Chapter 158 Xiao Jiang Cheng

In the main room of Jiang's mansion, Wen frowned and looked at a small pile of account books in front of him. She didn't look very carefully. Most of the time, she read through it and learned about the industrial situation. However, even so, after reading all the small seven or eight account books, it took her nearly a morning.

After reading the account book, Wen sighed deeply and frowned deeper. Because in any case, she didn't expect that Jiang's industry would be so small. She thought that she was clear about Jiang Yong's character. Since he promised her to manage all the industries in Jiang Mansion, she should not secretly leave private property.

Even if Jiang Yong still has private property in his hand, Wen also believes that he must have other uses.

In the past few years of marrying Jiang Yong, except that he made things difficult for her at the beginning. But since she became pregnant with Cheng'er, he has been gentle with her. Even during her pregnancy, he never proposed to take a concubine. Wen knew that there were few large families in the capital who were considerate and gentle husbands like Jiang Yong.

Even Wen's beloved father has a concubine son. But when she first tested whether to prepare a maid for him, she made it clear that he would not take a concubine in her life, so it would be good for her to take her husband and children at ease.

So, Wen has been happy in recent years. She married because she had a good impression of Jiang Yong, and although Jiang Yong was older than her, the so-called mature man was more masculine. Therefore, several years of married life have made her completely fall in love with him.

Although there is Jiang Ting born to Li in the middle, she always feels a little choked every time she thinks of it. But in general, she is really satisfied with her marriage. Even she can imagine how happy their family will be when their son and daughter grow up more than ten years later.

However, in many cases, happiness is based on money and capital. Originally, Wen thought that even if Jiang's mansion was not as good as other princes' mansions, the thin camels were bigger than horses, and there should be enough industries in the house to support such a large family business.

However, after reading these books, Wen was shocked. It turned out that Jiang's family was not as rich as she thought. To put it unpleasantly, most of their spending in recent years still comes from the large amount of money returned to Jiang's house by the imperial court. As for other industries, because Jiang Yong has been busy with things in the court, even if he is not well managed, it is really not good.

However, Jiang Yong's own salary is mostly distributed with rice, grain, cloth and silk, etc., but there is not much money. Although he can get two salaries a year, those are only enough to dress and eat every year in the whole house. As for the big and small things encountered in the house, human exchanges, as well as the monthly silver of the servants, the silver rewards, extra clothes and other expenses distributed during the Spring Festival, it is not enough to use the total profit of all industries, and it is necessary to continue to use the silver in the house...

To put it bluntly, Jiang's house is now sitting and eating. If it continues like this, Wen will probably calculate it, and it is estimated that Jiang's house will really be empty in another ten years. Her heart was suddenly heartbroken, and then she gave birth to an endless fighting spirit. In any case, she can't leave her son an empty Jiang mansion!

Thinking of his son, Wen suddenly woke up. After collecting the account book, she went out of the bedroom and asked the little girl waiting outside, "What time is it now? Is the young master back?"

The little girl replied respectfully, "Madam, it's still half an hour before noon. After the young master was taken to Fang Tingxuan by the wet nurse, he hasn't come back yet.

Wen's face darkened: "Why haven't you come back yet?"

"I don't know."

Wen went to the door and looked out. She became more irritable and shook her hand and said, "I'll go to Fang Tingxuan to pick her up. Take a parasol. It's sunny outside. Don't bask in Cheng'er later.

When Wen came to Fang Tingxuan with the two maids, she couldn't see Jiang Ting, let alone little Jiang Cheng. The person who came out to greet her was Zhihua. She saluted Wen very respectfully and then said, "Madam, are you here to pick up the young master? The girl is now helping the young master take a medicinal bath, saying that if you come, she will ask the maidservant to take you to the hall to wait for a while. It's almost noon now. Please wait a moment and she will be over.

Wen didn't have the intention to wait. She waved her hand directly and said, "Where are you girls going to help Cheng'er's medicine bath?" I'll go and have a look."

Zhihua looked at Wen with an embarrassed face and said, "In my wife's words, the girl and the young master are in the clean room that came out of the back. But the girl said before that she was not allowed to disturb her during the medical bath.

Wen's face turned black, and he stared at Zhihua and asked coldly, "Am I someone else?"

