The day after the banquet, Cui Chengxiu came to Wei Zhongxian to pay homage to his backer in a mansion west of the city, and also his godfather Wei Zhongxian.

"Godfather, is it really good for us to do this?"

Choi Chengxiu had a look of distress and reluctance on her face.

"Jiang Ning Hou said that he wanted to give us a batch of rare goods, but you asked the child to refuse. Isn't this a pity?"

Wearing a loose robe and half lying on the bamboo chair, Wei Zhongxian looked relaxed and savored a pot of fragrant tea with half-closed eyes. After hearing Cui Chengxiu's complaint, he placed the teacup on the tea table beside him, shook his head and scolded him with some hatred: "You are just something that is so shallow that you can't stand the yellow and white. The favor of Marquis Jiangning is not comparable to some toys. If you can't even understand this, it's better for you to be the Minister of War."

Hearing Wei Zhongxian's scolding, Cui Chengxiu knelt down and said in panic: "Godfather forgives the crime, the child is dull by nature. In fact, the child is thinking, it's just a document. How much favor can this little thing be worth? If we want to threaten Jiangning Hou with this favor, that's not a joke."

“Gagaha…”

Wei Zhongxian laughed loudly, his voice as hoarse and sharp as an old duck. He pointed at Cui Chengxiu and scolded, "How could our family not understand the truth that even you little monkey understands?

This kind of thing is about moistening things silently and gradually moving forward. Do you really think that giving personal favors can make Yang Feng appreciate it? Don’t think that this guy has a bad reputation in the court, and he always fights and kills others on weekdays, but if you think he is just a rude warrior, then that would be wrong. How arrogant Huang Liji and Gao Panlong were in the court in the past? How can you be here today?"

Cui Chengxiu didn't say anything anymore. Huang Liji, as the prince's grand guru, the Grand Secretary of Jianji Palace and the cabinet master, had such a respectable status. Gao Panlong, as the leader of the Donglin Party and the Censorate, would not to mention that he was a role model for scholars in the world and the leader of the Qingliu.

But after they met Yang Feng, one of them was peeled and the other was dragged to Caishikou and cut into pieces. The miserable ending still warned many Donglin Party members. And Yang Feng's ability to bring these two down can naturally be imagined.

"Okay, you don't have to be afraid!"

Seeing a trace of fear and solemnity flashing in Cui Chengxiu's eyes, Wei Zhongxian smiled faintly: "Although it is rumored that Yang Feng is a man who will be ruthless, in our opinion, he is not the kind of unreasonable person. As long as you don't provoke him, he will not attack you."

So as long as we show goodwill, there will be a lot of rewards in the future. Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the money we have earned in the fleets we went to sea recently, right? Tell me, if we don’t have the care of the Fujian Navy in Fujian, can we make so much money?

So, we should take a long-term perspective in life. When His Majesty was still a master, if our family had not been able to protect his thighs, how could we have today’s glory? Do you think this is the reason?”

"Godfather is wise!" Cui Chengxiu quickly gave a thumbs up, and a look of exclamation appeared on her face.

"Okay!" Wei Zhongxian waved his hand: "You must remember to try to get closer to Yang Feng during this period. He doesn't want to give him the singer and dancer you gave him yesterday. It doesn't matter. I'll send him next time. I'll give him the gift. In short, you must let him see our kindness. In this way, after the Jiangning army occupied Luzon and other Nanyang islands next year, we can also follow him and make a fortune!"

"Boy understand!"

Cui Chengxiu was truly impressed now. No wonder he was able to become nine thousand years old, with only one person above ten thousand people, and he could only be the Minister of War...

A moan like crying ended in the boudoir. Yang Feng stopped his movements, took a towel and wiped the fragrant sweat on his body for the lying motionless girl on the bed and said lovingly: "Look at you, don't force me if you can't do it. Why do you make me so tired? I can't sleep alone."

"don't want……"

Although she was sweating profusely, the stubborn girl still put a pair of white and tender feet on the wall and said stubbornly: "Master, you finally came back. If you still let you sleep alone, if it spreads it, wouldn't it make people laugh to death?"

Yang Feng couldn't help laughing, and gently scratched the Qiong's nose: "Oh... You little girl, you know how to worry about your reputation? Also, what are you trying to do with your legs on the wall?"

"Oh, Master, you are actually making fun of me."

The girl with a shame made her face flushed. She didn't know where she got the strength, so she buried her face in Yang Feng's arms and arched her.

