Chapter 39

problem

Song Shuqi and Bichen return to the yard.

"Miss, it's getting late. I'll wait for you to have a rest."

Song Shuqi nodded, Bi trace turned and went to the yard to get water.

In the room, as soon as song Shuqi took off her coat, she heard Bichen's flustered voice outside the door, "Miss, miss, something's wrong..."

What can happen so late?

Song Shuqi casually put her coat on her body. Before she went out, Bichen had already pushed the door open and came in. "Miss, my wife fainted."

Smell speech, song Shuqi no longer care about other, turn around and hurried out.

In fact, her yard is not far away from her mother's, but because of her hurry, song Shuqi felt that the road was so long, and she felt a little staggered.

Bichen followed song Shuqi closely. Looking at the young lady's body, he was worried. "Young lady, please slow down, madam. Lucky people have their own appearance. Surely nothing will happen."

Song Shuqi reluctantly grinned, "I know, mother will be OK."

When she walked into her mother's yard, song Shuqi felt that her legs were filled with lead. She couldn't lift them up. She took a deep breath. Song Shuqi held Bichen's hand tightly, as if she had a little strength.

"Miss..."

Feeling song Shuqi's exertion, Bichen is worried.

When she finally walked into the room and looked at her pale mother lying on the bed, song Shuqi only felt her brain roar. She didn't even know how to get to the bedside.

"Doctor, my mother, she..."

Song Shuqi's face was a little worried, and her heart was almost in her throat.

The doctor got up and saluted song Shuqi, "miss."

At this time, song Shuqi naturally didn't care about these empty rites. In her voice, she trembled, "doctor, is my mother OK?"

The doctor sighed softly. "Don't worry, madam. It's due to overwork."

Overwork? How can song Shuqi not worry? Thinking of this, song Shuqi sighed deeply, "what can I do?"

"Miss, I'll prescribe some self-cultivation medicine for my wife." The doctor said, then took out the paper and pen, opened a prescription, "but the wife's disease, still need to rest, remember not to overwork."

Song Shuqi nodded, but looking at the doctor in front of her, she seemed to be hesitant and frowned slightly. "The doctor might as well have something to say."

Hearing song Shuqi's words, the doctor also nodded, "since the young lady said so, then I will be outspoken."

"My wife is suffering from heart disease all the year round, and her health is not as good as before. If she has a good rest, she may be able to live a happy life, but..." the doctor took a look at Song Shuqi and sighed, "but if there is a next time, the doctor will not be able to return to heaven."

Song Shuqi nodded, "anyway, doctor, please try your best to save people."

The doctor nodded, "Miss, I can only do my best to listen to fate."“ So, thank you, doctor With these words, song Shuqi seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Finish saying, then order the servant girl of hand to follow doctor to fill medicine.

Song Shuqi knew that there would be such a day when her mother would be tired and fall ill. One day, she was far away from her. She had gone through it once. She thought she could accept her mother's leaving happily, but she didn't expect that when she heard the doctor say such words, her heart was still so sad.

Looking at her mother lying on the hospital bed, song Shuqi's eyes are a little wet, but soon, song Shuqi tries her best to let her mood return to normal.

"By the way, who knows what's going on?" Song Shuqi turned around and looked at several little servant girls with a bit of fierce color in her eyes.

Where did those wenches see song Shuqi's stern expression? They quickly knelt down with a plop, "Miss, it's none of our business."

Just now, everyone was flustered when he saw his wife fainting. Fortunately, the old mothers around her were thoughtful and assigned girls to invite doctors and young ladies. They also asked people to carry her back to her yard.

Now listen to big young lady scold to ask, a few wenches immediately frighten like sieve chaff.

Song Shuqi is helpless. Who said this matter has something to do with you?

"I just want to ask what's going on? Why does mother faint? You don't wait in front of me and tell me everything you know. If you hide something, you know the consequences... "

Seeing the young lady's appearance, the servant girls were already in a state of panic. For fear that the young lady would punish herself for a crime of not being able to serve the master, they kowtowed to tell the whole story

Ten people said it.

Wait until a few wenches flurried to finish the matter, song Shuqi slightly narrowed her eyes, "you say, mother just fainted because she heard Mr. accountant say the expenses in the house?"