"This, madam, please don't be a slave. The girl has already said something, and I really don't dare to let you go. You can wait in the hall for a while, and there will be another incense...Madam, madam..." In the middle of Zhihua's words, Wen has waved her aside, and he rushed back with people.

She doesn't understand. What kind of medicinal bath is not allowed to be seen?

Wen's gloomy face made Fang Tingxuan's girls stand aside and salute with their eyebrows down and dare not say a word. The lady in front of her can send the girl here, but she is a powerful master. The girl's two close mistresses have also warned them again and again that the lady is the hostess of the house, and she must be respectful, respectful and respectful when she sees her.

Although the respectful attitude of the subordinates made Wen's vanity inflate. But everyone's fearful eyes made her feel quite boring. Is she that scary? Why do these Fang Tingxuan's servants look at her like a devil?

These are all the details. After a little in her mind, she lost it again. Wen's most anxious now is to see what his son has become by that dead girl!

As soon as he circled back, Wen faintly heard the child's crying. Her heart skipped, and she ran in the direction of the source of the cry with her skirt. Nothing dignified or elegant is as important as her son at this moment!

When she finally followed the curved path and walked into a small piece of Meilin and saw a small stone house in the forest, the crying in her ears became clearer. Wen's whole heart was caught by the miserable crying. Regardless of the girls who followed, she rushed over at a faster speed!

"Wow... don't... wow... sister, don't... woo wow..." The closer you are to the cabin, the clearer the cry will be. The crying is constantly mixed with words such as "don't" and "sister", which sounds like little Jiang Cheng is experiencing painful abuse.

"Cheng'er, don't be afraid, my mother is coming..." Wen's heart was so sad that it was about to break, and tears flowed down.

Finally, she ran to the door of the cabin. When she pushed it with her hand, she found that the door was locked from inside and could not be pushed open at all!

At this time, Wen heard other voices mixed with crying, "pa, bang, bang..."; in addition, there was the voice of Jiang Ting's dead girl: "Okay, it will be ready soon! Good Chenger, you are a man. What is this pain? You are the hope of our Jiang family. How embarrassing it is to cry like this, right? Don't cry anymore!"

"Wow...don't..."

"Call me sister."

"Papa..."

"Sister, don't hit..."

"Well, Cheng'er is good. Don't cry, it will be ready soon. Just take another hundred shots..."

"Papa..."

Wen was heartbroken when she heard this, and her tears flowed turbulently. She smashed the door hard and shouted inside, "Shut, Jiang Ting, stop it! Don't touch my son, don't hit my son! Stop and let me in! Stop, do you hear me? Dead girl, stop it..."

Jiang Ting, who was sweating heavily and had to help the bare buttocks pat the acupuncture points around his body to help him absorb medicine, and at the same time, Jiang Ting, who was distracted to comfort the sadly crying child, was so shocked by Wen's crying outside that she almost took the wrong place.

In fact, she slapped Xiao Jiang Cheng's acupuncture points, which had the effect of relieving pain for him. Therefore, when she patted the wrong place, Xiao Jiang Cheng immediately cried even more, because just now it didn't help him relieve his pain, but also hurt him.

Little Jiang Cheng's crying made Jiang Ting recover her mind. She hurriedly started her work and seriously, shouting to Wen, who was playing a big play to save her son, "Madam, don't worry. It will be all right away. There are still dozens of times..."

Do you have to play dozens more times? Wen was about to faint. She smashed the door and cried, "Jiang Ting, dead girl, stop! Do you hear me? Stop, don't hit my son!"

Jiang Ting rolled her eyes outside the door and muttered, "Do you think I'm willing to hit your son?" Why are you crying? If you have the ability to cry to your husband..."

"Dead girl, open the door..."

Jiang Ting ignored it and continued to "bang".

Maybe he heard his mother's voice, and Xiao Jiang Cheng cried more vigorously, "Woo", and shouted "Mother" from time to time. On Junxiu's little face, tears rolled down, which looked cute.

Jiang Ting kissed his little face heartlessly and said, "Don't call your mother. After shouting for washing, my sister won't take you to fly!"

Although little Jiang Cheng cried heartbrokenly, he actually knew it in his heart. After all, the only goal that supports him until now is to let her fly with herself after being photographed by her sister. So he bit his lip and looked at Jiang Ting and stopped calling her mother. Then, he howled in his voice: "Sister, you want gray... Wow..."