Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Youyi, you don't know that your husband showed off his power at the Mo family gathering."

Shen Wuming got tired of reading and pushed out the door, only to find Cao Zhuyu and Chu Youyi sitting in the garden talking and laughing.

It seemed that they were discussing the Mohist gathering.

"Madam, Master Cao? Why are you here?" When Shen Wuming saw Cao Juyu, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

Mainly because this woman is too enthusiastic.

"Zuyu came here specifically to find you." Chu Youyi said with a smile.

Thanks to Cao Zhuyu's frequent visits to Shoutinghou Mansion some time ago, Chu Youyi was already very familiar with her.

"What's the matter?" Shen Wuming pulled up a stool and sat down, stretching out.

Chu Youyi came over very obediently and gently pressed his shoulders and neck, virtuous and decent.

Cao Juyu's eyes paused on her, and then he sighed in his heart. No wonder Shen Wuming was so polite to her.

With such a stunning and well-behaved wife, what man would have other thoughts?

"I'm here to run an errand for Mr. Pei..."

Cao Zhuyu's visit this time was actually Pei Mao's wish, and he sent a lot of gifts.

"Master Pei and I just negotiated a deal. He gave me the golden ticket and I helped him with his ideas."

"It's better to take these gifts back." Shen Wuming put down the gift list in his hand and shook his head.

Although he is short of money, business is business. He has already collected money. Now he is collecting money as a favor.

Cao Zhuyu smiled charmingly, "That's what I said, but Mr. Shen's move has millions of people alive, how can it be compared to a golden ticket?"

"This is not only the intention of Mr. Pei, but also the intention of the officials and gentry on both sides of the Yongding River."

Speaking of this, Cao Zhuyu lowered her voice again, "This is why everyone wants to have a good relationship with Shoutinghou Mansion."

"If we reject this gift thousands of miles away, it will inevitably make it difficult for Shoutinghou Mansion to do business near Zhongshan."

"This..." Shen Wuming frowned slightly. Although he knew a lot of technology, he was still not as good-natured as these.

At this time, Cao Juyu pointed it out. After thinking about it, it seemed to make sense, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"If that's the case, then accept it."

If it was just a favor with Pei Mao, he would definitely not want it, but it was related to Shoutinghou Mansion...

There’s nothing to say.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law treat me as my own, and my wife is on the same page as me, so it’s not easy to embarrass them.

Cao Zhuyu talked to Chu Youyi for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

Song Nanzhu happened to come out of nowhere, looked at the gift boxes in the courtyard, and opened them without politeness.

The titanium alloy dog's eyes were immediately blinded.

"This is Hetian mutton-fat jade from the northwest. It is moist and has an even color under the sun..."

"There is also this Buddha's Seal Tridacna. The Tiansheng Chamber of Commerce auctioned one last time, and the transaction price was as high as three thousand taels..."

"Why do I feel like this one is the one? It is said to have the effect of detoxifying..."

Shen Wuming felt a little happy when he saw Song Nanzhu's uninformed look.

He waved his hand generously.

"If you like it, I'll give you this clam. It's a worthless gadget anyway."

Although Song Nanzhu has a bad temper, he even beat himself up yesterday.

But because she found him a meal ticket, Shen Wuming decided not to argue with him.

What's more, if it hadn't been for Song Nanzhu that night, he might not have been able to escape safely in the end.

I still owe someone a favor.

"Isn't this good? Who gave it to you?" Song Nanzhu was a little moved.

"Cao Juyu, you know him!"

"Tch, who cares about it?" Song Nanzhu was playing with the clams lovingly.

After hearing this, he threw the clam on the table aside and curled his lips in pretended disdain.

Others can forget it, but Cao Juyu...Song Nanzhu doesn't like her very much.

For no other reason than because Cao Juyu's bullet-like figure made her poorer.

"Hey, is this the Buddha's Seal Tridacna from the last Tiansheng auction? It's so beautiful."

"It's true. I saw it last time, and it seemed to be this one."

At this moment, a startling sound came from the side, followed by a gust of fragrant wind.

Several Yingying Yanyan flocked into the courtyard, no matter their clothes or faces, they were all top choices.

In particular, he has an aura of nobility about him, and you can tell at a glance that he comes from an extraordinary background.

