Chapter 74 Travel
Shen Huaichen's first suggestion to Aqige was very effective.
After the incredibly ugly so-called strange stone was sent to the capital of the Northern Hu, the Northern Hu emperor, Mulla Khan, was overjoyed upon seeing it.
He loves these miracles.
What's more, it was sent by his own sworn brother.
What does this tell us?
This shows that his sworn brother has truly submitted to him. Regardless of what he thinks in his heart, at least in the eyes of others, this is a sign that he has bowed down to him.
So, with a wave of his hand, Murakhan sent a large sum of rewards to Sakhalin.
Although it was still a large amount of gold and silver jewelry, Achig finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the elderly will have an easier time in the capital.
"What a pity! They're all jewels!" Achig sighed as he looked at the two full boxes of jewels.
Shen Huaichen, however, did not think so.
What's wrong with gold and silver jewelry?
He just loves gold and silver jewelry; those are hard currency, you know?
Furthermore, if Shangguan Jin in Da Yu received these gold and silver jewels, she would probably be so happy that she would roll around on them twice.
"Is Your Highness regretting that it's not a warhorse?" Shen Huaichen asked with a smile.
Achig didn't speak, but the expression on his face spoke volumes.
Shen Huaichen walked up to the box containing gold and silver jewelry and reached in to grab a handful.
Large pearls, thumb-sized gemstones, solid pieces of gold...
"Your Highness, the Emperor has already bestowed it; that is an immense favor."
"These things may not necessarily win people's hearts, but they can certainly get some people to speak well of you," Shen Huaichen said with a smile.
Achig still didn't quite understand.
"What you mean, sir, is..."
“Send this to some people in the capital; they will speak well of the prince when the time is right.”
This way, the elderly will have an easier time living in the capital.
"Even if someone slanders someone to the Emperor, there will be someone to deal with it," Shen Huaichen said.
Achig suddenly realized.
Yes, now that he's far from the capital, some people who covet his position will definitely try to take advantage of him...
"Thank you for the reminder, sir."
It was only then that Achig realized that this Mr. Du was truly knowledgeable.
Are all the descendants of the Central Plains people this smart? No wonder the Northern Barbarians have been attacking the Central Plains for so many years but have never been able to conquer it!
Their minds are all twisted and complicated. The Northern Hu are all like brutes; it's no wonder they can't be taken down!
"Sir, you have helped me! I will repay you handsomely in the future." Aqige bowed solemnly to Shen Huaichen.
Shen Huaichen quickly put on an expression of loyalty and righteous indignation.
"Your Highness trusts me, and I, Du, will do my utmost to help Your Highness achieve your great cause as soon as possible."
"On the day Your Highness points your sword at the Central Plains, please be sure to take me, Du, with you."
Achig quickly agreed.
From then on, Shen Huaichen became Mr. Du, a guest of honor of Aqige.
Of course, Achig also sent people to Sahara to investigate some information about Shen Huaichen.
"He was a descendant of people from the Central Plains. He went to the Central Plains, but his wife was swept away by a flood."
"What a pity, he used to have such a beautiful face, but it was ruined by a fire."
"Alas, what a tragic fate! The people of the Central Plains ruined everything for him!"
......
These were, of course, things Shen Huaichen said himself while chatting with someone.
After it was said so many times, everyone started to believe it was true.
They all spoke with great authority, and some even said that the person who carried Shen Huaichen out of the fire was a relative of their good brother.
"Oh dear, if it weren't for my quick-witted brother/relative, Mr. Du would be gone."
Aqige believed Shen Huaichen even more after hearing these words.
In his eyes, this Mr. Du was just a pitiful person who betrayed his own bloodline for revenge...
And so, Shen Huaichen's life in Sahara City became better and better.
Not only were all sorts of jewels delivered to his earthen house, but people also sent him beautiful women...
Shen Huaichen immediately turned cold towards the person who brought the beautiful woman.
They regarded gold and silver jewelry as dirt.
Later, Achig realized that he couldn't send beautiful women to this Mr. Du.
If Mr. Du becomes obsessed with beautiful women and stops missing his deceased wife, how can he possibly have the mind to devise strategies for himself?
Therefore, Aqige gave a good scolding to all those who sent beautiful women to Shen Huaichen.
However, he also believed that Mr. Du was a descendant of the Central Plains people, and his perspective was definitely different from that of the Northern Hu people.
Isn't it said that people from the Central Plains prefer delicate women?
The gifts you all sent were all big and burly, with faces even darker than his. How could he possibly like them?
Thus, Shen Huaichen's greatest pleasure each day was secretly counting the jewelry that people had given him.
He earned all of this.
When I see Shangguan Jin again, I'll pile all these jewels in front of her and see if she still has the nerve to deny that she's the head of the family.
Shen Huaichen was so busy collecting jewelry in Beihu that his hands were sore, while Shangguan Jin was so busy in the capital that her legs were weak.
It took Shangguan Jin several days to realize that traveling was such a complicated process for wealthy families in ancient times.
In later generations, if you want to go somewhere, you can simply pack your luggage, fill up the car with gas, prepare some money and food, and go.
But what about now?
Haha, the day of the trip was just set, and the housekeeper took people to Bao'en Temple.
You need to arrange a meditation room for rest with the abbot and others at the temple.
Also, which halls are open and which are closed on that day.
Also, the daily necessities for these ladies traveling should be prepared.
Not only food and drink, but even chamber pots had to be prepared.
As for the things used, of course, the Duke's own are the best.
As the housekeeper and Dongmai reported on the preparations for the trip day by day, Shangguan Jin felt a little regretful.
Why would you want to travel if you have nothing to do? You even told everyone in the mansion to be notified that anyone who wants to go can go.
Isn't this just asking for trouble?
At this moment, she finally understood why, in the book "The Story of the Stone" written in later generations, when Grandmother Jia was going to the temple, both mansions mobilized in such a grand manner.
For the Duke's mansion to send out incense once is a big deal, isn't it?
Shangguan Jin also wants to keep a low profile!
But Steward Shen told Dongmai that it was the first day of the lunar month, and besides the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, other families also went to burn incense.
If the scale of the event is too small, it will easily draw criticism from others.
Losing face for the Duke of Dingguo's mansion is a minor matter.
Everyone knows that the Duke of Dingguo's mansion is currently enjoying the Emperor's favor, and it would be bad if they disgraced the imperial family.
Therefore, Shangguan Jin could only watch helplessly as the money was spent.
After nearly ten busy days, the carriages of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion finally set off on the first day of the lunar new year.
Large vehicles, small vehicles, sedan chairs, and small sedan chairs lined up in a long row.
Madam Shen was riding in the largest sedan chair.
Shangguan Jin's sedan chair followed closely behind.
Then came the sedan chair that Shen Qingyue and Shen Qingyu rode in.
Further on are the horse-drawn carriages.
The maids and servants who were serving the children were all sitting in the carriage.
Shen Qingjun, along with his younger brothers and the Seventh Prince, followed behind on horseback.
Shen Qingming originally wanted to ride in a carriage, as he thought it would be more comfortable.
But Shen Qingjun scolded him.
How could the young master of the prestigious Duke of Dingguo's mansion, from a family that had distinguished itself on the battlefield, not ride a horse?
"Don't blame me for slapping you on such a fine day." Shen Qingjun only said this one sentence.
Shen Qingming immediately quieted down and obediently followed everyone on horseback.
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