Chapter 721: Like father

"Our eldest son is already so difficult. If the old lady is gone, leaving the eldest son facing all this alone, even if he doesn't even have three meals a day, how can it be good?"
The mother-in-law said, as if she was about to be moved by her words, she cried, and she couldn't help but wipe her tears, which also revealed her true feelings.
And I have to say that this woman also poked Qian's heart.
Qian can go back, she can go back desperately, but she can't ignore her son. She has always had high expectations for this son. Of course, the old lady has always been on her own. No one in this world can bury her son.
Of course, she never thought that any of the women in this mansion would be good to her. They were all mindless things. On weekdays, Cheng knew how to fight for favor and didn't know to take care of her children's daily life.
But it is true that she can't go back to Beijing. If she does, what should she do if there is no one to take care of her children in the future? If the body is starved, how will it be received by Song Family Chuanzong in the future.
And Xie, who was outside, couldn't help but curl his mouth.
Yes, Song Mingjiang’s body is not a heartless person. He has found seven women for him, but there is still no one to heart. Then continue to look for it, she has to see, in the end. In the heart of the old thing, what is called a heart-warming person?
Could it be that she herself is the sweetheart?
If this is the case, then you can marry your son and just keep it with your son.
She was contemptuous in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face, so she could only endure it for life, and the other concubines naturally had a bad expression, and she was also thinking in her heart.
This old lady Song is referring to them as Sang cursing.
Of course, the crime of Song Mingjiang's demotion was also imposed on them.
But what does this have to do with them? Every one of them was found by the Qian family. Now that something happened, they blamed them on innocent people. Only an old thing like the Qian family can do it.
Mrs. Song sat outside for a while again, but every time she thought of her son, she couldn’t help but feel distressed. Seeing the group of women in front of her was even more distressed, especially Xie’s and her ugly daughter. Song Mingjiang cared so much about the daughter of Xie's family, she had already kicked out the Xie's dead star.
The more Qian looked at these people, the more uncomfortable his heart became
Intentionally making these women uncomfortable, but also avoiding her own eyes.
There were also people cleaning inside and outside the back room.
But the old lady Song still feels uncomfortable, especially in such a dilapidated place. Is this still the county office or the place where the county official lives? How bad is the place where the county grandfather lives?
Yes, it is impossible for the county grandfather to live in a bad place, but we also need to see who lived here?
Xie Yougui is the kind of house that can be used or put away. The money he greets is all well hidden. Anyway, there will never be a place like a house to spend any money in it.
And he never thought that he would be a magistrate for a lifetime in such a small Ningxian county. As long as he praised enough money, and then combed and combed, he could be transferred to other places for promotion.
Since it is impossible to be a magistrate for a lifetime, then what to do with these things? He didn't want to spend the money on his own, but in the end it was all cheaper, so what the house looked like when he came, is still the same after he left.
And so far.
The former county magistrate, and the one left to the next, is also such a well-used courtyard.
For those who are used to living in a big house in Beijing, this place is indeed too crude.
Song Mingjiang opened the door of the study, and when he saw the table inside, he was really not very happy.
Master Yushi was very clever, and the money was collected, the case was settled, and he was appointed as an official, but there was nothing left here, so the emperor really gave him a very big hot potato. , Not to mention the black hat on the head, maybe even life is hard to guarantee.
He walked over, put his hand on the table, and wiped it lightly. It was actually a strip on the table.
It's been a long time since no one has been here, right?
He bent down and blew on the table to blow up the dust on the table. This was for people to come in and clean, and then put all the books he had brought on the shelf.
When Song Mingjiang thought of his high school champion, at that time, everyone would say that his future was unlimited.
He has real talents, and he is also backed by King Jun's Mansion. No matter what, King Jun's Mansion will also support him, and then his official road will be flat.
But now, he knew that the so-called steady progress also required a certain amount of contacts and luck.
Tanhua who was in the same exam with him also had the second place. One entered the Imperial Academy and the other was promoted to the House of Internal Affairs. Now they are all important ministers in the court, and they are also trusted by the emperor.
But what about him? But in such a little-known place, he became a seven-pin county official.
It is really ridiculous to think about it.
But since it is ridiculous, then why, he can't laugh, yes, he can't laugh, nor can he laugh, he can laugh only with his own tears.
Is this retribution, or what?
Even he doesn't know it himself. .
He turned around and saw a four or five-year-old girl standing at the door. The little girl had a long, simple, and not delicate, eyebrows were very sparse, the eyes were not small, but the nose was somewhat long. Too high.
Such a look would not look too good on anyone, but it can be a bit cute when it grows on a child.
Song Mingjiang quickly reached out to the little girl.
"Big sister, come over to my father, and my father will teach you how to learn Chinese."
After Song Mingjiang finished speaking, the little girl rushed over, and also stretched out her little arm for her father to hold.
The child's mind is the most sensitive. She knows who treats him sincerely or fakely, whether he likes or hates him.
And the child's favorite person is the father, and she is most afraid of Qian's grandmother.
Song Mingjiang hugged her daughter, and let her sit on her lap, and let her hold a pen and write the words stroke by stroke.
He was very satisfied with the words written by the young girl. Although they were a bit childish, they could be said to be neatly drawn.
For a child who is only four or five years old on the right, such words are already commendable.
Song Mingjiang touched his daughter’s little head, and then praised her. Finally, there was something that could make his master mind more relaxed. Although his daughter looks no better than others, but the handwriting is not good. difference.
"You look like a father now."
Song Mingjiang squeezed his daughter's face.