Bedroom Bedroom

Yang Ling sent the Feng Hegong God of Wealth away, and stood in the middle hall for a long time and was stunned: God is so kind to me. I am so lucky that I can't stop the city wall. He actually sent such a natural business genius out of thin air. If the merchants were not for the untouchables in this era, Yu Yong would have abandoned his official position and entered business.

Yang Ling's idea was indeed not as long as Yu Yong, but Yu Yong provided this creativity and planned such a big blueprint, which induced him to think of a higher goal than Yu Yong's suggestions.

Yu Yong said it right. As long as you take time and use the power and convenience of the internal factory, you can indeed make a fortune and build a huge intelligence network that is omnipresent, but the more profound significance is:

If such a huge and convenient transportation network is really established and the resources in the country are mobilized, areas that urgently need these materials can develop rapidly. When areas that provide resources, due to the convenience of circulation, gradually lose the advantage of making huge profits by simply providing raw materials, the people will spontaneously seek larger and better profit-making means due to the driving force of economic interests.

The development of commerce has the greatest effect on promoting industry. With a series of chain reactions driven by transportation, it will unconsciously promote the entire process of industrialization of the Ming Dynasty.

This process cannot be effective in a short while, but it can produce huge power in the slow process. When it is linked to the interests of most superiors, the existing political system that hinders economic development will be changed without any suspense, and even the emperor will not be able to stop this trend at that time.

Wouldn’t the ideal you dreamed of have been realized? This is really a matter of searching for everything without any effort. Who can think that a series of reforms such as politics, economy, and culture that are impossible to achieve in the current environment will start with a carriage?

When the entire ruling class becomes the biggest beneficiary of the new economy, and when they experience the sweetness... will they still become a stumbling block in history? Or will they become a positive force to promote historical development?

During the historical development process, there was always a group of original elites who eventually gradually degenerated into obstacles to social progress with the development of society, so those who have too strong Taoist concepts can temporarily put aside. If they can bring the royal relatives who value profits more than names in the first place, and all the gentry and celebrities who join the army that do business and open factories, then... how many people will these royal relatives influence? How many nephews of these gentry and celebrity families are in politics and military officials, and under the influence of their family.........

When Yang Ling thought of this, he felt excited. Of course, these things cannot be done so quickly. It is not something that can be completed in a year or two to build the internal factory into the largest circulation group in the country.

But Yang Ling knew that if he, who knew a clear direction of development, would be able to promote it, and then to engage in transportation in one year and "corrosion and win over" in three years. Ten years later, a new power group would be formed in the government and the opposition, which would be enough to compete with the conservative forces.

And at that time, this power was no longer something that anyone could destroy. As time develops, its advanced side will inevitably lead to it gaining an increasingly powerful advantage, and history will change as a result.

But...what if he didn't help himself? Yang Ling slowly walked to the flower bed and sat down. A few busy bees were squirming on the stamens. Yang Ling looked at him in a daze for a while. His eyes gradually became brighter: There are rules for flowers to bloom and fall, and there is no rules for historical development?

Even if history does not exist, what should appear will still reveal its buds. It is not the inventor, but just discovers this existing law in advance. As long as one does one's best efforts to promote its development in his lifetime, it is equivalent to inserting a new direction mark into the original development of history, opening up a new path, and planting a seed with completely different ideas in the conservative bureaucratic forces. Even if one does not have the prophet here, someone will continue to walk along its natural laws, until it gathers into an unstoppable torrent.

And because of his appearance, the process will be advanced and faster. Yang Ling can imagine that because of his appearance, the rail of the giant ship of the Ming Dynasty will change little by little, and the change is so insignificant. But it is this point that the rudder of the giant ship will cause a huge change in its course.

A slight difference can be a huge mistake. How will this giant ship change dramatically when it sails through decades of history?

