Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue met his parents whom he had missed for a long time. The two of them seemed to be different people. Their hair was all white, and they were more than ten years older than what he remembered.

Before he opened his mouth, Tang Yue's tears were already falling, "Dad...Mom..."

He thought that his mother would be as emotional as before, and his father would beat him out of the house with a stick, but he didn't expect that the two of them looked calm when they saw it, only the deep worry was hidden in their eyes.

"Come on, come in quickly... why didn't Xiao Liao come with you?"

"..." Tang Yue was at a loss, why did Xiao Liao get involved?What's happening here?

"Since you have decided, then so be it. We don't ask for anything else, as long as you are safe and sound."

Tang Yue choked up and couldn't speak. He wished so much to hear his parents say these words, but it's a pity...

After taking off his shoes and entering the house, Tang Yue smelled the aroma of food, which he hadn't seen for a long time. He could only taste it in his dreams for many years.

The family of three ate a meal in harmony, Tang Yue put down the bowls and chopsticks, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Dad, Mom, you must also be well..." I live well in another world, You must also be good.

After Tang Yue finished speaking, he stepped back step by step, and the scene in front of him became more and more ethereal and empty.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and he was still immersed in the aftertaste of the dream, unable to recover for a long time.

There was soft crying beside him, Tang Yue turned his head to look over, and saw Zhang Chun was crying under the blanket.

He sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and realized that he was not that rational either, the crying in the dream might have actually happened.

"Don't cry, if you cry again, you will attract people."

Zhang Chun sobbed twice, his head was exposed from under the quilt, his eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Brother Tang, have you thought about how to go back?"

"I've thought about it..." How could I not have thought about it?In the first month of his arrival, he couldn't accept this reality at all. He hated everything in this world and everything in this body.

"But what's the use of thinking? How can we go back when we're all dead?"

"Maybe, don't novels often have that kind of back-and-forth plot? Maybe we completed a certain task, and the time tunnel opened? Like helping a certain prince ascend the throne, or helping someone The real dragon emperor has seized the throne.

Maybe Li Zhao is not the Son of Man at all, but a villain, and the meaning of our existence is to overthrow his rule, help the real wise king ascend the throne, change the rules of this world, and re-establish a new system, and , maybe I am that Mingjun! "

Tang Yue yawned and patted Zhang Chun's head, "Sao Nian, you've read too many novels, it's still early, go to sleep, you can continue to complete your great cause of nation-building in your dreams!"

After continuing to sleep, Tang Yue had no dreams until dawn. After he and Zhang Chun got up and washed themselves, the housekeeper reported that someone had come to the Prince's residence.

Tang Yue glanced at Zhang Chun, thinking, probably this kid's verdict has come down, right?

As it turned out, Ke brought a rubbing copy of the verdict approved by the king, read it out in front of Zhang Chun, and the ceremony was considered complete.

Zhang Chun was still at a loss until he finished reading all the content, so he quietly asked Tang Yue, "Brother Tang, translate it, what do you mean?"

"You didn't listen to what he said. Nian Huangfu Chun was young and ignorant, no one taught him, and he was punished lightly. He was deprived of the position of city lord. He only enjoys the power of marquis, and cannot be hereditary."

"What about the house? I don't seem to have mentioned it." Zhang Chun is most concerned about his mansion, which is a large fortune.

He has suffered for so many days, so why should he get something in return?

Tang Yue really wanted to pry open his head to see what's inside. At this time, shouldn't he be overjoyed that he not only escaped a catastrophe, but also retained his title, how wonderful it is.

"Okay, I'll ask you later, do you still want to go back to Taiyang City?"

"If you don't go back to the house, you need it. Even if you don't sell it, it's a lot of real estate. After all, it's a way out, isn't it?"

"Don't think about it. Since it is the City Lord's Mansion, it must be the next City Lord. How could it be left to you?"

Zhang Chun grimaced, "That's true."

"However, since your family has been enshrined for three generations, you must have a lot of property. You may not know how much real estate is. The above did not say that it will be taken back. You can ask someone."

Zhang Chun's eyes lit up, "That's right, I didn't confiscate the house, these things are still mine! Haha..."

Tang Yue didn't want him to be too happy. He had been away for such a long time, and he didn't know who had those things?But seeing him so happy, I don't want to dampen his interest.

"My lord, the master also asked the servants to send all the people you want, where do you think they will be placed?"

Tang Yue didn't care about Zhang Chun this time, "Have they all been delivered? Where are they?"

"They're all waiting outside the mansion. You and my slave will go and have a look. The master will tell you that if you are not satisfied, you can replace them immediately."

Tang Yue strode out of the mansion. Zhang Chunren, with short calves, trotted after him, wanting to see who made Tang Yue so excited.

But when he got outside the door and saw a group of people standing neatly outside, he suddenly lost interest.

Not to mention that there are no beauties, and there are not many men who can look at them. Most of them are elderly men, some of whom are still on crutches. Let me go. Is this the rhythm of planning to choose a scumbag to harm the opponent?

Ke gave the roster to Tang Yue, "Some of these people are old people who have retired from the army, and they all have experience in treating wounds by themselves, and some of them are house slaves replaced by the prince's mansion, all of whom have served others well."

"How many of them are literate?" Tang Yue asked.

"There are about [-] people, and another ten people can roughly understand simple characters, but they can't write."

Tang Yue nodded, "Send people to the other courtyard in the eastern suburbs of Yecheng. The houses are all built, and the two share one room. Let them learn some simple characters during the day. My son will draw them out every evening. One hour to teach them some basic knowledge, there will be a test every month, and those who fail will be eliminated."

