Chapter 67

After bidding farewell to the old lady, Yueyang returned to his courtyard with the Linglong sisters.

During the time Yueyang was away, the ones who missed him the most were not just the old and young couple, Lao Tian and Yue Ying, but also the Linglong sisters, who had just given themselves to Yueyang. They had been thinking of him constantly, and when they heard that Yueyang was coming back today, the two sisters were so happy that they shed tears several times. However, due to their status, they did not run to Yueyang immediately when he arrived; instead, they could only stand in the crowd and silently watch him. It wasn't until Yueyang closed the courtyard gate that the two sisters almost simultaneously threw themselves into his arms, sobbing silently.

Holding the two sisters' soft bodies and smelling the similar yet slightly different jasmine fragrance, Yueyang felt a surge of desire rise from his abdomen. He could no longer think of anything else and quickly walked with the two sisters toward the room. Once inside, he pushed the two sisters onto the bed and quickly went to the door to close it. After closing the door, he walked quickly to the bed and embraced the Linglong sisters. Sensing what was about to happen, Yu Ling's face had long turned red, and she trembled as she said, "Young Master, you haven't had lunch yet?"

"What lunch? Young Master will eat you two first!" Yueyang, who had been on the road for over a month, could no longer hold back. He pounced on the two gentle and lovely sisters, pushing them onto the bed.

"Master, I've missed you so much..." Soon, a low moan echoed in the room...

Time always passes quickly, especially at certain moments. When Yueyang stopped his passionate actions, the last ray of sunlight had already set, and the room became dark.

"Whoosh..."

A beam of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the room. Yueyang lit the two candles by the bed, and the dark room began to brighten.

After the passion, the two sisters, exhausted and drenched in sweat, were flushed with a rosy hue that did not fade. Yu Ling curled up in Yueyang's arms, her eyes dazed, and she absentmindedly drew circles on his chest with her delicate fingers, panting, "Young Master, can you tell us about the Mongolian princess?"

Yueyang chuckled, "Why are you two so concerned about this?"

"How can we not be concerned? After all, in a few months, the Mongolian sister will be our mistress. How can we not care?" Yu Ling's voice sounded from the left. This little girl had been silent in Yueyang's arms, but now she suddenly spoke up.

"Oh... I smell something sour." Yueyang laughed, reaching out to hug Yu Ling's slim waist and gently pinching her small, upturned nose.

"Hmph..." Yu Ling, feeling the pinch, was not satisfied. She purred like a kitten and gently rubbed her sweaty face against Yueyang's shoulder. She bit her lip and gave Yueyang a seductive glance, her eyes so alluring that they seemed to drip with water.

"You little minx, behave yourself. If you don't, Young Master won't be gentle." Yueyang, torn between laughter and tears, lightly patted her "qiaotun" and then fell into deep thought. He understood the Linglong sisters' feelings. To be honest, after being in the Ming Dynasty for half a year, Yueyang had a deeper understanding of the customs and traditions here. In the Ming Dynasty, the relationship between husband and wife was very strict and clear.

According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, a man could only have one wife, and the others were considered concubines. Concubines had many other names, such as secondary wife, side wife, junior wife, small wife, secondary wife, and so on. In Yueyang's view, the relationship of concubines was similar to the modern concept of a mistress, but the rights of concubines were far less than those of a mistress.

The wife had the same rights as the husband in the household. If the wife was dissatisfied with the concubines, she could beat or drive them out of the house without any consequences. In modern society, it was unheard of for a mistress to openly quarrel with the wife or even attack her home, hence the saying, "Better to be a poor man's wife than a rich man's concubine."

Before Yueyang was engaged, the Linglong sisters were his only women, so they were not worried. However, once Yueyang married a wife, the situation would be different. More importantly, they were not even considered concubines but merely bed attendants. If the wife found them displeasing, their fate would be uncertain.

After a long silence, Yueyang gently said to Yu Ling, "Ling'er, Long'er, I know you are worried, but you can rest assured. Hailan Zhu is not an ordinary woman. In her heart, there is no significant difference between a wife and a concubine. Moreover, in a few days, I will inform Grandma to take you into the household and give you a proper status. I also promise that if you bear my children, they will still be raised by you and can call you 'mother.' This should put your minds at ease, right?"

"Is that true, Young Master?" As soon as Yueyang finished speaking, the Linglong sisters almost in unison lifted their beautiful eyes to look at him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

In the Ming Dynasty, children born to concubines could not call their biological mother 'mother.' They could only call the wife 'mother' and their biological mother 'aunt.' Although this rule was to highlight the authority of the wife, Yueyang found it inhumane, so he made this promise to the Linglong sisters. Despite how shocking this promise might seem to people today, Yueyang did not care.

"Of course, when has Young Master ever lied to you? It's settled. Tomorrow, I will go to Grandma and formally bring you into the household, giving you a proper status!" Yueyang waved his hand firmly and then teased, "What, don't you want to bear children for me?"

"Uh... uh..." The Linglong sisters could no longer hold back and burst into tears, one of them sobbing, "Master, I will bear children. As long as Master likes, I will keep bearing them for you."

"Good, then let's start bearing children!" With renewed passion, Yueyang transformed into a wolf, pressing the two tender and delicious lambs under him...

Another month passed, and it was now February of the sixth year of Chongzhen. During this time, Yueyang had gone to the modern world again, this time to collect money from Zhao Santong. The last time, Yueyang had brought a batch of antiques and paintings, which Zhao Santong sold through an auction house, earning over 360 million yuan. With this money, Yueyang bought a large amount of salt, grain, and other daily necessities, and also had Jia Wenmao from the steel plant manufacture over 3,000 Minié rifles.

Yes, Yueyang had Jia Wenmao manufacture the famous Minié rifle. This rifle was an excellent muzzle-loading rifle, the best of its kind before the advent of metallic cartridges and breech-loading rifles.

Due to its rifled barrel, fixed powder charge, and unique conical lead bullet (the Minié ball), its effective range reached an astonishing 600 meters, almost on par with modern firearms.

However, when Yueyang went to pick up the rifles, he noticed that Jia Wenmao's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. He quietly pulled Yueyang aside and asked, "Boss, is it really okay to make these guns? If the police catch us, we'll be in big trouble."

"What are you afraid of?" Yueyang, amused, reassured him, "If the police catch us, they'll catch me first. Besides, I'm just selling these to rich people. Would you use such an old antique to do something bad? I could just buy a handgun for a few thousand yuan, which would be much better!"

"I hope so..." Jia Wenmao always felt that his boss was shrouded in a mysterious aura. First, he had a large batch of weapons and armor made, and now he was making these antique rifles. What was he up to?

Seeing Jia Wenmao's continued worry, Yueyang became a bit concerned. It seemed that large-scale production of rifles in this place was not a good idea. Weapons and armor were fine, as they were cold weapons and wouldn't cause much trouble in modern society. However, the Minié rifle, no matter how antique, was still a firearm, and if discovered, it would cause problems. It seemed he should find a different place to produce these.

With this in mind, Yueyang, before leaving, had Jia Wenmao order a large batch of seamless steel tubes, so many that even Jia Wenmao was taken aback. Yueyang then spent several days using a small bulldozer to transport the supplies to the courtyard on the west side of Yueyang's residence in the Ming Dynasty.

Yueyang knew that the biggest challenge in manufacturing the Minié rifle was the barrel. With these barrels, he could have the craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty make the rest. This way, even if Yueyang lost contact with the modern world, he would still have enough barrels to use...

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