Thinking of this, Yang Ling had thrown his personal grievances and gains and losses behind him. He knew that with the power of a person, he could not achieve this goal at all. Yang Ling could not eat this cake, and the inner factory could not eat it, so he had to contact all possible forces to participate.

The East Factory, the West Factory, and the Jinyiwei are power groups that are more likely to accept this concept than the court officials. If they are brought to their own side, the three factories and one bathroom join forces will be enough to compete with the civil servant group, and the civil servant group may not be entirely ignorant.

To unite the three factories and one bathroom, you have to fight first and then pull. At least people like Wang Yue and Fan Ting cannot understand his idea, nor can you accept this concept. These people must be suppressed and replaced with a group of "profit-oriented" people. The Ming Dynasty now has no shortage of complacent talents, but also lacks ambitious talents. To change history, they will play an important role.

The more Yang Ling thought about it, the more excited he became. Even Liu Biao didn't notice it when he walked in front of him. Liu Biao saw the adult sitting on the stone steps, staring at a bright flower in a daze, sometimes dancing with eyebrows, sometimes frowning and contemplating, and did not dare to disturb him, so he just walked to the side to wait.

Yang Ling had been thinking for a long time, and suddenly he felt someone approaching. When he looked up, he saw that it was Liu Biao and couldn't help but smile happily: "Liu Biao, you go back to the camp now and start preparing. I will ask the emperor to transfer Zuozhao Camp back from Tailing tomorrow and open a government office to build a yamen, the faster the better."

Seeing that he was so dazzling, Liu Biao was extremely excited. He quickly agreed and hurriedly returned to the military camp.

When Han Youniang heard that her husband was back, she saw that it had been noon. She was afraid that he had not eaten yet, so she quickly tied her apron. She cooked a bowl of dumpling soup herself, made four poached eggs, and lit sesame oil to hang there. But after waiting for a while, he didn't see him coming back. She came to the middle hall with a little maid and found out that she was just busy with business, so she sat in the room and waited.

The cicadas were chirping tirelessly outside the window. Although the doors and windows of the bedroom were open, the weather was so depressing that there was not even a silk wind. Han Youniang got up at the third day before yesterday to go to the palace. When she came back last night, she was busy with the etiquette of her two sisters entering the door. She was really tired, and she was waiting for her to lean on her chin and fell asleep.

Yang Ling rushed back to the bedroom excitedly and saw that only young lady was sitting in the room, holding her chin with her hands. Her eyes drooped, and she looked cute and cute. He quickly took his pace and walked slowly to her.

Yingying is sixteen or seventeen, just like a peony. Although Han Youniang is married, she is still like a girl who has not grown up. She has her dense eyelashes and her red little mouth is plump and charming, as if she is making a silent invitation to her husband.

Yang Ling quietly leaned over and stole a mouth. Han Youniang was dozing off in a daze. Suddenly, she felt that someone had kissed her little mouth. This was a big fright. Han Youniang opened her eyes in shock and raised her little fist like a conditioned reflex.

Yang Ling had known what kind of lethality his wife had, so she successfully attacked and immediately retreated. She fled to the door and smiled and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit me, you will be the one who hurt me if I hurt me."

Han Youniang saw that it was her husband clearly, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She touched her lips and said angrily: "Look at you, you don't look like a master, and you're a joke."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Whoever is still pretending to be a master with his wife? That's why he is sick." He came over and sat next to Young Lady and said, "Young Lady, my husband has something to discuss with you."

Han Youniang pushed a bowl, uncovered the lid, handed the chopsticks and said, "It's still hot. My husband eat something first. You are not the one who decides what's going on at home? You still have to discuss what's going on?"

Yang Ling took the chopstick and picked up a steaming hot poached egg, and took a bite, and said vaguely: "You should know this, young lady, Zuo Shuai Camp will soon withdraw from Beijing to join the internal editorial factory. I don't want my father-in-law and others to do their jobs in the factory guards."