"Here, I will convey your meaning to them."

Tang Yue smiled at Ke with satisfaction. This person who grew up with the prince is different. He is thoughtful and efficient, but unfortunately he is afraid of blood.

It is said that it is the psychological shadow left by him when he was a child, and because he is more timid than other slaves, he can live safely until now.

After he took the people away, Zhang Chun asked suspiciously: "What do you want a group of old men for? Is there some kind of conspiracy?"

"Fuck you, how can you be so fair and aboveboard when you play tricks?"

"That's hard to say, the ancients were all simple, how could we have so many devious ways?"

"Hey, don't count me in. I'm definitely an upright and kind-hearted person. I'm not on the same side as you." Tang Yue rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't underestimate the ancients. They just have less knowledge, which doesn't mean they don't have the same brain. It works!"

"I know, you haven't said what those people do, they are not easy to mess with."

"I am going to form a team of nurses who can go to the battlefield to save lives."

"Nurse, isn't that an angel in white? Why don't you find a woman?" In Zhang Chun's impression, all nurses are women.

"Do you think it's possible for a group of women to go to the battlefield in this era?" Even if it's just doing small things to heal injuries, it's impossible.

There are so many men in the army, and they are all like wolves and tigers. If you really want to take a group of female nurses, don't do anything. The first thing you need to protect is their chastity.

Zhang Chun smiled awkwardly, knowing that his thoughts were too naive, "I'm sorry, sorry, I haven't been able to integrate into the role for a while."

This is probably a common problem of every traveler. It will take time for a person to adapt to a brand new environment, so Tang Yue didn't laugh at him.

Taking advantage of nothing, Tang Yue took Zhang Chun to his pharmacy. From the moment he saw the blueprint, he really wanted to see this pharmacy with his own eyes.

The address of the pharmacy is very good. On the busiest street in Yecheng, the flow of people is of course not comparable to that of modern times, but it is already considered the busiest area in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The pharmacy has a large area, divided into a special cabinet for medicinal materials, a consultation room, and a counter. There are thousands of medicinal material cabinets.

Each group of medicine cabinets has an escalator, and the top few cabinets must be climbed to get.

Looking up at the tall counter, Zhang Chun sighed, "This scale is not common even in traditional Chinese medicine stores. It's not easy to be your clerk."

Tang Yue didn't think there were too many, but he was afraid that there would not be so many medicinal materials to fill so many cabinets, and the first batch of medicinal materials was coming soon, so he had to pick and grind them, and it would take some time before they could be put on the cabinets.

"How about you come to be the first clerk? Experience it?" Tang Yue said half-jokingly.

Zhang Chun raised his chin in embarrassment, "I'm a Marquis now, the kind who only gets paid and doesn't do anything, how can I work for you?"

In terms of status, Zhang Chun was still above Tang Yue a few days ago, but this status is too vain. Tang Yue still has the right to be a military doctor. Those who recruit ten apprentices freely will still be paid by the government.

At the back of the drugstore is a large open-air yard, where two rows of green pines are planted, and a shelf is made in the rest of the open space for drying medicinal materials.

Behind it is a whole row of processing rooms, which are divided into drying room, grinding room, decoction room, etc. On both sides are two large warehouses for hoarding medicinal materials.

After the processing room is the accommodation. In addition to Tangyue's private courtyard, there is also a dormitory for employees. The kitchen and toilet living facilities are complete.

Tang Yue couldn't help but admire Li Zhao's carefulness. He almost transformed this place into his second residence, and it was the kind of place where he moved in with his bags.

"The benefits are good. I'm so excited to see them." Zhang Chun wandered around, wanting to occupy a room here, even though he has the title of Marquis now, but he didn't talk about his salary and benefits. How much rice grain do you get?

"Mr. Tang, do you include room and board?" He asked shyly.

"Baby." Tang Yue patted him on the head, "Why don't you treat it as a part-time job, and help me do the work at the counter first. Seeing how shrewd you are, you must be good at settling accounts."

"Hey, that's a must. I used to be a cashier in a restaurant and never made a mistake." Zhang Chun patted his chest and said.

"..."

After leaving the pharmacy, Tang Yue looked up at the empty house number, stroked his chin and smiled for a while, then went to the Prince's Mansion in a carriage.

Zhang Chun didn't see the gate of the Prince's Mansion clearly until today, and he didn't recognize it at the first time, and followed Tang Yue in the door swaggeringly, and it was too late to run away when he saw Prince Zhao.

Like all the people who are afraid of Prince Zhao, Zhang Chun also belongs to the kind who feels that he has an aura of a master when he sees him.

To put it bluntly, it is this kind of person who looks like a master at first glance, and is not on the same level as them.

Of course, this is true in essence. Is it the same for a dignified prince who was born as an ordinary commoner?

Zhang Chun saluted resentfully, and his etiquette was neither fish nor fowl, but there was a reason "no one taught him", and no one made it difficult for him.

"Since the royal father did not deprive you of your title, then you should learn the orthodox etiquette. From tomorrow onwards, when you arrive at the Prince's Mansion, I will send someone to teach you."

Zhang Chun's eyes widened: "Learn what?"

"I have various customs and etiquette in the Southern Jin Dynasty. As for whether you want to study literature or practice martial arts, it is up to you to decide."

Oh, so enlightened!

Zhang Chun wanted to say "no" very much!But Tang Yue on the side winked at him desperately, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The matter was settled so easily and happily, Prince Zhao sent him out to choose a master, and took Tang Yue to the study by himself.