Chapter 141 The Spring Festival of 1977
Cai Wenyue understood; so this was what the young lady was struggling with.
However, imagine she is Gu Zuozuo...
Ugh! Forget it, she's not lucky enough. Her parents can't even be bothered to raise their own daughter, let alone someone else's. They're not crazy.
Of course, she didn't want that either. Who would want an outsider to enjoy everything that originally belonged to them? Wouldn't that be a sign of utter stupidity?
Without needing her to answer, Gu Zuozuo understood what she meant.
She knew it! She did nothing wrong! She would fulfill her duties as a daughter to her parents, and that was all.
"Let's go back to my own home."
That home, where there is no one else but yourself.
"Do you want to go to the Prince's Mansion that the eldest brother repaired for you?"
At this point, Cai Wenyue's mouth watered.
That was the Prince of Qin's mansion from the previous dynasty!
Although the Eight-Nation Army had made a mess of the place during their sweep, the boss spared no expense to renovate it. All the flowers and plants were replanted according to the old craftsman's advice. It is said that the boss's face was contorted when he took out the money.
Cai Wenyue never understood why she wanted so many houses and land. They weren't for eating or drinking, and she had to pay for their maintenance herself. Wasn't that troublesome?
It wasn't until she returned home and saw her family crammed into a small house of less than 40 square meters that she suddenly understood the benefits of having more houses.
Gu Zuozuo raised an eyebrow. The Prince's Mansion?
How come she doesn't remember owning this property?
Cai Wenyue slapped her forehead, wincing in pain.
“I forgot, you didn’t come back then. This is Number Two’s reward for thinking of two months for you. This is the first and only time in his life that he has ever done so for someone.”
That person was frugal his whole life, even his meals consisted of one vegetarian dish and one meat dish. He never sought any personal gain, except for one time when it was for Gu Zuozuo.
"Since you didn't come to take over in person, the boss took it upon himself to pay for the repairs. For this, he even brought over those ancient architecture professors who had just been exonerated and hadn't recovered yet to do any work for you for free. Tsk tsk, you didn't see the expression on the boss's face when he took out the money. He looked like a miser plucking his own feathers. It hurt so much..."
A black Hongqi sedan stopped in front of the two of them. The window rolled down, revealing Wang Erzhu's brightly smiling face inside.
"Hey comrades, what a coincidence! Where are you headed? Let me give you a ride!"
As he spoke, he deliberately rested his arm on the car window, looking like a dashing and debonair guy.
If they hadn't seen his disheveled appearance when he rolled down the car window.
Gu Zuozuo looked at Cai Wenyue with a complicated expression, then at the middle-aged man who didn't seem to realize how greasy he was and even looked smug. She wondered what he had been through to turn him into this.
"You should just go back to your old fiery temper. I really can't get used to you suddenly becoming so...so tactful..."
Wang Erzhu's face froze, and he simply snorted. What was so subtle about it? He thought those people from Hong Kong did it so effortlessly!
Are you getting on the bus or not?
"superior!"
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The arrival of the New Year in 1977 was lively and bustling.
Brilliant fireworks lit up the sky, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard from time to time.
In the entire vast Prince's Mansion, only Gu Zuozuo was leisurely eating hot pot while listening to the system chattering away, listing the New Year's gift package its host had received.
The beautiful woman sat to one side, her fingers flying across the table as she sliced the lamb into paper-thin pieces and placed them into the bubbling charcoal pot.
Ahri sat squatting next to her, obediently eating the nutritious meal in her food bowl, her fluffy tail swaying happily behind her.
Once again, during the Spring Festival, three pairs of hands and six pairs of arms swept the entire Prince's Mansion spotless, except for the snow-covered areas, and diligently pasted the Spring Festival couplets prepared by their master on every door, leaving no corner untouched.
"Host, is the hot pot lamb delicious?"
The system drooled, staring pitifully at the milky white bottom of the pot and the bright red mutton, almost crying with craving.
This world has many wonderful things, but the best thing about it is the abundance of delicious food.
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