Han Youniang became nervous when she heard this and asked hurriedly: "Mr., but... aren't dad and brother careless about doing things?"

"Uh? Oh! What are the little heads thinking?" Yang Ling raised his chopsticks and knocked her affectionately on the young lady's head, saying, "Young lady, the factory guards are the ones who stomp in the people among the people. You should be proud of it, but their reputation is really bad. I don't want them to deal with the factory guards.

Besides... My sister-in-law is a dull person, and she is rarely with you. Staying at home like this all day is similar to going to jail. My brother is tired of family and it is not appropriate to travel outside. Looking back, I asked Master Jiao of the Ministry of Personnel to help him find an official position in the Ministry of Justice. After that, the couple can live together.

My second brother is a martial person by nature and he likes to stay in the army. I am going to transfer him to Nanzhili. As for my father-in-law and younger brother, I don’t plan to let them have any connection with the official again. Don’t worry, my husband has his own intention to do this, because of our plan, do you know?"

Han Youniang seemed to understand, but after hearing the explanation, she believed that Yang Ling was indeed kind to her father and brother. Yang Ling was going to do a big fight, so she naturally had to arrange her way out first. He asked his elder brother to go to the yamen, and his second brother was in the army, and his father-in-law and younger brother bought some taverns and inns, so that the Han family would also have a local property. In this way, even if he was defeated in his career, as long as he was not a serious crime against Shi Jun, his family would not be implicated. He naturally did not make any effort to tell Youniang about this painstaking efforts.

Yang Ling was talking to the young lady while eating. At this time, Gao Wenxin walked in from outside with a plate, put the plate on the table, and bowed to Yang Ling: "The master is back just right. The maid has prepared medicines for strengthening the body according to the ancient prescription, and is waiting for you to come back. The master is busy with business affairs all day long. Taking this medicine every day is of great benefit to the body. Please take it while it is hot."

Yang Ling knew that the so-called medicine for strengthening the body must be the prescription she used to treat infertility. He took the cup, took a sip and almost sprayed it all out. He said with a bitter face: "Do you have to drink such a bitter medicine soup every day? Can it be made into pills? I swallow one by one, it's too bitter."

Gao Wen held back his smile and said, "It's my maid who is confused. I've finished it in a hurry and made the pills. I'll force it to take it first. I'll do it when I go back."

Yang Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink the bitter medicine soup, and quickly rinse his mouth. Gao Wenxin took out a cloth roll and spread it on the table, with dense rows of silver needles on it. Gao Wenxin said unnaturally: "Please go to bed and bend down, and the broad clothes are exposed... and the back is exposed. I will give you some acupuncture."

Yang Ling didn't mind being naked in front of the female doctor, but the customs at this time were different from modern times. He had to avoid it and couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "This... isn't it convenient? Isn't it okay to just take medicine? I have nothing wrong with it, at most... at most... at most the scholars are a little weak."

Gao Wenxin said with a pretty face: "Of course I am not sick, but I am not jealous of the doctor. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Uh...I'm not sick...Isn't you sick?" Yang Ling was confused when he heard this. Fortunately, the young lady was also in the room, and she was less embarrassed. He got up and walked to the bed and lying down, lifted up the outer robe and underwear, exposed her waist and back. Gao Wenxin sat by the bed and picked up silver needles, piercing into his back one by one. Every time he pulled out one, he gently massaged the acupoint with his fingers.

When she applied the needle, Yang Ling didn't even feel sour and numb. Instead, when she massaged the acupoints with her slender fingers, she felt a sour and hot feeling. After a while, Gao Wenxin said to Han Youniang in a low voice: "Madam, please... please... take off the master's clothes again... and then."

"Huh?" Yang Ling had not waited to object. Before Gao Wenxin could tell that Han Youniang, who had already heard from the acupuncture point, had already pulled his pants and pulled it. Yang Daxiucai's two round and tender butts were exposed. Yang Ling was so embarrassed that she lay there and didn't even dare to put it. Well... I really didn't dare to put it!

