The workers had already had a holiday. In addition to Master Chu, Song Yi to Song Shier and others, there were only guards from the Duke Ding Mansion in the workshop.

Hearing the movement at the gate, several guards came out to wake up. Seeing that it was Song Wanyue and Song Shen, they hurried out to greet him. Suddenly, they saw that their brothers were following them, and they suddenly stared at him, "Why are you here too?"

Song Wanyue left six guards from the Duke of Dingguo Mansion, and followed her to Qingyun County, and now they are all staying here to recuperate, and there are still ten behind her.

The guard behind him replied, "We are escorting Miss Sun and my son-in-law back."

"You are just a companion and go back together after the Chinese New Year."

Song Wanyue walked in while talking, and after that, she asked, "Where is Song Yi and the others?"

"I was taken to the mountain by Master Wei to practice martial arts."

Song Wanyue walked up the mountain and said as she walked, "You help clean up a room and come out, right..."

I originally wanted to arrange it next to my master, but I changed my mind halfway through my words, "The farther away from everyone, the better. Clean the house and light a charcoal basin."

There was a guard responding.

Song Shen followed Song Wanyue up the mountain.

Before they reached the top of the mountain, they heard the sound of fighting. The two of them went up to the top of the mountain and saw that everyone was separated and fought each other.

Master Wei stood aside with his sword in his arms, heard the sound of footsteps, looked at them, then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the people fighting.

Song Wanyue walked over and said, "Master."

Master Wei nodded slightly, but did not respond to her.

Song Wanyue didn't say much, stood beside her and watched together.

Except for Song Yi to Song Shier and others, Master Wei bought another thirty people, and there were a total of forty-two people, which was a huge crowd.

But in a moment, someone was knocked to the ground, and the rest laughed.

It's Song San.

"He has good qualifications and is a good seedling for martial arts practice, but he is a little older."

At the age of twelve or thirteen, it is still a child for ordinary people, but for martial arts practitioners, they are a bit older.

One after another, people were knocked to the ground, and the winner was full of pride.

"After the New Year, the ice melts, I want to go to Jiangnan. Can Master choose someone to protect us?"

Master Wei looked at her and didn't say anything, but frowned slightly. These talents were trained for more than three months and were still far from their skills. It would be okay to be an ordinary guard, if they were to protect people...

It seems that she needs to strengthen her training during the Chinese New Year.

In the end, twenty-one people won and looked at Master Wei with bright eyes.

Master Wei raised his chin, and the people walked towards the place where a box was placed next to him. They grabbed a note from it, paired it up again, and competed again, leaving a lucky man, watching with pride.

After repeated this several times, three people were left, standing in a mess, shaking, but looking at Master Wei with a burning look.

Master Wei threw a purse to them, "I'll give you three days off. I'll see you in the early morning of the third year of junior high school."

The three of them responded loudly and ran down the mountain with the envious eyes of the rest.

This is their reward, one person with fifty taels of silver and three days off.

The rest of the people went down the mountain one after another with dejected expression. Song Shen followed them. Song Wanyue and Master Wei walked at the end, waiting for a distance from them. Song Wanyue said, "My third uncle and Qi Ying will come here later."

Master Wei looked at her.

She naturally knew who Qi Ying was, but Xiao'er explained before leaving, so she didn't attack Qi Ying. Song Wanyue should have guessed it, how could she arrange people to the workshop?

Song Wanyue talked about Qi Ying's miscarriage and the fact that she was taken back, and finally said, "There is no place to live at home. Grandma said she would let them come and live, so I agreed. Master doesn't have to worry about her. Now she doesn't dare to do anything."

After hearing what she said, Master Wei retracted his gaze and said, "It's good that you know what you know."

The two returned to the workshop and saw a carriage coming from afar. Master Wei did not stop and went back to his yard. Song Wanyue stopped in place, waited for the carriage to approach, and called a guard to come over to get the carriage. She followed slowly behind.

After she passed, Song Sanxiao had just put on the bedding and came out of the room. When she saw Song Wanyue, she subconsciously paused, her eyes dodged, and she dared not look at her.

Song Wanyue said that thing to him that day, and he did not dare to beg his mother to take Qi Ying to his home to take care of him, but later his mother mentioned it, he did not object. He was afraid that he would really not take good care of Qi Ying and would never have children again.

"Uncle San."

Song Sanxiao's body trembled and she spoke tremblingly, "Yue, Yue'er."

"Is the house OK?"

"Okay, OK."

Song Sanxiao responded in panic, hugged Qi Ying, who was tightly wrapped around the carriage in a fast walkway, and then carried him into the house.

Song Wanyue followed in and lit a charcoal basin in the house. It was very warm and cleaned up. There was nothing in the house and it seemed empty.

"It's New Year's Eve today, and there's no time to go to buy things. You can make do with it a few days first. When your brother and sister-in-law leave, you will pick you up immediately."

“It’s already great.”

Qi Ying leaned against the wall, and Song Sanxiao stuffed a pillow behind her. Her eyes lost their former radiance and looked lifeless.

Song Wanyue did not comfort her and told Song Sanxiao, "I'll go find the village chief and ask him to find someone to cook for you. Fortunately, it's the New Year."

Songjia Village is not close to the workshop. If it is cold after cooking, it will be delivered to you. The cooking skills invited by the workshop are just that. A group of rough men are OK to eat, but a woman with miscarriage cannot.

Song Sanxiao took out ten taels of silver and handed it to her.

Song Wanyue raised her eyebrows.

Song Sanxiao didn't dare to look at her, "Please, I'll pay for the money I asked for."

"Uncle San is getting rich, or do you want to slap the family in the face?"

Song San waved his hand in panic. He used to be closest to this niece, but since he insisted on cutting off relations with his family and being with Qi Ying, he couldn't help but start to be afraid of Song Wanyue, and he couldn't tell why.

"I, I, I, I..."

I didn't say anything for a long time.

Qi Ying's lips squirmed and his voice weakened, "This is what we should take."

"Yeah?"

Song Wanyue looked at her with a sharp tone, "Since you have calculated so clearly, you should know that it is inappropriate for grandma to pick you up, so why not refuse? If you have money, you can find someone to take care of in the county."

Qi Ying pursed her lips tightly.

Song Sanxiao subconsciously blocked her, "Yue'er, yes, it's me..."

After saying these words, he met Song Wanyue's gaze, and the following words remained in his throat.

Song Wanyue looked at them deeply, turned around and walked out, "Stop, I'll find someone to come."
Chapter completed!