"Now that we have talked about this today, I also have something to say to my husband."
Song Wan said: "The Hou Mansion is different from ordinary people. Temporary gains and losses cannot solve the root cause of the problem. Whether it is to increase revenue or reduce expenditure, it is not the most important after all."
She didn't sleep for several days, thinking about countless possibilities for the Jiang and Song Dynasties, and finally thought of a foolproof strategy that could preserve her foundation.
"Everyone in the world says that wealth is like honey, but I feel that wealth is like a blade of frost. Rich and noble are just like that."
She Fang Yi said that Jiang Xingjian knew what Song Wan meant.
The power of Concubine Jiang and Concubine Yun, the third and fifth princes, is like flowers decorating the brocade and fire cooking oil. They seem to have infinite scenery, but it is impossible to say which day they will collapse overnight. It’s unclear whether he can save his life, let alone what he can do to make a living. Moreover, the prince has been living for many years and may die suddenly at any time. The struggle for imperial power is about to break out. How to protect the foundation of the two palaces is the top priority.
Jiang Xingjian was also worried about this, but couldn't think of any good solution.
Preserving the roots of a clan is not an easy task.
He raised his head and wanted to know what Song Wan was thinking.
"The foundation of a family is nothing more than the gathering of descendants, and the good children will multiply endlessly."
"In this way, even if something happens to the Hou Mansion in the future, as long as the descendants are still there, the ancestral bloodline can still be preserved."
Jiang Xingjian said: "As long as the ancestor's tomb is here, the family will not disperse."
"Although the ancestor's tomb is here, it is not enough to have nothing to provide for it. If the prince's mansion loses this incredible wealth, the descendants will not be able to offer sacrifices. As time goes by, it will gradually become lazy and unattended."
Jiang Xingjian frowned, knowing that Song Wan was absolutely right.
"Ma'am, is there anything you can do?"
Song Wan said: "Although the Hou Mansion is declining day by day, it still has the ability to purchase sacrificial land. If there is permanent property in the clan, it can prevent the Jiang family's blood from being scattered everywhere and having nowhere to settle."
Hearing this, Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Song Wan with a more dignified look.
Of course, offering sacrifices to the fields can preserve the incense of the ancestors, but more importantly, the laws of the DPRK clearly stipulate that "the fields for tombs are not subject to confiscation", so in the future, even if the fifth prince is defeated, the Jiang family is exiled or their homes are confiscated, Even if the land is sacrificed, it will not be confiscated. If the clan owns land, it can protect the clan members from starving to death.
Jiang Xingjian's fingertips trembled slightly.
What Song Wan said today was to make final plans for the Hou Mansion.
"Secondly, we must provide opportunities for the children of the clan to learn, read, and learn about honor and disgrace."
"Ethnology."
Song Wan looked at Jiang Xingjian and smiled softly.
Jiang Xingjian felt her chest pounding.
There are more than a few hundred male descendants of the Jiang family in the east and west and the concubines and concubines in two branches? As long as they can keep a house, have a roof over their heads, have grain to fill their bellies, and have men who can learn Chinese characters and know how to understand people, this clan will not be considered in ruins, and there is no doubt that they will ever make a comeback.
His hands couldn't help trembling, and his eyes looking at Song Wan became deeper and deeper.
Song Wan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he smiled lightly and said that he had other things to deal with, and left slowly.
Jiang Xingjian was devastated, so he went to find someone to handle the matter of offering sacrifices to the fields.
God knows what he is worried about during this period is how to preserve the foundation of his family. As for the temporary imbalance of income and expenditure in the Hou Mansion, it is not a problem at all.
Leaving Lan Courtyard, he rushed towards Yulingzhai.
When Jiang Yan heard that he had come to visit, he was a little puzzled. Although the two were not in tit-for-tat, they were not really brothers and sisters.
"Brother, what advice do you have?"
After Song Wan told Jiang Yan about the clan's study of field sacrifices, Jiang Xingjian said: "This is a major matter in the clan, and I want to discuss it with you. You have been in charge of the Marquis Mansion these years, do you know where the East and West Mansion are? Are the children of the same family of good character and capable of taking charge of the supply of money and food?"
Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and understood the importance of this matter.
He thought about these people in detail, and briefly described their lives to Jiang Xingjian. He couldn't help but sigh: "My brother is thoughtful and thoughtful, and my brother admires me."
"It's not what I thought..."
Jiang Xingjian curled her lips slightly: "Your sister-in-law thought carefully and told me today."
When Jiang Yan mentioned Song Wan, his throat moved slightly, and his fingertips felt numb and itchy.
He said hoarsely: "Sister-in-law is smart and truly a model among women."
Seeing Jiang Xingjian and Yourong Yan's smiles, Jiang Yan was filled with envy.
That person was too noble and beautiful, so beautiful that even if he felt that Jiang Xingjian was unappreciative and unbearable, he would not dare to have any thoughts of intimacy.
"A-Wan her..."
The smile reached his lips, but was suppressed by Jiang Xingjian. He looked at Jiang Yan and said, "You are weak this year, so your marriage should have been put on the agenda. Now that I have delayed it, I really feel guilty."
Jiang Yan's marriage shouldn't have been delayed until now, but because he was a commoner and had the possibility of seizing the title, he was in a dilemma over the identity of his bride.
Those with a high family status did not value him, and those with a low family status did not look down on him, so he was postponed until now.
Now that he is back home, this matter is even more troublesome.
"I don't know what kind of girl you like? If you are interested, you might as well tell your sister-in-law. She often deals with women from aristocratic families, and she will be able to figure it out properly."
Jiang Yan smiled gently: "It would be great if I could find someone like my sister-in-law."
Jiang Xingjian was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly laughed out loud.
After laughing, he murmured: "I'm afraid it's hard to find a woman like Ah Wan."
Jiang Yan's smile also weakened by three points, and his eyes became slightly darker.
"If you have time, go talk to her. She will help you with your eyesight."
"Brother knows."
Jiang Yan's marriage shouldn't have fallen on Song Wan, but Mrs. Jiang only had the resurrected Jiang Xingjian in her heart, and Jiang's mother didn't care much.
Although Jiang Yan had a biological mother, she was just a concubine, and her status in the mansion was not as good as that of a respectable steward. This job fell on Song Wan's head.
So when Jiang Yan came to find her, she was not surprised.
"If it weren't for my brother's order, my brother wouldn't dare to bother my sister-in-law. I hope my sister-in-law won't be weirded out."
Today, Jiang Xingjian went to the clan to discuss the matter of cultivating the clan and offering sacrifices to the fields. He was not with Song Wan. Jiang Yan waited in the front yard of Fuhe Hall for a long time, but he did not feel the slightest bit impatient.
"There's no way to talk about nagging. My uncle's words are serious."
Song Wan stood aside, seeming to be thinking about a suitable candidate for the young lady of the aristocratic family, while Jiang Yan was quietly beside her, looking at the elongated figure on the ground with a faint smile.
He looked at it and suddenly moved a step.
The two figures on the ground overlapped due to his movements, and it looked as if they were leaning on each other, with their ears and temples rubbing together.
Jiang Yan stared blankly, his smile becoming increasingly difficult to hide.
"I haven't been out for a banquet for a long time. Although I think of a couple of suitable people, I don't know what the ladies' character is like. If my uncle is not in a hurry, let me think about it for another two days and meet them."
"After all, marriage is a major matter and should not be taken lightly."
Listening to Song Wan's gentle voice, Jiang Yan raised his head, his eyes full of tenderness.
He looked into Song Wan's eyes and said softly: "It's all up to my sister-in-law."