Gao Wenxin's white and jade-like face now also showed a purple-black color, and there was danger of blood vessels bursting. She took a quick breath and quickly picked up a thicker silver needle and looked at it. She twisted and inserted it into the vertebrae of Yangling's tail. She turned her head and said to Han Youniang: "Madam, please twist the silver needle carefully until the master feels...uncomfort."

What does it mean to be discomfort? Yang Ling was wondering, but Han Youniang said timidly: "I...I dare not attack. My father said that the acupoints should not be touched randomly. In that place, it is a mess, and in the worst case, it is a death. Sister, you should do it."

Gao Wenxin had no choice but to turn around and pinch the silver needle with two fingers. The three fingers were hanging slightly and shaking regularly.

Yang Ling felt the needles were sore and numb, but his whole body was extremely comfortable. It seemed like a massage, and then a heat gushed from the tailbone and the perineum rushed straight to the yang root. At first, he was still patient. After a moment, he was holding the sky. Fortunately, he leaned on the bed to cover the ugly thing. Yang Ling then understood what discomfort meant and shouted: "I'm not feeling well, I'm not feeling well, my husband is not feeling well, um, my master is not feeling well."

Miss Gao pulled out the needle in shame. Han Youniang was not vague about the top major issues of the Yang family. Seeing that there seemed to be a process missing, she hurriedly asked: "Sister Wenxin, don't you need a massage?"

Gao Wenxin said whisperingly: "Pressing is something you need to press. There is no danger in this. Just identify the acupoints. It's better to have a wife...madam...madam."

Han Youniang was really embarrassed to save the massage. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled, and said to Yang Ling: "Don't move, my mom, I'll give you a massage before talking about it."

How dare Yang Ling move? He shook his head and tail and waving his tail still, and he didn't dare to wake him up. He lay there and just thought: "Daily treatment? Uh... In the future... I have to take a bath every day, and I must take a bath every day..."

The sultry weather swept away, and in the evening, the wind suddenly started, and a heavy rain fell. The rain came and went quickly. Although it was raining heavily, it stopped after only half an hour. After the clouds closed and the rain stopped, there were only a few rays of gorgeous sunsets in the blue sky.

The lotus leaves in the Yang family pond are like a washed jade plate, and a few frogs squat on it and sing happily. Crystal drops of water are still falling from the delicate lotus buds. Slight ripples are rippling on the water surface. There is a layer of fluffy mist on the thorns of the lotus leaves, which is cool.

Two little maids sat on the clean stone railings of the curved corridor, their legs swaying on the water surface, chewing their tongues. A maid in green said, "The master is going to enter the bridal chamber tonight, but it's so hot that it's so hot that he's sweaty when walking two steps. Don't look at Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Xue are handsome like a fairy. I'm afraid he's not interested. Look, God rushed to a timely rain. I want me to tell you, our master is the God of Fortune in the sky and can't compare to anyone."

Another little girl with freckles on her face laughed and said, "Oh, why can't you move? Sister Cui'er seems to know everything. Confess it quickly. How do you know these things?"

The young maid in green said "Oh" and started to play with her shamefully, saying unyieldingly: "You don't understand. Why do you understand when you don't understand? I'm afraid that you are so moved that you will only talk about this. Do you think about it when you dream...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The two maids laughed and jokingly alarmed the toad general with a majestic belly. It stared at the frog's eyes and looked around carefully. It kicked its hind legs, screamed, and plunged into the clear pond.

Mr. Yang, the God of Fortune from Heaven, was sitting in the study and drinking tea. Since he finished dinner, Yu Tangchun and Xue Limei shyly bowed to the master, presented tea to his wife and ran back to the room, Yang Ling had been sitting in the inner study and drinking tea. That night, he had already drunk two pots of tea and went to the toilet six times.

