Chapter 170: Cents

And Shen Dingshan returned about two months later, and at this time, there are only a few days left before Shen Qingrong and Yan. When he returned from the outside, his whole body was in dust and his hair was messed up. His beard has not been tidyed, and even his clothes have not been changed for a few days, so he rushed back when he wanted to come.
I'm afraid that I missed the gift of my daughter's ceremony.
"Father is back."
When Shen Qingrong saw Shen Dingshan, his eyes were tearful, and his nose was sore that he couldn't help himself.
"Well, my father is back." Shen Dingshan was naturally excited, but he was used to an expression all year round. Only his trembling shoulders and red eyes could see it. At this moment, how much he was thinking about being close. Three children who haven't seen each other in three years.
They are all grown up, especially Shen Qingrong. This look and temperament also make him proud of being a father. His sons and daughters of Shen Dingshan, and all of their sons and daughters from the Shen family are all good.
Shen Wenhao was also standing in front of Shen Dingshan. He hadn't seen him for three years. He was as tall as Shen Dingshan. Of course, he was a little stronger and his mind was more calm than before.
"Okay," Shen Dingshan patted Shen Wenhao on the shoulder, and Shen Wenhao remained unmoved, making Shen Dingshan very satisfied, "It seems that you have not abandoned your martial arts."
"I don't dare to forget," Shen Wenhao arched his hand to Shen Xiashan. "My father's teaching, my children dare not forget, you must practice martial arts hard every day, and never slack off one day." What he said is the truth, even In the past three years, he has been sick, and sometimes he can't get up. But he still has to go to the bamboo forest and practice martial arts for a while, just because his father will be disappointed.
He is the only son of the Shen family. If he set a good example for his younger sister, he would also want his father to be proud of him, and he would definitely not shame their father’s blood, flesh, and life in exchange for the Guardian government.
"Okay," Shen Dingshan laughed loudly, "As my son is so sensible, I feel comforted for my father.々
Shen Yanhao opened his mouth and laughed. For such a sentence, he felt that his three years had not been wasted.
"Where is A Ning?"
Shen Dingshan hasn't seen his little daughter yet. Why, don't you want to see his father?
"She is counting the silver," Shen Qingrong smiled covering her mouth. She said that her father had returned, so she had to count the silver and save it for other purposes.
"This little girl," Shen Dingshan laughed again, "I'll go and have a look, you'll go back first, I will make people prepare wine and food in the evening, let us father and son have a good meal."
And after speaking, he walked outside in strides.
When he arrived at the private vault in the mansion, Madam He stood outside and watched, and he knew that his little A Ning was inside.
He walked in and saw a few large boxes piled up in his private library. A girl with two pigtails was holding the account book one by one. He was still muttering words and abacus. Well, I don't know why she hasn't practiced her own handwriting well in all these years, but this hand abacus is so neat.
"A Ning..."
Shen Dingshan called his daughter’s name, but he was actually very scared. He was afraid that his daughter would not recognize him. He had been away for three years. For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, his childhood A Ning seems to have grown taller.
"Oh..." Shen Qingci put down the account book in his hand, then turned around, just staring at Shen Dingshan.
"A Ning..."
Shen Dingshan really missed his daughter so much. Every day and every second of his time there, he was thinking about his daughter, how well his little Ah Ning had been, whether he was sick, and whether he grew taller?
"A Ning has grown taller," Shen Dingshan put his hands on his daughter's shoulders. In fact, he felt that his little A Ning really hadn't changed at all, just grew taller.
"Daddy can still hug A Ning."
Shen Qingci opened his hands, um, you can still hold it, and if it takes another year or a half, she may not be able to hold it. She still looks like Xiao Ning and has not grown up.
Okay, Shen Dingshan picked up his daughter. Under this hug, he sighed that his little A Ning had indeed grown up, and that he had grown up to this age.
"Daddy, A Ning missed you so much." Shen Qingci leaned his little head on Shen Dingshan's shoulder. Fortunately, Daddy came back. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have suffered much, unlike his previous life. One battle can be ten years old. Now her father is still the same majestic, still the same solid, angular face, those eyes are still a piece of anger and majesty.
"Daddy misses my little Ah Ning too..."
Shen Dingshan was holding his daughter and his eyes were hot. He is not a good father. His little A Ning is almost ten years old, but he has only been with her for two years, and she has grown to this size. A few years later, he will be married and become a child of someone else's family, and every time he thinks about this, his heart feels angry and uncomfortable for no reason.
Yes, his little A Ning will not marry. Later, he will marry his daughter a mate and come back. He is watching, who dares to bully his A Ning. If he dared to move a hair of his A Ning, he would break him. Head.
The distortion on his face also frightened Shen Qingci. Shen Qingci stretched out his small hand and patted Shen Dingshan’s face. In this world, he might dare to touch Shen Dingshan’s face, and dare to challenge Shen Dingshan’s face. Apart from Shen Qingci, there is absolutely no second person in this world.
"Daddy, are you cheeky?"
Shen Yingci asked innocently, and the corner of Shen Dingshan's eyes twitched again, and he laughed quickly, even if he laughed, it scared the child.
"No, you are wrong," he squeezed his daughter's face, "Xiao Ning, what were you doing just now?"
"It's the money." Shen Qingci patted Shen Dingshan's arm and signaled her to come down.
It was Shen Dingshan that carefully put his daughter down, and then pulled her two braids. She really grew up, but she was still childish. He really didn't want her daughter to grow up. Don't want father from now on.
"Look, daddy," Shen Qingci placed the tent in his hand in front of Shen Dingshan.
On the tent, there are only 500,000 taels.
Why, so little? It’s been a year or a half since the rations I sent to him last time. No matter what, it’s about one million taels. Also, there are so many here. The box is more than fifty thousand taels, right?
"A Ning, did you make a mistake?" He asked his daughter.
"No," Shen Qingci couldn't be more serious, "Daddy's military expenditure will be halved in the future."
"Why?" Shen Dingshan wondered, "But Yipinxiang's business is not as good as before?"