Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

When Shang Jiayan woke up, the sun was high again.

He sighed softly, rubbed his waist, and kicked Yang Jiming in shame.

"What's the matter?" Yang Jiming stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, and then rubbed his waist.

"Are you pretending to be asleep again?"

"No," Yang Jiming said hastily, "I woke up after kicking my calf."

"It's really shameful to go to bed so late and wake up." Shang Jiayan felt that the good habits he had developed before were about to disappear after only a few days of marriage, which made him a little depressed.

"Starting tonight, I will ask someone to add a bed in the side room, and we will sleep in separate rooms."

"You don't need to sleep in a separate room, just let someone wake you up later." Yang Jiming hugged him tighter.

Shang Jiayan pushed him away, "Are you going to sleep in the ear room, or I?"

"Jing Shuo, daughter-in-law..."

"I'm going to sleep in the ear room." Shang Jiayan glanced at him dissatisfied, and said in his heart: You can't leave him alone.

Yang Jiming compromised, "Oh, I'm going to sleep in the side room. I really can't do anything about you. But there should be a deadline, one day?"

"Ten days."

"Two days?"

"Half a month."

"Ten days, just ten days!"

Shang Jiayan snorted softly, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, endured the pain in his body and got up to get the clothes beside the bed.

Yang Jiming got up quickly to get dressed, and then waited for his wife to change.

Shang Jiayan remembered something and asked, "Did my elder brother ask you to help my second uncle find paintings yesterday?"

"You knew already?"

"What painting can Second Uncle throw away, do you need to find it? Eldest brother is clearly trying to make things difficult for you, so don't worry about it, I'll send someone to tell him."

Yang Jiming said with a faint smile: "Second Uncle really lost the painting outside, but the painting is worthless. This is the test of my elder brother, and I will do it today."

"You have an idea?"

"Probably has a direction."

Shang Jiayan nodded, he had finished dressing while speaking, and asked his servants to come in to take care of washing and dressing.

After eating, Yang Jiming went out.

Yang Jiming went to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion first. When Zhang Yong and others saw him, they surrounded him in surprise.

"Ji Ming, aren't you taking a rest, why are you here?"

"Brother Yong, brothers, I want to ask you something."

"You said."

"From Yugong Street in Beicheng to Fengyang Road in Xicheng, if you lose an antique calligraphy and painting, where can you find it?"

"Stolen?" "Should have been stolen."

"From the north city to the west city, if it wasn't for thieves from outside who could steal things without anyone noticing, then there would only be a mustache."

"Mustache? Where can I find him?"

"There is a place for storytelling."

"Thank you, everyone." Yang Jiming thanked him, and hurried to find someone.

"Ji Ming!" Zhang Yong called to stop him.

Yang Jiming turned around, only to see that Zhang Yong hesitated to speak, and the others seemed to have something to say too.

"Ji Ming, if the mustache really took it, just ask him to return the things, don't make things difficult for him."

"Yeah, yeah, the mustaches aren't bad."

The police intercede for the thieves?Yang Jiming couldn't help asking suspiciously: "Who is this little beard?"

"Come on, sit down and we'll talk to you."

So, Yang Jiming sat back down again.

"Moustache's name is Hu Xiaoyang. He is 16 years old, still young. He went to Beijing to look for his father two years ago, but he never found him, so he stayed in the capital."

"Yeah, when he started stealing, our brothers all caught him and imprisoned him for a while. Later, after Mr. Xu found out about his situation, he asked him to help the yamen and do some tracing. Things, and then exchange for some money."

"Then he still steals?"

"He just had a hand addiction, but he would return it within a day, so everyone turned a blind eye."

"It's been more than a day." Yang Jiming couldn't help sullen, didn't this mustache steal it?Or, was the mustache fooling the people in the yamen?

"If you see him, ask him. If he didn't take it, you can ask him to help you find it."

Yang Jiming nodded, took his leave and left.

He inquired along the roadside storytellers and storytelling teahouses. After searching for two streets, he finally found Mustache under a big tree.

The storyteller under the tree narrated the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes with emotion, and those who listened to the book listened with gusto.

Xiao Huzi felt the strength of a hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look, "Are you... Young Master Yang?"

"Recognize me?"

"There is no one in the Yamen of Shuntian Prefecture that I can't recognize." Mustache said proudly.

Yang Jiming winked, and the two walked into an empty corner to talk.

"Young Master Yang, what do you want from me?"

"I want to ask you something."

Mustache raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out a hand.

Yang Jiming said as if he couldn't understand the hand gesture asking for money, "Someone lost a painting the day before yesterday. It was a bamboo house, and it was inscribed by a person who doesn't regret it. Have you ever seen it?"

As Yang Jiming said, he paid attention to the expression of the mustache, and naturally saw the change in his expression.

"never seen it."

"That painting is actually worthless. If you can help find that painting, you can get ten taels of silver."

As soon as his words fell, Mustache's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he said through gritted teeth, "No help!"

Yang Jiming frowned slightly, "It seems that Master Xu and Brother Yong have been deceived by you."

"Whatever you say." Mustache turned and left.

Yang Jiming followed behind him openly.

The two of them walked around half of the capital.