Those girls you look at me, I look at you, just about to nod, one of them busy mouth, "Miss, during the second miss once."

Song Shutong?

"Miss two, she came here to ask her wife to promise to let mother song go back to teach her..."

Hearing this, song Shuqi slightly hooked the corner of her mouth and flashed an ironic smile.

Without asking about the result at all, song Shuqi knew that her mother must have agreed. Thinking about this, song Shuqi nodded, "is there anything else going on?"

Several little girls frowned and thought about it carefully, then they shook their heads.

"No more."

Song Shuqi raised her eyebrows, "really no? Have you thought about it? "

A few little girls can hear the threat in Song Shuqi's words. They are busy saying, "really no, miss, really no more."

"That's very good. Go to the accounting room and bring the account book to miss Ben."

Song Shuqi opened her mouth and told her that those little maids didn't dare to say a word, so they went in a hurry.

If you guess right, mother fainting should have nothing to do with anything, just as the doctor said, due to overwork, think of here, song Shuqi and some sad. Those account books were soon held by little girls.

"Where are these books, miss?" The head of the little girl uneasy mouth.

Song Shuqi pointed to the table and said, "put it there first. I think when my mother wakes up, I will see it."

The little girl obeyed and put the account book on the table, then she honestly stepped back to one side.

"By the way, take a look at the medicine. You can take it back. Go to boil it."

The little girl took orders to go. When there was no one in the room, song Shuqi sat on the edge of the table and turned over the account book at will.

But the more she looked at it, the more frightened song Shuqi felt. The problem of the account was too obvious. Song Shuqi's frown turned into a Sichuan character.

Even a fool can see that there is an obvious imbalance between revenue and expenditure in the account. There are a lot of money in the account, but many of them don't know where they are going. Is it that someone is enriching his own pocket?

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a little girl opened her mouth cautiously, "Miss, madam's medicine has been boiled, but do you want to bring it in?"

Song Shuqi nodded, and the little girl closed the door.

After a while, the little girl brought the medicine.

"Well, put it here for the time being. You go out first." Song Shuqi said, thinking of something at random, "wait, you take these books to my yard."

Said, turned around to look back at the green mark, "green mark, you take her past."

Although I don't know what's wrong with this account book, but looking at the young lady so serious, Bichen nodded in a hurry and said to the little girl, "you follow me."

After the two left, song Shuqi took the medicine to Shangguan Mingzhu's side. Her mother is in a coma now, and she doesn't know if she can eat it?

Song Shuqi holds a glimmer of hope, but reality soon breaks this hope. Finally, after several unsuccessful attempts, song Shuqi gives up. It seems that she can only wait until her mother wakes up before taking medicine.

"Somebody." Song Shuqi opened her mouth, and soon a little girl came in.

"What can I do for you, madam?"

"Take good care of your mother. Don't make any mistakes."

After that, song Shuqi went back to her yard.

Open the door, Bi trace is facing a pile of books yawn, heard the door was opened, face a burst of joy, "Miss, you are back?"

"Bichen, now you're going to do something." Song Shuqi looks serious, "to check the expenditure in the yard."

Bi trace's face was a little puzzled, "what's the expenditure in the yard? Now? "

"Yes, go now. After checking, come back and tell me immediately." Song Shuqi frowned. She was still a little worried. "Tell me everything, do you understand?"

Looking at Miss's serious appearance, the importance of Bichen's way of nature also nodded solemnly, "OK, miss, I'll go now."

Bi trace came back quickly. Before Song Shuqi had finished reading an account book, Bi trace had already come back. "Miss, you see, all the expenses in our yard here." Song Shuqi took over the list, and all the expenses were written clearly. It seems that she didn't use a lot of money in her yard, but the more so, the problems of the general ledger were revealed.

Every courtyard is similar. If they all follow the standard of their own courtyard, they will not account for much of the expenditure. Then where does most of the money go?

"Miss, but something's wrong?" Looking at the young lady frowning, than hate can not help but worry.

"Bichen, take the account book."

Song Shuqi carefully looked at the two books. After comparison, she finally found the crux of the problem. The silver did not flow to other places, but to song Shutong's mother and daughter.