.

"Since we lost the land in Jiangbei, all our properties there have been lost. In recent years, Jiangning seems to be prosperous, but in fact, there are turbulent undercurrents. The court has eliminated the salt tax, and the land tax has increased every year. It is good to have such a surplus." Guo Guo.

The government has a large family business, a small population, and a small expenditure, which is quite acceptable. Some big families have been almost unable to make ends meet in recent years.

"Well, I understand, but the money you should spend must not be less. We will figure out a way later." Sun Yu waved his hand, strength always comes first, money is only a foreign thing, just spend it and earn it.

"Young master, I shouldn't have said this, but if you want to get a good job when you are young, you will have to spend money. Nowadays, a county magistrate with real power will not spend more than 30,000 taels. If you want to be closer to Jiangning, you will start with 50,000 taels."

"Uncle Quan saw Sun Yu's impatience, but he had to bite the bullet and said that he was only thinking about the young master. If you don't become a family member, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are.

"Uncle Quan, I have no intention of pursuing a career as a civil servant. Since the Anshi Rebellion in the previous dynasty, the most powerful general in the world has said

After all, no matter how great the civil servants are, killing them is like slaughtering chickens. Real-power generals can only be bought with money. Just work with peace of mind." Sun Yu learned martial arts from his master. In this troubled world, he should be able to make great achievements. How is it possible?

Go to officialdom to spend time.

"Young Master, you are the only one in the Duke's Palace. If something goes wrong, how can I explain it to you?" When Uncle Quan heard this, he became anxious. All these generals have to fight in battle. The Young Master is good at martial arts, but he can't go to the palace.

After entering the battlefield, the sword is silent, and it may be over.

"Uncle Quan, don't try to persuade me anymore, I've made up my mind." After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.

Uncle Quan looked at Sun Yu's back and knew that it was useless to persuade him. He could only hope that the young master would be safe.

The next day, in the Wenxiang Pavilion, Miss Lan'er was having a very pleasant conversation with a man. As a female school secretary, she had a detached status in the Wenxiang Pavilion. Accepting guests was entirely voluntary, and the ones chosen were usually officials with good literary talents.

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"Young Master Yang, you have made great progress in poetry. I hope you will be able to make a big splash at the literary conference in the future." Miss Lan'er raised her glass to thank the guests. This Young Master Yang's poetry is actually just that, Lan'er can only deal with it.

, because his father is the head of the Ministry of Industry and has a lot of money. Although he does not have much authority, there is no need to offend him.

"Miss Xie Lan'er is lucky to say that if she can rise to prominence, she will definitely redeem her life in the future." Mr. Yang couldn't help but be happy, as if he had already seen his own domineering style in the court in the future.

"The slave family is here to wait for the good news of the young master." Lan'er smiled lightly and stood up to see him off. Many people have said this, but few of them are really destined to do so. After all, when he becomes famous in the officialdom,

By that time, I would be old and yellow, so how could I remember myself?

"Girl, Miss Qing'er's maid, Xiaohuan, is here. She said she has something to do with you." Xiaoyu, Lan'er's maid, came in and said. Xiaoyu saw Xiaohuan, but she was jealous. It was the Duke's mansion, and the threshold was probably higher than her own.

The waist is high.

"Qing'er is lucky, let her come in." Miss Qing'er married into the Duke's mansion. Although she walked in by herself, she was also the concubine of a serious young master. In Lan'er's opinion, it was also a concubine.

Consider it a good place to stay.

"Xiaohuan has met Miss Lan'er." Xiaohuan came in and bowed slightly to Lan'er. He had been here many times in the past, so there was no need to be cautious.

"Miss Qing'er has already married into the Duke's palace, why are you looking for me today?" Most women, when they leave Wenxiang Pavilion, are eager to cut off everything with Wenxiang Pavilion. Lan'er is naturally a little curious about Xiaohuan's visit.

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Chapter completed!