Chen Ge had no interest in this. His ideal was very simple, which was to be a note writer, following behind the big guys and recording their every word and action in a small notebook. Just thinking about it made him feel comfortable.
In addition, Chen Ge was well aware of the fierce factional struggles in the court in the next few decades. As a young researcher, he was not familiar with the ways of the world and knew how to fight political struggles. If he rashly got involved, he would be seeking death.
Chen Ge knew that he couldn't speak his mind aloud, or his father and grandfather would be furious. He would just let things take their course and be content with being a minor official in the capital.
"Okay, okay, let's go!" Chen Ge stood up from his seat and changed into shoes and coat with the help of Chen Huaer.
Chen Ge's hand gently twisted Chen Hua'er's fragrant buttocks, which had just begun to take shape. Chen Hua'er trembled, her pretty face flushed, and she said coquettishly, "Master, there are people here!"
Chen Pingping: Should I change my name to Chen Duoyu?
Chen Ge was also stunned. He stared blankly at his right hand and sighed inwardly: "Habit becomes second nature. The body moves faster than the brain. He won't take the blame for the previous one..."
With Chen Huaer's help, Chen Ge rinsed his mouth and then went to the dining hall for lunch.
"What day is it today? Why is it so rich?" Chen Ge looked at the table full of delicious food, quite surprised. In his memory, although the Chen family was wealthy, they always upheld the virtue of frugality, usually having two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, four dishes and one soup.
"The young master was injured a few days ago and could only eat light porridge. Now that he's starting to get better, it's natural that he needs to improve his nutrition." Chen Huaer pulled out a chair and introduced the meal while serving it: "Four cold dishes, eight hot dishes, three dim sum, and a bowl of noodles."
Chen Ge was quite flattered. It's not like he hadn't eaten so many dishes in his previous life, but that was always with a large group of people. This was the first time he had ever had sixteen dishes prepared for just him. It was too extravagant.
"I can't finish all these dishes by myself. Hua'er, Chen Pingping, you two should sit down and eat too."
"Master, this is against the rules. Master and servant cannot eat at the same table." Chen Huaer and Chen Pingping refused in unison.
Seeing that neither of them sat down at the table, Chen Ge slammed his chopsticks on the table and frowned, "In the Chen family, my words are the rules. Hurry and take a seat. I can't enjoy my meal without someone to accompany me!"
"Thank you, Master!"
"Don't be so long-winded. I have never treated you as my servants."
Chen Ge's words were not very gentlemanly, but they sounded particularly pleasant to the ears of the two.
After having a full meal and a few drinks, Chen Ge burped with satisfaction. The food at the Chen family was quite good, with good color, aroma and taste. He accidentally ate too much.
Chen Ge stood up and said, "Chen Pingping."
"What do you want, Master?"
Chen Ge said with a smile: "Come on, let's go for a walk with the young master."
"Alright!" Chen Pingping quickly fetched a Fragrant Concubine bamboo fan and a showy sachet, and said, as if to take credit for it, "Young Master loves to wear this when he goes out..."
Chen Ge's face was filled with anguish. Did the original owner of this body have such a bad taste? He had no memory of such a scene. He smiled and skillfully let Chen Huaer tie the sachet around her waist.
Playing with the Xiang Fei fan in his hand, opening and closing it, he found a poem on the fan. Chen Ge looked closely and saw the words written on the fan:
There is a thousand-foot tower on Feilai Mountain. I heard that the sun rises when the cock crows.
I am not afraid of the clouds blocking my view, because I am on the highest level.
Chen Ge regarded Wang Anshi as his idol, so it was completely reasonable for him to write Wang Anshi's poems on the fan.
This poem "Climbing Feilai Peak" by Wang Anshi was written in the summer of the second year of Huangyou. Wang Anshi's term as magistrate of Yin County, Zhejiang Province had expired. On his way back to his hometown of Linchuan, Jiangxi Province, he passed through Hangzhou. He climbed Feilai Peak and wrote this poem.
At this time, Wang Anshi was in his prime and had great ambitions. He used climbing Feilai Peak to express his courageous and fearless enterprising spirit.
The artistic conception of this poem is excellent!
He cheered himself up and followed Chen Pingping out of the dining hall. As they walked out, Chen Ge finally got a real look at the entire Chen Mansion.
This mansion covers a vast area, at least fifty acres, with rows of roofs stretching out one after another. It has three entrances and three exits, and the main hall, front hall, backyard, side rooms, and woodshed have dozens of rooms...
Chen Ge was very satisfied. He had two of the three things he wanted: a beautiful wife, beautiful maids, and a large house. He subconsciously waved his Xiang Fei bamboo fan. The only drawback was that this mansion was... a bit old, at least a hundred years old, and looked very mottled.
He couldn't help but say, "This mansion needs some repairs."
"Repair...repair the house?" Chen Pingping asked in surprise.
"It needs to be renovated. Look at this dilapidated wall, the broken rockery, the mottled columns, and the lush grass in the yard. It's so gloomy and gloomy. I'm afraid if you live here for too long, you'll become mentally distorted..."
"Master, are you saying that the mansion is filled with negative energy? I understand, but... renovating the house is very expensive."
Chen Ge raised his eyebrows. "The Chen family has opened medical clinics in Liao and Xixia. They are the leaders in the medical field. How can our Chen family be short of money?"
"lack!"
Chen Pingping's decisive answer left Chen Ge a little confused.
"Young Master doesn't usually take care of household affairs. Our Chen family's medicinal materials business is indeed very big, but that is a cooperation with the Medical Bureau. The court gets 60% and our Chen family gets 40%."
"In addition, the imperial court has some secret agents and spies in Western Xia and Liao. Their expenses are all paid to our Chen family. The agreement is to settle them annually. In the early years, it was smooth sailing, but in recent years, the national treasury has been tight, and we haven't settled accounts in four years... Our Chen family's actual net profit per year is only about 20,000 strings of cash."
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