The mustache walked sorely and weakly, and said out of breath, "Young Master Yang, how long are you going to follow?"

"Until I find that painting."

"Didn't you say that painting is worthless?" Mustache smiled.

"That painting is indeed worthless, but it is the painting of my wife's natal second uncle."

"That's my dad's painting!"

"what?"

"That's my father's painting, Buhui Shanren is my father."

Yang Jiming realized that he meant that the artist of the painting was his father. "Whether it's your father's painting or not, the painting belongs to my second uncle. Maybe your father sold the painting, or they knew each other?"

"How do I know that? I've been looking for him for more than two years!" Mustache burst into tears suddenly.

Yang Jiming was stunned for a moment, and stood there in a daze. He glanced at the crowd who had stopped and watched, and hurriedly pulled his mustache to talk in another place.

The mustache had cried enough, and wiped his tears and snot with his sleeve fiercely.

"My father is a Juren. He went to Beijing to take the exam in the winter of three years ago, and there was no news as soon as he left. My mother fell into the river and died that winter. I didn't wait until spring passed before my father came home."

"So you came to the capital to look for him?"

Mustache nodded, "I found the inn where he used to live. The innkeeper checked the tenant registration book and said that he only stayed for one night. Later, Mr. Xu also helped to check the files. As a result, in the spring of that year, there were no candidates A man named Hu Haiyang."

"So that painting has become the only clue so far." Yang Jiming pondered slightly, thinking, since Mr. Xu has come forward to help him find his father, the possibility of him lying is very small.

"Yes."

"how do you want to do it?"

"Actually, if you don't come to me, I will also go to that Mr. Shang." Mustache smiled, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Sir Young Master Yang, since you are related to Master Shang, why don't you do me a favor."

"Do you want me to go to the second uncle to find out about your father first, or to help you meet him?"

Mustache nodded, "I'll go directly to him, he may not be willing to meet me, a little guy."

"Why should I trust you?"

"I have another painting of my dad, you can make a comparison."

"I can't compare."

Mustache was stunned, he had seen many ignorant and rich young men, but it was the first time he had seen him admit so frankly that he was illiterate.

"San Shao Yang, you can bring a trustworthy person to my house and ask him to help you compare the two paintings to see if they are from the same person."

"Even if it can be proved that it is the same person's painting, it can only mean that you have two paintings of Buguishanren in your hand."

Mustache lowered his face, "Sir Young Master Yang, if you don't help me, you won't be able to get that painting. And I will find a way to meet Mr. Shang and ask him where the painting came from. "

"Look at you kid, you're still impatient with me, aren't you? I didn't say no to help."

"Then tomorrow morning, you can come and find me at the tofu stall on Huangmao Street."

"it is good."

After finding the painting, Yang Jiming went to the pastry shop to buy a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a pack of red bean cake, and then returned home to accompany his wife.

On this day, Shang Jiayan saw that Yang Jiming was not in the house, so he went to the back garden to collect sweet-scented osmanthus at the right time.

Not long after, he met the sisters who came to enjoy the flowers.

The fourth lady Yang Wanrong and the fifth lady Yang Wanxin from the first room, the third lady Yang Wanyu from the second room, the eighth lady Yang Wanqi from the third room, and the seventh lady Yang Wanmeng from the fifth room.

In addition to the married eldest lady and second lady, there is also the sixth lady of the fourth room, all the ladies in the house are here.

"Sister-in-law three, you're here too, isn't brother three accompanying you at the mansion today?" Fourth Miss Yang Wanrong quickly walked to his side first.

"He's out of the house on business."

The other young ladies have also come over, "Hi, third sister-in-law."

"Is the third sister-in-law collecting sweet-scented osmanthus? Let's help too, it seems very interesting." Yang Wanyu, the third lady of the second room, said with a smile.

Yang Wanrong asked: "What is the third sister-in-law going to do with the sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"Brew a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for your third brother to drink."

"Third brother is really lucky."

"When the wine is finished, I invite you to come to Chenxiangyuan to play together, and let Ji Ming accompany you."

"Okay, then it's settled, thank you, sister-in-law three."

"Thank you, sister-in-law, we must go to play."

With the help of the sisters, a large basket of sweet-scented osmanthus was quickly collected.

At this time, Yang Jiming came over.

After he returned to Chenxiangyuan, he heard that Shang Jiayan was collecting sweet-scented osmanthus in the back garden, so he came over with two packs of pastries.

"Third brother is here!" Yang Wanqi, the youngest Eighth Miss, saw Yang Jiming first.

Yang Jiming walked up to Shang Jiayan, smiled at his sisters and said, "My sisters are here too, just in time, I brought some pastries back, let's sit down and taste them together."

The sisters smiled and said, "Then thank you third brother."

Yang Wanyu took two packs of pastries from Yang Jiming's hands, and joked with a smile: "Our sisters can only eat the pastries bought by the third brother because of the honor of the third sister-in-law."

"Jing Shuo, look quickly, these little girls are accusing me, my elder brother, of treating them badly." Yang Jiming said pretending to be wronged.

Shang Jiayan turned against his sisters and said to him: "So if there is something good in the future, you should think more about your sisters."

"It's still the third sister-in-law who treats us well!"