Chapter 1162: Suicide

In the Ronghou Mansion, Rong Enqing helped his wife up. He was really happy. He was going to be a father again. He thought he could only have one son in his life. He said carefully, "Whether it's a boy or a girl, they are both treasures given to us by God."

Yao Yao has been in a trance and still doesn't believe it, "Am I really pregnant?"

"Yes, it's been more than two months. This time it's all fetal. You need to stay in bed and rest."

Yao Yao grabbed her husband's hand and said, "I still want to investigate the cause of mother's death. My brother got married for me. I said I would take good care of him."

Rong Enqing sighed. If he became a monk and never came out, he might still have a chance to survive, but he could forget about having children. If he did not become a monk, he might not have any chance of survival at all. This was the only thing he could do for his wife.

Fortunately, the child was smart and became a monk cleanly and neatly.

In the palace, he knew what the emperor had done to Rong Enqing, and asked his subordinates, "Is Master Yao's body really ruined? Was the drug administered?"

"Yes, the foundation has been destroyed. Even if you don't continue to give him the weakening medicine, he won't live long. The medicine that will cause him to die was also given when he wasn't paying attention."

The emperor said, "Leave someone to watch over you in the temple. Since you have become a monk, you don't need to come out."

The emperor and others went out, turning the bracelet, "I want to see how far Yao Yao can go. After a few days, I will hand over the cause of Bai's death and the evidence to Madam Rong."

Eunuch Liu lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Zhou family, Zhulan is holding the blueprint of the house given to the Zhou family by the emperor. This is the final drawing. The address of the Rong family has been divided up these days.

Zhulan could clearly see the place allocated to the Zhou family. There was a large artificial lake and the buildings were designed according to the Jiangnan style.

Xuemei stood beside her mother and said, "Mom, this house is too big."

Zhulan said cheerfully, "Yes, it's too big. Now I can only look at the drawings. I have to wait a few more months before I can see it."

Xuemei felt that there were too many wrong corridors on the blueprint and she would get lost without someone to lead her. "It would cost at least several hundred thousand taels to build such a house."

Zhu Lan said happily, "Well, these are just some materials at cost. If the emperor hadn't paid for all the expenses, our family wouldn't be able to afford it."

The emperor took too many things from the Rong family. He didn't take any of the money. He still has some dignity.

Xuemei helped her mother roll up the blueprints, and after putting them away, she said, "Mom, have you heard that the price of glass has dropped? I'm thinking of replacing all the windows in my house with glass."

Zhulan naturally heard about it. Economic prosperity promotes development. Foreign glass technology is already advanced, and our country has also improved the technology. With continuous experiments, the technology has matured, the production volume has increased, and the price of glass has naturally dropped.

Zhulan thought about the new house. Zhou Shuren said that the windows would also be replaced with glass ones, so she was looking forward to the new house.

At Zhang Jinghong's home, Yao Xin finally contacted her mother, but her mother didn't want to come out. Looking at the letter her mother wrote, tears kept falling. Her mother didn't want to be a burden to her.

Yao Xin cried and hiccuped while writing a reply quickly. She was not afraid of the burden.

When Zhang Jinghong came back and saw the letter, he was shocked. His mother-in-law not only didn't want to be a burden to his wife, but also didn't want her to have any contact with Yao Houfu. She held the letter and finally said, "Your mother is determined to die. As long as she is alive, you still have contact with the Houfu. Only when she is gone can you completely cut off the connection."

Yao Xin was completely panicked, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Zhang Jinghong looked at the sky and said, "I'll send the servant to guard the Yaohou Mansion."

Yao Xin fell to the ground. The letter had arrived several hours ago, but she hadn't even noticed it. She fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Time passed little by little, and the servant soon came back with the news of the aunt's death.

Yao Xin, "I just want to get my mother out, I don't want to force her to die, I want her to live well."

Zhang Jinghong hugged his wife, but his mother didn't think so. The Yaohou Mansion was already a broken ship, and his aunt didn't want to drag his wife down with her. His aunt committed suicide out of her motherly love for his wife. "Mother hopes you can be safe."

Yao Xin didn’t understand before, and kept mumbling, “I was very ignorant when I was a child. I looked down on my aunt’s status. I was not good. I was not worthy of her dying for me. I was not good, I was not good.”

Zhang Jinghong locked his wife up, "You are doing well. You have been taking care of my mother for the past two years. She knows it in her heart. You are doing well."

Yao Xin was wrapped in endless guilt. She was not a good daughter and ended up being the cause of her mother's death.

Zhou Shuren said, "Today, a Western envoy presented the emperor with a self-ringing bell, which was designed based on the scenery of Jiangnan."

Zhu Lan asked quietly, "This is the best publicity for the emperor. Just wait and see. The foreign merchants' shops will be sold out tomorrow."

Zhou Shuren, "It's too expensive. I asked about it. The cheapest ones cost more than a thousand taels, and the most expensive ones cost several thousand taels. In fact, the first people to invent clocks were Chinese. I remember that Su Song in the Northern Song Dynasty created the first mechanical timer, which was more than 300 years earlier than foreigners used it. There was also another person whose name I forgot, who made mechanical clocks more than 80 years earlier than foreigners."

Zhulan, "Although the past and present dynasties are imaginary and history has taken a detour, the history of the Northern Song Dynasty does exist. We can ask the Ministry of Industry to find the data and make it ourselves. I am not going to buy foreign products now. They are too expensive. I would rather buy domestic products."

Zhou Shuren chuckled, "I haven't heard of buying domestic products for a long time. I miss it. You are right, let's buy domestic products. I will go to talk to Lord Fang tomorrow. If it really doesn't work, then we can just buy some and demolish them."

Zhulan was happy, "Yeah."

The next day, Zhulan still couldn't help her curiosity. She didn't buy anything, she just went to the foreigner's shop to take a look. She also brought her little son with her, as a way of giving him a holiday. Of course, she also sent a private message, hoping that her son would have more knowledge and be better able to accept some foreign things.

When the carriage arrived, there were quite a lot of people in the foreign shop. The servants in the shop were all from Beijing. The shopkeeper could speak foreign languages. Rows of chiming clocks were constantly taken out and displayed for sale.

Changzhong's eyes widened because he was shocked by the price. He felt his wallet and found that the money he had saved was not enough to buy a pair of legs.

Zhulan denied everything, saying that they were all works of art. Finally, after listening to the price quoted by the shopkeeper, her sinful hands that wanted to spend money retracted, saying that they were too expensive. She left with her son without buying anything.

The mother and son went to the glass shop and bought some glass cups before returning to the carriage.

Zhulan asked her son, "What do you think?"

Changzhong had too many ideas. "Mom, I think if we master the technology, foreigners will not ask for exorbitant prices. Scarcity makes things valuable. If they are not scarce, the price will come down."

Zhulan touched her son's head and said, "You are right. Do you have any other ideas?"

(End of this chapter)