"Hello, brother-in-law!"

A group of women came forward and said hello to Shen Wuming, laughing and smiling, and Shen Wuming also smiled and returned the greeting.

These are all Chu Youyi's friends. They come over to play occasionally, and Shen Wuming knows them.

"Does this clam belong to my brother-in-law? Can I touch it?" A woman said boldly in her voice.

"I've never seen it before. It came up at the last auction, and I originally wanted to compete for it."

"It's a pity that the final price prohibits me...Brother-in-law, can you let me feast my eyes on it?"

"Here you go." Shen Wuming handed the clam to her, which immediately caused the girls to exclaim and cheer around him.

"Brother-in-law is so generous."

"Brother-in-law, let me play too."

Seeing this scene, Song Nanzhu's face suddenly dropped. Who is he? Specifically here to cause trouble?

"Sister Song, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to take a rest first?" a woman asked.

Song Nanzhu snorted coldly, "It's none of your business."

These women were not specifically trying to undermine her. In fact, they were looking for Chu Youyi to hold a poetry meeting.

Chu Youyi looks weak, but she is talented.

In addition to being one of the four beauties in Zhongshan, she is also the most talented woman in Zhongshan.

His Confucian cultivation was extremely profound and he knew a lot of things. Shen Wuming still had to ask him for advice.

According to Shen Wuming's estimation.

He is now a Confucian cultivator in the fifth level. Chu Youyi knows so much, I am afraid he is not all in the seventh or eighth level.

And things like these invitations from women happen every now and then.

Shen Wuming was naturally happy to see the success. Anyway, he had to prepare for the imperial examination most of the time and couldn't spend time with his wife.

But at night.

Chu Youyi would still show up on time and bring him supper and soup.

Occasionally, there are delicacies made by Shen Wuming... Chu Youyi can also make them now.

"Try the jujube cake I made. You said it was too sour before, so I added a little sugar to neutralize it."

Chu Youyi washed her hands, then picked up a piece of jujube cake and fed it to Shen Wuming's mouth.

Shen Wuming opened his mouth to swallow it, and also licked her fingers. Chu Youyi's face suddenly turned red.

"You're teasing me again." Chu Youyi pouted, and the color on her face melted away, becoming more beautiful.

"Then you can come back." Shen Wuming pointed at his face, "If you come back, I won't be teasing you."

"You..." Chu Youyi was so angry that she hugged his neck and bit his mouth without giving up.

After a long time, Shen Wuming almost suffocated, and Chu Youyi finally separated, "I'm back, and now we don't owe each other anything."

The two laughed and laughed for a while, and Chu Youyi talked about today's poetry meeting.

Shen Wuming was eating and listening to his wife talking about what happened during the day, and suddenly felt that life like this was quite good.

Chu Youyi spoke for a while, then took out a piece of paper from her sleeve.

"Isn't today the beginning of autumn? Let's write a poem with the theme of autumn. I wrote this. You can help me revise it."

During this period of time when we were talking about poetry and poetry, Chu Youyi also knew that Shen Wuming had done a lot of research.

Although no poems have been circulated outside, just the lines that Shen Wuming said from time to time are extremely classic.

Chu Youyi has always believed that if she drags her husband to the poetry festival, it will definitely overshadow everyone else's glory.

Shen Wuming put down his chopsticks, then picked up the poem she wrote and read it, feeling quite emotional.

"My wife is worthy of being the most talented woman in Zhongshan. Every word is exquisite and can be called a beautiful article."

"Especially the last word 'resentment' is a stroke of genius that makes people remember it."

Shen Wuming wasn't just bragging, but Chu Youyi's poems were indeed very good, and he didn't even know how to change them.

After all, his level is only a high school graduate, and the famous poems he writes in both open and closed words are all based on others' wisdom.

If you ask him to change the article, your head will hurt.

But after he declined, Chu Youyi was not very happy, "Your poem is there, why can't you change it?"

"You just don't want to help me change it."

Chu Youyi was unhappy.

"Then let me give it a try." Shen Wuming bashed it, but he had no choice but to help his wife, so he could only help her change it.

After a while, Chu Youyi looked at the revised poem, and her whole face darkened.