Chapter 716

"The eldest son of our family has been so difficult. If the old lady leaves and leaves the eldest son alone to face all these things, even if he is afraid that there is no Zhang Luo for three meals a day, what can we do?"

She said, as if to be moved by her words, crying, she could not help wiping her tears, but also the true feelings.

And I have to say, this woman also poked into Qian's heart nest.

Qian can go back, she can go back regardless of everything, but she can't ignore her son, she has always been looking forward to this son, of course, has always been the old lady, no one in the world can bury her son.

Of course, she never thought that the women in the mansion, who would be good to her son, were all things with chest but no brain, and the city knew how to compete for favors and care for her son's daily life.

It is true that she can't go back to Beijing. If she does, what should she do if she does? If hungry bad body, in the future how to give the Song family to pass on the reception.

And outside Xie's mouth curled up.

Yes, song Mingjiang's body even has no heart, this is for him to find seven women, but still not a heart, so continue to look, she wants to see, in the heart of this old thing, what is called a good person?

Is it not that she herself is the kind person?

If this is the case, then return to the son what kind of affinity, directly with their own son not on the line.

Her heart despised, but the face is not obvious, can only bear, and the other concubines, naturally, the face is not good, the heart also estimated in thinking.

The old lady of Song said that they were accusing mulberry trees and locust trees.

Of course, the reason why song Mingjiang was demoted is also added to them.

But what does this have to do with them? Every one of them was brought back by Qian. Now when something happened, it was all due to the innocent people like them. Only an old thing like Qian could do it.

Old lady song sat outside for a while, but every time she thought of her son, she couldn't help but feel heartache. Seeing the group of women in front of her was even more distressed, especially Xie's and her ugly daughter. If song Mingjiang hadn't cared so much about Xie's daughter, she would have kicked out Xie's widow.

The more she looks at these people, the more uncomfortable her heart is.

in order to make these women uncomfortable, she should not lose her own eyes.

There are people cleaning inside and outside the house.

But old man song was still upset, especially in such a dilapidated place, is it still the place where the county government office and the county magistrate live, and the place where the county magistrate lives is still poor?

Yes, the place where the county magistrate lived must not be bad, but we should also see who lived here?

Xie Yougui is the kind of person who can make do with the house. All the money he covets is well hidden. Anyway, there will be no place like the house, so what money should be spent in it.

And he never thought that he would be a county magistrate for a lifetime in such a small Ningxian county. As long as he praised enough money, he could be transferred to another place for promotion.

Since it is impossible to be a county magistrate for a lifetime, what do you do with these things? He didn't want to spend money on his own, but in the end it was cheap. So what the house looked like when he came here was the same after he left.

And so far.

The last county magistrate, left to the next, is also such a semi new courtyard.

For people who are used to living in big houses in Beijing, it is too simple.

Song Mingjiang pushes open the door of the study. When he sees the table inside, he is not very good.

The imperial censor is smart. He has collected the money, handled the case, and he has been promoted to the rank. However, there is nothing left here. So the emperor really gave him a big hot potato. If one can't be done well, not to mention the black gauze hat on his head, it may even be hard to protect his life.

He went over, also put his hand on the table, gently wiped, it is on the table to wipe out.

It's been a long time since I've been here?

He bent down and blew at the table, blowing up some dust on the table, which was to let people come in and clean, and then put all the books he had brought on the bookshelf.

When song Mingjiang thought of his high school champion, everyone would say that his future was limitless.

He has real talent and learning, and he is also backed by junwangfu. No matter how, junwangfu will support him, and then his official career will be promoted.

But now, he knew that the so-called rapid rise to the top also requires a certain amount of contacts and luck.

One of his fellow candidates was in the Imperial Academy and the other was promoted to the Ministry of internal affairs. Now they are all important ministers in the imperial court, and they are also trusted by the emperor.But what about him? But in such a place where the name is not seen, I became a magistrate of Qipin county.

I think it's really ridiculous.

But since it's ridiculous, why can't he laugh? Yes, he can't laugh. What he can laugh out of is just his own tears.

Is this retribution or something?

He didn't even know it himself..

He turned around and saw a four or five-year-old girl standing at the door. The little girl was simple and honest, not delicate, her eyebrows were very sparse, her eyes were not small, but her nose was a little too high.

Such looks on whose body, will not be too good-looking, but long in a child's body, to also have some lovely.

Song Mingjiang quickly reached out to the little girl.

"Elder sister, come to my father's place, and my father will teach you how to write."

And song Mingjiang said, the little girl rushed up to come over, but also stretched out her little arm for her father to hold.

The child's mind is the most sensitive, who is true or false, like or hate, her heart is clear.

And the child's favorite person is this father. What she fears most is Qian's grandmother.

Song Mingjiang held his daughter in his arms and let her sit on his lap. He asked her to hold the pen and write the words one by one.

he was very satisfied with the words written by his young daughter. Although they were childish, they could also be said to be neat strokes.

For a child who is only four or five years old on the right, such a word can be said to be precious.

Song Mingjiang touched his daughter's small head and praised her again. At last, there was something that could make him feel better. Although his daughter was not as beautiful as others, his handwriting was not bad.

"You look like a father."

Song Mingjiang pinched his daughter's face.

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