The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 489
It’s not that I don’t think of you as men;

I don't think of you as a man.

Yan Sanhe said coldly: "Prepare two rooms."

"Okay, Miss Yan, I will prepare now."

The old manager looked old, but his movements were very nimble. Yan Sanhe looked at his back and suddenly asked:
"At this age, the boss should have worked with Mr. Zhu, right?"

Boss Zhu: "The girl is right. When my grandfather was here, he was the general manager."

In this way, he is a veteran of two dynasties.

"It is said that once the emperor is the emperor, there are always ministers. Why does Mr. Zhu still use him?"

"First of all, the manager is reliable and considerate."

Boss Zhu: "Secondly, my father is nostalgic and can't even bear to change the courtyard where he lived, let alone these old people in the house."

"That's not right!"

Yan Sanhe pointed to the eight servants in the yard, "They all look young, they don't look like the old people they were used to."

Little Mr. Pei was reminded by her and quickly walked out of the study and took a few glances into the yard.

Yes, all eight of them look quite young.

Mr. Zhu is ninety-nine in his forties this year. If he is an old man who is used to it, he should be in his forties.

It's okay to say that the maid is young, and she's probably been let out;

The two personal servants looked quite young!
Like his little Mr. Pei, who is used to using Huangqi, unless something big happens to Huangqi, he usually won't change him.

"Brother Zhu."

Mr. Pei turned around and walked in again: "What's going on?"

At this point, Zhu Yuanmo had to admire Yan Sanhe's meticulousness, "Let me talk about the maid first. What do you think of my appearance?"

"Excellent."

"My appearance is far inferior to that of my father."

Yan Sanhe heard the implication, "So, Mr. Zhu was very popular with women during his lifetime?"

Boss Zhu nodded.

"Even if my father doesn't have that intention, he can't help but want to pounce on some women. It is for this reason that the maids in this courtyard are replaced more diligently."

"Who will change?" Yan Sanhe asked.

Mr. Zhu showed a little embarrassment on his face and softly bit out two words: "My mother."

Yan Sanhe carefully recalled Mao's figure and appearance, and did not think Mao was unattractive.

On the contrary, Mrs. Mao is quite good-looking, and she has an elegance that can only be cultivated with wealth and money.

"My mother is three years older than my father."

Only then did Yan Sanhe understand why the maids in this courtyard were replaced so diligently.

Although Mr. Mao is good-looking and has a good temperament, women age easily, especially those who have given birth to six children. No matter how well they take care of themselves, their vitality will eventually be lost.

Mr. Zhu is better than her in appearance and younger than her. He also has the Heavenly Supervisor and is good at fortune-telling and Feng Shui reading.

Such men are like Tang Monk Meat. Young women all want to take a bite of it. They don't want immortality, but they want their maids to become their masters, so that they will not have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of their lives.

No matter how good the relationship between Mr. Zhu and Mr. Mao was, they slept in two courtyards after all.

At night, when Mr. Zhu returned to his yard, some little vixen got excited and climbed into bed.

"Where's Mr. Zhu? What's his attitude toward the woman who jumped at him?"

"My father..."

Boss Zhu was silent for a long time.

"Miss Yan, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. My father is not Liu Xiahui. I heard from my mother that he had had one or two, but she later sent them away."

It turned out to be the case.

As the head of the house, Mrs. Mao had seen many things like maids crawling into bed, so it didn't matter at all. Anyway, when a man loves a woman, the woman always suffers in the end.

What she asked was whether she was pregnant with a baby after crawling into bed.

If you get pregnant, the child you give birth to will be a concubine and a concubine. In the future, she will compete with the legitimate sons and daughters for the family property.That’s why you have to change it diligently.

"Where's the boy?"

She asked again: "Why do you change so frequently?"

"The servants are not changing frequently. These two have been with my father for more than ten years."

Boss Zhu sighed: "The first two tricks are not right."

"How do you say that?"

"My father has no knowledge of economic matters. He only knows how to study the Zhouyi gossip. One of them took advantage of my father's weakness and secretly stole the charms my father drew and sold them outside."

Boss Zhu: "My mother found out later and was so angry that she beat him thirty times and kicked him out of Zhu's house."

"What about the other one?"

"The other one learned a little bit from my father, secretly doing fortune telling for people and reading Feng Shui for people outside."

Boss Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "My skills are not good, and there is a piece of Feng Shui that I didn't spot correctly. The other party came to him to settle the score. When he saw that the matter was exposed, he ran away without taking the deed."

Yan Sanhe: "Didn't you report it to the official?"

"Miss Yan, if this kind of thing gets too big, it will bring shame to the Zhu family. This man was originally chosen by the old man for my father, and he and I have grown up together since childhood."

Boss Zhu: "Now that something like this has happened, dad feels shameless, so he told mom to forget it and let him go!"

Yan Sanhe: "Then it was the two of them?"

"Yes, these two people were chosen by my mother herself. Although they are not very smart, they are more honest than others and do not have the guts to go astray."

Boss Zhu glanced outside the door and said, "Mom is right about people. They have been with my father for more than ten years and they haven't made any mistakes."

"Does Mr. Zhu listen to his wife in everything?"

There was another slightly embarrassed look on Boss Zhu's face.

"My mother is three years older than my father, and she is the eldest daughter in my mother's family. She has the temperament of a eldest daughter. My father is also a concubine, so..."

Yan Sanhe understood that Mr. Zhu had reached a high level to marry Mao.

Precisely because of their high status, when the two of them got along, Mr. Zhu, who was born as a concubine, was at a disadvantage.

Over time, even if Mr. Zhu took charge of the Qintian Prison, his confidence was still insufficient, so when the couple had sex, Mr. Zhu went to Mao's courtyard.

What's more, Mrs. Mao is very fertile. She has three sons and three daughters, none of whom are as straight as her.

Hearing this, Yan Sanhe suddenly thought of someone - Xie Daozhi's first wife, Mrs. Wu.

The same is true for marrying a man before he has made a fortune;
There are also sons and daughters beside me;

The reason why Wu can't straighten her waist is not that she is stupid, but that she was not born into a good family.

The Wu family married high;
Mao, on the other hand, married low.

"As usual, I will send someone to look at this courtyard; lock the door of the study for me. The maids and servants will go about their own business. I will come back to find them."

Yan Sanhe glanced at Mr. Zhu: "Now, please take me to the main hall."

Boss Zhu looked solemn: "Miss Yan, please!"

In the main hall, Mrs. Mao was waiting very impatiently when she suddenly heard the manager shout: "Madam, Miss Yan is here."

"quick!"

Madam Mao stood up holding on to the handle of the chair and said, "Please come in quickly."

Zhu Weixi patted Mao's arm and said, "I'll go greet her."

"Go, go."

Zhu Weixi walked out of the yard and happened to see his eldest brother and second brother coming in with Yan Sanhe.

The winter sun shone on Yan Sanhe's body, and everything around him faded away, leaving only Yan Sanhe's pale, small face.

Zhu Weixi's feet suddenly felt as heavy as lead.

Can such a little person solve her father's inner demons?

(End of this chapter)