After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The night is warm and the dark sky is dotted with stars.

Wen Yu leaned against the window. The evening breeze blew by, and the tall bamboos outside the window swayed in the wind.

"Miss, it's late."

The maid's subtle reminder brought Wen Yu back to his senses.

During the day, Shuyao's words were like a piece of hot flint thrown into his heart.

My experiences along the way have proved the importance of having money in hand.

If I win the bet this time, I won’t have to worry about the rest of my life anymore!

"Hongxiu, go get all those posts for me!" Wen Yu looked determined.

"Ah, but..." Hongmei found it difficult to speak.

Because of the amazing effect of the painting of the emperor and the concubine, many dignitaries secretly sent visiting cards to Wen Yu.

In order to win back their husbands' hearts, some ladies asked Wen Yu to draw a wedding picture.

There were also concubines who asked Wen Yu to paint pictures of beauties in order to win the favor of their masters.

There is also a mistress who wants to ask Wen Yu to draw erotic pictures so that her girls can learn from them and avoid suffering on their wedding day.

"What's embarrassing about making money?" The reason why Wen Yu avoided him in the past few days was simply because he felt that drawing these pictures was too tiring.

But now, my mindset has changed. These pictures are like hard cash, and they are the guarantee for my bright future life!

Wen Yu just wished there were as many pictures as possible.

"The one who pays the highest price will be given priority!" Since we have decided to make money from this, we should be more ruthless!

Under the same sky, every household is performing a different drama.

Jiang Guanghai walked slowly back home under the moonlight.

In his mind, he calculated that he only had fifty taels of private money, and he couldn't help but sigh.

It is not easy to live in the capital. Although my father is an imperial censor, after deducting rent and household expenses, there is not much money left every month.

All the savings accumulated through frugal living over the years were used to buy a new house.

Do I still need to ask my father and mother for help?

But if I miss this opportunity, I will definitely regret it!

As he was thinking, Jiang Guanghai arrived at the entrance of the alley.

Although the location of the new house is not as good as before, it is quieter.

Most of the people living here are officials from the Hanlin Academy and other low-ranking government offices. Although the courtyards are small, they are decorated very elegantly.

However, today, there seemed to be many guests coming to his house. Jiang Guanghai stood at the door and could hear his aunt's hearty laughter through the wooden door.

"Big sister, our Guanghai has made a big splash this time, and has been praised by Master Zhu himself!"

Mrs. Jiang said modestly: "Alas, not as good as your Dalang. Your Dalang is now a scholar!"

The aunt's voice sounded very sad: "With Gwanghae's ability, it would be easy for him to capture the scholar, and with the care of Lord Cui, Lord Zhu and the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang, he would rise to prominence all the way. But my Dalang is not so lucky."

Jiang Guanghai outside the door curled his lips.

When I decided to drop out of Songshan Academy and enter Baichuan Academy, my aunt was afraid that her family would be implicated, so she ran to my house at night and had a big fight with my mother, saying that she wanted to sever all ties with her.

Although it is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, my aunt's actions did hurt the relationship between relatives.

Mrs. Jiang seemed not to understand the implication of her sister's words, and consoled her: "Back then, you spent a lot of time choosing an academy for your son. I still remember you said that it would be easy for this academy to produce a successful candidate!"

My aunt laughed, "That was the past! When Master Cui and Master Zhu come back, there will definitely be a bloody storm in the imperial examinations!"

Mrs. Jiang said indifferently: "As long as you have real talent and knowledge, what is there to be afraid of?"

Jiang Guanghai, who was standing outside the door, burst into laughter and then pushed the door open and went in: "Mother, I'm back. Aunt, why are you here?"

As soon as she saw Jiang Guanghai, my aunt's face brightened up. She hurriedly stood up and went to greet him, holding Jiang Guanghai's hand.

"The star of literature is back! Come and let your aunt have a look. Oh my, he has become even more handsome than before!"

Jiang Guanghai pulled his hand away without leaving a trace, hid behind Mrs. Jiang, and waited for his aunt to tell him her ultimate purpose.

"Guanghai, you are the only child in your family. You need to spend more time with your aunt's brothers in the future, support each other, and have each other to rely on."

Jiang Guanghai smiled and said nothing. When those brothers saw him on the road, they would rather take a detour.

My aunt continued as if nothing had happened, "You see, there aren't many students in Baichuan Academy. How about letting some of the brothers go to the academy to keep you company? That way they can take care of you."

Jiang Guanghai: "Okay, just ask them to go to the academy to register."

My aunt's smile froze on her face.

Since its opening, Baichuan Academy has only recruited students once.

He had been blocking the entrance to the academy for several days, but couldn't find anyone. He also wanted to find the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang through connections, but he was unsuccessful.

"Oh, look at my memory! Gwanghae had such a big happy event, I prepared the gift long ago, but I was so busy chatting with my sister that I forgot about it for a moment."

After saying this, the aunt winked at the little maid beside her, and the little maid took out a wooden box.

Opening the wooden box, ten silver cushions were neatly arranged inside.

"You're too polite, sister. Why are you giving me a gift during such a rare festival? We can't accept it!" Mrs. Jiang frowned and pushed the box back.

Then, without waiting for her aunt to speak, he pushed her out and said, "It's so late, your Dalang must be worried about you, go back quickly!"

boom!

The door of Jiang's house was shut heavily.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I love my brothers and sisters, but I'm not a fool. Can't I tell who is an ungrateful person?" Mrs. Jiang turned around and told the servants to clean up the mess on the floor.

"It took a lot of effort for Baichuan Academy to get established. You must protect your reputation and don't ruin it for a little profit!"

"Madam, you're right!" Censor Jiang came out in casual clothes and praised.

Then, Censor Jiang turned to Jiang Guanghai and asked: "The wife of Marquis Yongchang called you here today. What's the matter?"

Jiang Guanghai told us everything that happened in the private room: "Shuyao said that the value of houses in Kyoto will be worth millions of taels in the future, and she asked us to buy those houses and shops with her."

"What a fantasy! How is this different from robbing money?" Mrs. Jiang didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to believe it.

Jiang Guanghai: "But my godmother said that if the money is not enough, she will cover the cost."

Mrs. Jiang turned around and went back to the main house without saying a word.

"Auntie?"

"There are still some savings at home, you can take them all! The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang has made sure that there will be no problem!"

Jiang Guanghai looked at his calm and composed father again.

Censor Jiang thought more deeply than Mrs. Jiang. The wife of Marquis Yongchang was not short of money, so why did she get involved in this matter?

Censor Jiang smiled bitterly. He used to be able to understand some of her intentions, but now, he couldn't understand anything at all.