Why, I think it's too little?

Seeing this guy holding his red envelope, he didn't say a few words politely, the good minister was displeased.

People should be conscious. During the New Year, they should be festive. If there is red envelope collection, they will also show off their bad faces. Do you think, I would give you thirty taels?

The dog's eyes look down on people!

These words were also good ministers when talking about the young man.

Because Liangchen felt that this man was too young and his age was definitely not the boss of the Silijian. At best, he was a low-ranking eunuch from Nei Shutang, so he felt that he was losing money even if he took the thirty taels.

Do you think everyone in this palace is a king's body, and Li Yongzhen and others are worthy of sending big red envelopes and making long-term investments?

Thirty taels, this is not a small amount. According to the current prices, Widow Pan outside Zuoanmen only costs five big money at a time!

A widow Pan is so tired that she can’t earn thirty taels a day. You still think it’s too little?!

Of course, Widow Pan still refused to follow the right path and was unwilling to make money by relying on physical strength. She would still go to the wrong path with Hu Guang, Sha Qiandao and others. It would be a matter of whether she could make money.

Even if she can make a living, the good ministers despise her. What is the most glorious thing for thousands of years?

The workers are the most honorable!

Liang Chen thought about whether he would come back to talk to Widow Pan when he had time. He is now an official. If Widow Pan saw him again, he would probably not even want five big money. He might even be able to pay him five coins.

Two flowers bloomed, and the one in front of you was very upset.

The young man's slutty look made him secretly complain: Which yamen you are from, what is your name? I will return to you in the account book and settle accounts with you in the future.

I sighed again, it was all the bad things in Wanli. I loved money all day long, but the result was that the ups and downs were effective, and all the inner slaves were also jealous of money.

Of course, thinking this in my heart, I didn’t dare to show any dissatisfaction on my face. Instead, I laughed and looked sincere, and congratulated me on my fortune.

"oh…"

The young man finally had some reaction, and his hand was done.

What Liangchen never expected was that the other party actually opened the red envelope and took out the silver notes inside.

this?…

Liangchen's eyes didn't fall to the ground. Brother, you are such a big man, you are not a three-year-old child, so you can open the red envelope in front of others?

"Thirty taels, Huitong?"

The young man said to himself, then looked at Liangchen and looked up and down.

Liangchen felt a little numb when he saw it, but he didn't dare to ask what you were looking at?

After a while, the young man laughed and said in an admirable tone: "Which yamen is your name? I'll tell you about your manager and ask him to arrange a good job for you this year."

A misunderstanding.

This must be a misunderstanding.

If you have no hair on your lips, it is not that you are not doing things well, but that you are easily treated as eunuchs.

This place is Dayi.

The good minister wanted to pull a few hairs from other places and stick them to his mouth.

He hates being regarded as a eunuch the most, even if the hair is distorted.

Just as I was about to explain that he was not a palace man, but a servant of Wenhua Palace, I saw something out of place.

hair!

Liangchen skipped a beat, calmed down, and carefully held his eyes, and finally confirmed that the young man in front of him whom he just called his father-in-law had a stubble on his mouth, but it was not too long and looked sparse.

It’s not surprising that being a father-in-law can grow a beard.

Many eunuchs in the palace have a pure body after adulthood, but they have no power at the bottom, and they still have power at the top, so there is really one of them in the ten. Just a few months ago, Gao Qiqian, who was caught in Tongzhou, was a bearded father-in-law.

However, it was obvious that Liangchen would not think that the other party was a bearded eunuch, because he did not smell the scent from the other party.

I asked the king's body to do a blessing and told Liangchen a secret thing.

That is, the eunuchs in the palace, whoever have a ministry, will buy themselves a sachet for themselves no matter what. The reason is not that they love beauty like women, but that they are used to block the smell.

The smell was what Liangchen smelled in the house where his second uncle and his wife lived that day at Jishuitan Horse Farm.

Because of the purifying body, eunuchs have many inconveniences and sequelae when they are relieved, and the most troublesome one is that they cannot urinate. Therefore, there will definitely be smell in the crotch.

This taste is fine in winter, but the other three seasons are very heavy, especially in summer. Therefore, eunuchs with status in the palace, in addition to buying sachets to cover the smell, those with conditions basically have to take a bath every day.

Of course, people like the second uncle don’t pay attention to that. Because they didn’t have long contact with the concubines and the emperor and the empress. One had no financial ability and the other had no prerequisites, so they naturally wouldn’t be willing to spend this money in vain.

He had a beard and had no scent on his body. Liangchen now wanted to get the other party's red envelope back because he was sure that this person was mostly a guard or a first-class Han general from the Jinyiwei. Otherwise, he would not have been accused of being unruly for his own fault. The red envelopes he carefully prepared were used to make friends with valuable people. Is this ordinary guard, a Han general, really worth wasting such a waste.

His second master Wei’s money didn’t fall from the sky, he was all obtained through a lot of essence and blood. Can he spend so much money?

"What are you looking at?"

The slightly fat young man couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw Wei Liangchen staring at his face but not answering him. He was in a good mood now. Because he grew up so old, no one had ever given him a red envelope, and he still forced it into his hands. Although he didn't have much money, he always had a bad intention. As for the other party's misunderstanding that he was a father-in-law, it sounded annoying, but he didn't hit the smiley person. He received the red envelopes himself and could not argue with him anymore.

"No, nothing. That... I'm not from the palace, I just..."

The good minister was about to reveal his identity, but several guards came back from patrol. When they saw the slightly fat young man, they hurried forward and said respectfully: "Your Highness, King Fu!"

This shout shocked Liangchen. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the handsome Prince of Fu Zhu Changxun in front of him who was just a little fat and still looked very handsome.

Whether it is Zhu Changluo or Zhu Changxun, they are both upright in appearance. The Zhu family has been in the opening of the country for more than two hundred years. No matter how ugly the ancestors are, they cannot withstand so many beautiful concubines for genetic modification. Now, there are really no ugly people in the royal family.

This is very different from the later pseudo-Qing Dynasty. The photos of the pseudo-Qing royal family that Liang ministers in the previous life, including concubines, can be said to be ugly than the other.

What is the reason?

No intermarriage.

Zhu Ming was the daughter of the virtuous and beautiful people in the world as his concubines, while Jueluo family insisted that the Manchu and Han Dynasty did not intermarry, and the concubines he took were all women of the three banners of Manchu, Mongolia, and Han army.

The scope is smaller, and Manchu and Mongolian women are not considered beautiful, so naturally, each generation is ugly than the other.
Chapter completed!