After dinner, he first patrolled Han Youniang's closed door for a while, then ran to the door of Yutangchun and Xuelimei to stand at the gates of him, and finally he ran to Xiu to the study room for tea.

It is an indisputable fact that the two girls entered the door. Yang Ling hesitated not to pretend to show her to the young lady. However, although he accepted this fact in his heart, his education and influence since childhood were deeply rooted in his heart. To break this layer of defense and enjoy the blessings of his wives and concubines with peace of mind, it is not so easy to accept them calmly.

Seeing that it was too late, he had already married into the house and became his own wife, and could he continue to be pretentious? Yang Ling gritted his teeth and came to the two of them again. He looked on the left and the right. He looked like a thief and didn't know who should go to the door first, but suddenly heard a "clang" sound in Yutang's Chun room.

After hearing this, Yang Ling took advantage of the situation and walked over to open the door and took a look. He saw a bronze mirror rolling over the ground. Yu Tangchun was chasing him behind him. When he saw him entering the door, his face was first delighted, and then he became dizzy and embarrassed, standing there with embarrassment.

Yang Ling picked up the bronze mirror and handed it to her hand, and said strangely: "Why... has the mirror dropped to the ground?"

Su San lay on the crack in the door and saw the master standing outside and turning around like a wandering soul, but he never dared to walk in. He was anxious and wise, and then he remembered this method of attracting people with a mirror. How dare she tell the truth? She hurriedly took the mirror shyly and whispered: "I...I was accidentally...I was not careful..."

I don’t know whether the little girl was intentional or unintentional, but the jade hand took the mirror and gently touched Yang Ling’s hand. Her little hands were round and delicate, and her delicate and agile fingers were as smooth as jade. Yang Ling’s heart was thrilling.

Yu Tangchun went over shyly and closed the door, pressed the door gate in panic, and said calmly: "Master, sit down, I will pour you a cup of tea."

Yang Ling hurriedly said, "Yu'er, don't be busy anymore, I... have been drinking tea in the study for a night."

Yu Tangchun laughed "puffy" when she heard this, and a faint blush suddenly appeared on her white face. She gently pulled her hand back and said with a smile: "So... Master, it's getting dark... it's getting dark. I'll give you a relaxing dress."

A pair of red candles with red joy were lit on the dressing table, and Yu Tangchun was wearing a scarlet light dress. When he approached, his light figure was like a light blue and light ochre picture.

Han Youniang is pure and tender, as fresh and charming as a girl next door, but the classical temperament of Yutang always makes her look like a jade man in the painting, and is not like a real existence. The two are two completely differently beautiful.

Yang Ling felt aroused in her heart and couldn't help but hug her. A hazy mist suddenly floated in his eyes. His whole body was slumped in his arms.

The jade man in Yang Ling's arms was carefully examined. Yu Tangchun in front of him and the image of the green-clothed man who sang "Su San~ Leaving Hongtong County" on the stage with a shackle and locks alternated, and they could never merge into an impression in Yang Ling's heart.

Yes, they are different. Yu Tangchun on the stage is a miserable woman who falls into dust. The girl in her arms has changed her fate. Apart from a name, she has no relationship with that Yu Tangchun. But will she be happy? Or will she experience another kind of joy and sorrow?

A kind of love and guilt arose in Yang Ling's heart. Su San was hugged by him, but she was filled with joy and shyness. She closed her eyes and looked forward to the happy and sweet moment, but after a while, she could not see her husband's movements and couldn't help but open her eyes in surprise.

Seeing that the man who will serve his life in the future was not very moved, Yu Tangchun couldn't help but feel a little compromise and unwilling to accept it: Can't my appearance satisfy my husband?

She bit her lip and looked at Yang Ling with resentment. She took two steps back, reached out and pulled out the jade hairpin behind her head. Her hair suddenly poured down, making her beautiful face even more charming, and Yang Ling suddenly came back to her senses.
Chapter completed!