Sometimes Yuan Wense doesn't understand the mentality of those capable women.

Just because they are capable, they like to shoulder the responsibility regardless of whether it is theirs, and then work hard or even risk their lives, even if they know that they may get other complaints afterwards.

Picture what?

There are also those people who will say that they are all forced to do it. They are all members of the family and they don’t do it, so I can only do it.

The original text also doesn't understand this logic.

For the person you love, you are willing to work yourself to death, but for the person you don’t love and who doesn’t love you, what is the point of working yourself to death?

I want others to praise me for my ability. What else can I do?

In short, it is not an easy task to be ordered to provide food, clothing and shelter for hundreds of people in a critical situation, not to mention the problem of insufficient funds.

The money given by the Zhou family was enough to buy these things in the market, but after a few rounds of housekeeping, it was impossible to buy even one-third of the things.

Ling Ruojing worked hard to find a way, and even asked someone to send a message to her, asking the sisters to work together to build a harmonious mansion and strive to create a peaceful and prosperous New Year atmosphere.

Yuan Wense thinks that it is unreasonable for a thick-skinned person like Ling Ruojing to fail.

Many people laugh at top performers, one of which is that top performers are thick-skinned, but in fact, except for those in the technical field, successful people are quite thick-skinned.

But now that she was sick, with a high fever and a bad temper, she would definitely ignore Ling Ruojing. She just scolded him a few times and continued to cuddle up until the thirtieth night.

Marshal Zhou came back on time at noon, accompanied by five hundred guards, four concubines, and dozens of wives.

Dashuai Zhou is not very old, he has not yet reached fifty, but he has obviously lost his fertility. After all, his youngest child is thirteen years old. In these thirteen years, he has never even gotten any woman pregnant again.

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That's why Zhou Yinran was exempted from going to the front line. After all, in Zhou Dashuai's view, Zhou Yinran's role as a fertility machine was greater than that of a young commander.

"The Marshal is back." A group of people saluted.

Marshal Zhou took off his gloves, and the concubines on both sides snatched one as if they were babies. Yuan Wense suddenly wanted to laugh.

She had also seen women fighting for men in the back house in the Qing Dynasty, but the fight was more undercurrent. This was the first time she had seen such an explicit fight for horses and carriages.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Zhou Dashuai played a longing wife to her core. The couple entered the hall and sat down hand in hand.

Several concubines crowded around the two of them to wait on them.

Zhou Yinran reached out and pulled Yuan Wense, and Yuan Wense flipped his wrist and let go easily.

Zhou Yinran glanced sideways, raised his lips, and smiled: "Don't make trouble, let's offer a cup of tea to father."

Yuan Wense followed him to the front, and someone brought tea.

Zhou Yinran was about to kneel down, but Yuan Wense pulled his elbow with one hand, almost knocking Zhou Yinran off his knees. Zhou Yinran had a particularly good temper today, and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Wense said openly and honestly: "You are the young marshal. In this mansion, besides your parents, it's you and me. Why don't you stand aside and wait for us to pay our respects?"

When Zhou Yinran heard this, it made so much sense. He stared at the four concubines with his eyes. Mrs. Zhou Yinran said: "Stand away yet. It's just that the handsome man came to give you face. Not to mention you, he really wants to be
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