Zhao Qingbei rubbed her eyes.
"Wife, pinch me. Ouch! Are you trying to murder your husband? You're pinching too hard."
Yuan Ruoshui chuckled.
"Didn't you tell me to pinch him? I have to comply with your request. How about that, now you know it's not a dream, right?"
Zhao Qingyi nodded.
"I understand now. I finally know why so many people call their daughters 'money-losing goods'."
Your father-in-law gave you so much dowry, did he empty his family's coffers?
I really feel sorry for my brother-in-law.
As compensation to my brother-in-law, I've decided to bring him to live with us.
During the day, my brother-in-law studies at the Imperial Academy, and in the evenings, I, as his brother-in-law, can give him extra guidance in his studies.
Yuan Ruoshui touched Zhao Qingbei's forehead.
"He doesn't have a fever, so why is he talking nonsense?"
Are you sure you have time to tutor your younger brother?
Zhao Qingbi nodded firmly.
"Of course there are. Not long ago, wasn't that when the new emperor ascended the throne?"
This is the most grand ceremony in the country, so it's normal for us officials in the Ministry of Rites to be busy.
After that, things really weren't so busy anymore. As for what activities to hold during festivals and how to organize them, the Ministry of Rites already had a complete set of procedures.
What do you think of my idea?
Yuan Ruoshui nodded.
"Hmm, not a bad idea. But why do I get the feeling that you're bowing down to money? Aren't you afraid people will call you greedy?"
Zhao Qingyi nodded, "There's nothing shameful about bowing down to money. Who doesn't bend over backwards for a few bucks?"
Without money, what will we eat and drink? Even those powerful and wealthy families will starve to death if they don't eat.
Where did the food come from? Was it bought? And with what? Money.
Where does money come from? It's earned. How is it earned? Through business.
Few people who live off their salary are truly wealthy; they're all just scheming and making a living.
They just don't want to admit it.
Furthermore, not everyone who bows to money has the opportunity to obtain it. Otherwise, where would all those beggars on the streets come from?
Thank you, my wife, for bringing such a large dowry. I don't have to work myself to the bone to earn money.
"Honey, let's talk about something. Let's not have a daughter next time we have a baby; it's too expensive."
Yuan Ruoshui was speechless at Zhao Qingbei's bizarre thought process; she really wanted to hit a man right now.
"You miser, what if you have a daughter? Are you going to put her back in and remake her?"
As she spoke, Yuan Ruoshui put her hands on her hips.
She looks like a feisty girl.
Zhao Qingbi didn't dare to provoke the tiger at this moment, and quickly fawned over him.
"That's definitely not possible. If my wife gives birth to a daughter, I will certainly strive to climb the ranks."
For my sake as the father-in-law, my daughter shouldn't be bullied by her son-in-law.
"I will hone my painting skills in the future, hoping to sell more paintings and earn more money so I can save up for my daughter's dowry."
Seeing that Zhao Qingyi was so sensible, Yuan Ruoshui said nothing more.
After being married for some time, Yuan Ruoshui had figured out Zhao Qingbei's personality thoroughly and made a conclusion: Zhao Qingbei was just an immature child.
In summarizing her husband in this way, Yuan Ruoshui forgot that she was even younger than Zhao Qingbei.
She is a child through and through.
After inspecting his wife's storeroom, Zhao Qingbei did not lie down.
With a wife who's so wealthy, a man should still have some pride.
Even if he can't earn more wealth than his wife, he shouldn't earn less than she does.
Otherwise, he would feel embarrassed in front of his children in the future.
This seemingly carefree young man has really started working hard again.
Painting is no longer as casual as it used to be, where one or two paintings are drawn on a whim and then sold.
Instead, they carefully observe things and ponder their ideas.
Previously, Zhao Qingyi would sell at least one painting a month. After several months of reflection, he finally released a new painting.
However, this painting was sold for a staggering 1,500 taels of silver.
Perhaps this is the power of settling down.
After that, Zhao Qingbei decided that he would no longer sell his paintings casually, and would only produce one painting a year.
As for drawing sketchbooks, I will continue writing them.
Love stories still need to be written; these are the most profitable stories.
However, Zhao Qingbei would never write a story about a poor scholar and a pampered young lady; that's nonsense.
He specifically wrote about a pampered young lady who was unaware of the dangers of the world, was cheated out of her money and her virtue, and in the end, she took up the weapon of law and sent the villains to the guillotine.
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