After a long time, she whispered in a voice that only she and Yang Feng could hear: "I... I also want one when I see the lady being pregnant!" After that, she buried her little face deeply in Yang Feng's arms and never dared to lift it up again.

"Do you want a child too?" Yang Feng was stunned. Zheng Tuo Niang was pregnant at the age of 18. Yang Feng felt it was a little too early. The girl in her arms is only sixteen years old, and she actually wanted to have a child. What's this called?

The straight girl didn't hear Yang Feng say for a long time. She slowly raised her head and said timidly: "I know that my identity is humble, and I didn't dare to hope that I could give birth to a man and a half woman for the master, but I... I really want a child.

Really, I don’t ask the master to give him (her) a title, nor dare to ask for a separation of property with the prince in our mansion. I just hope that someone will accompany me when I get old. Can you agree?"

Looking at the look of careful, expectant and worried expressions mixed on the face of the stun girl, Yang Feng only felt a soft part of her heart being stabbed hard.

She is only sixteen years old. In today's society, such a girl should have just entered high school class and enjoyed carefree time, but in this time and space, she has begun to consider the problems after she gets older.

This kind of thing sounds cruel, but it is a very common thing in this era.

This is especially true among the nobles. There is only one heir to the family, but the head of the family cannot have only one son. Then the question arises. What should the rest of the remaining sons do when the scholar inherits the title in the future?

What, splitting the property equally like in modern society? Haha... you are thinking too much. In this era, except for the people who inherit the title after the separation, the remaining people can at best get some small amount of property, and then leave the mansion and make a living.

If it is better to be a legitimate son, at least you can get some wealth and property and shops. It is hard to say the fate of a dowry maid like a straight girl. When you meet a kind-hearted head of a family, you may be able to share some money and send you out of the house. If you meet a cruel person, you will be allowed to leave the house in vain. This is the norm for most people in this era.

He gently hugged Shin Niang in his arms and kissed her cherry lips heavily. After kissing Shin Niang's face turned red and his soul flew out of the sky, Yang Feng said viciously in her ear: "What are you talking nonsense? I can't care what others are doing.

But our Jiangning Hou Mansion is different from the other side. Whether it is your children, Tuo Niang's children or Hai Lanzhu's children, they are all my Yang Feng's children. Master, I treat them equally. Although Master, I cannot let everyone inherit the Hou Mansion's industry, at least the master will teach them all to become talents. When adults become adults, everyone will also share a family business. I dare not say that they are rich in the world, but at least they can live a life without worries, so you don't have to worry at all, and don't continue to think randomly, do you know?"

"master……"

Wife's eyes suddenly turned red, and crystal tears flowed out suddenly. She hugged Yang Feng's tiger waist tightly and was unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Okay, stop crying!" Yang Feng gently hugged her soft slender waist and said relaxedly: "It's just that you are still young, and it's too early to have children now. It's not good for you or children. It's better to have them in two years."

"Where are they small!"

Although the stitch is obedient to Yang Feng on weekdays, once this issue is involved, she still argues: "They are already sixteen, so why are they young? Besides, the lady wants you to put Cai'er and Yue'er in the room these two days. They are two years younger than the slave."

Yang Feng: “…………”

Well, Yang Feng has to admit that even though he has been in this time and space for so long, his thinking with people in this time and space cannot be on the same parallel line.

Yang Feng lived in his mansion again with a comfortable life of having sex in his house. During these days, in addition to satisfying the wish of the little girl, Shin Niang, he also had to go to the palace from time to time to popularize some overseas knowledge for Zhu Youjiao and discuss issues around Nanyang.

For example, the situation of the Dutch people entrenched in the city of Jelanzha, as well as the geographical environment of Luzon, local natives, etc. During this period, he also informed Zhu Youxiao that he had entrusted Cui Chengxiu to transfer a force from Liaodong to Fujian and go to the Nanyang Islands with the Jiangning army.

Zhu Youxiao nodded in agreement and said to Yang Feng: "I already know this. I will do it with confidence and boldness. I can give you a promise here. If you can expand your territory for the Ming Dynasty, I will not be stingy and rewarded, so that your descendants and your descendants will be in the same ties as the country!"

Being a relative with the country means that as long as the Ming Dynasty does not perish in one day, your glory and wealth will be passed down in one day. This is also the greatest promise of the ancient monarch to his ministers.

"I thank you for your kindness!"

Yang Feng bowed heavily to Zhu Youxiao.
Chapter completed!