The carriage ran forward with bumpy rushing and arrived at Xiaolianzhuang in two hours, which was where Song Beiyun lived.

This place is not far from Nanjing City or close. Most of the people live here are some farmhouses. The richest landlord in the farm is Aqiao's home, with eight large tiled houses. Aqiao's father works here and is a carpenter.

The people in the master's family are pretty good. Song Beiyun has been helped by his family over the years. The master's family has a son who is over 20 years old and is not married yet. Everyone says behind his back that he is stupid in his studies. He is still a child in his twenties, and even a scholar cannot pass the exam.

However, Song Beiyun has a good relationship with him. Usually, if the main family has meat, he would invite Song Beiyun to eat some. During the Chinese New Year, he would let this young man without father or mother come to his house for some food.

The master of the master passed by a few years ago and is now the head of the mistress. Although he is a rich family in this countryside, he is an orphan and widowed mother and cannot be bullied by relatives. Whenever someone comes to ask for something, most of them are Song Beiyun to deal with it. His rogue skills are really unparalleled in the world. Idle people have no choice but to do anything to him. Rich and powerful people will not bully the orphan and widowed mother.

"Mr. I'll take you to get food first."

Song Beiyun asked Ah to get off the car with his child at the door of the master's house, and then said to the young master with a smile.

The young master who was sleeping was slightly raised and said, "Is this family the only one?"

"No, no, no, Caomin does not have such a family property. This is the master's family in the village."

"It's still a bit shabby, and I don't know if His Highness King Yan can be comfortable."

This sentence made Song Beiyun's scalp tighten. He hurriedly raised his head to look at the young master in front of him who was dressed as a playboy.

"What do I do?"

Song Beiyun shook his head, but did not answer.

"Are you scared? Don't be afraid." The young master frowned and said, "I think I, Uncle Jing Yun, are honest and never thought I would end up in that situation."

"My little master... the Caomin doesn't understand what you said."

The young master shook his head and waved his hand: "Uncle Quan, follow in and make some reservations. Don't let Your Highness King Yan suffer a grievance and leave some money. If Your Highness can grow up safely in the ordinary people's home, it might be a good thing."

"Yes, Master."

The guard outside responded, got out of the car and walked into the main house with Aqiao. In the carriage, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Song Beiyun probably knew that the young master of slutty knew, and the young master of slutty knew that Song Beiyun knew that he knew. The two of them stared at each other with a speechless look.

"That... young master, how old is this year?"

"Sixteen." The young master said lazily: "Don't ask, don't know, don't think about it, and make sure you have no worries."

"Mr. Xie, please give me some advice."

"I'm just a playboy who misses the love and beauty of Qinhuai. Everyone says that I, Zuo Fang, will defeat the glory of Duke Guang, how can such a person mention others?"

It's not simple, this little brother is not simple. Song Beiyun thinks that he does not have such scheming at his age. His dress and calmness when he speaks are truly the demeanor that the children of aristocratic families who have grown up in the families of princes and nobles and well-educated families should have, rather than those new nobles who made their fortunes because of the new emperor. Song Beiyun has seen some of those nobles before, and he feels like nouveau riche. Those who bully others with power and those who act as a blessing.

When I think back to this young master, when I first met him and said "no obstacle", Song Beiyun suddenly understood the fundamental difference between aristocratic families and nouveau riche.

It is really a complete crush on vision, mind, demeanor, etc.

"Thank you, my grandfather."

"Thank me?" The young master turned his head and said, "The old eunuch didn't tell you anything, did you?"

"Ah? What old eunuch?" Song Beiyun asked casually: "Caomin doesn't know any old eunuch."

"Very good." The young master nodded: "He is a governor, what is your name?"

"Song Beiyun, without words or numbers, is Song Beiyun."

At this time, the guard Uncle Quan also walked out of the inside, lifted the curtain and said to the young master: "Young master, the matter is done, I also told them not to speak to others, otherwise there will be a disaster for death."

Song Beiyun frowned slowly. He was actually afraid now. After all, if this matter is involved, it would be fine. If he was the emperor of the current dynasty, it would never be possible to let anyone related to this child go. Similarly...

"Okay, go home quickly and live your life. You don't have to worry about these things." The young master raised his eyelids slightly: "There will be my father's spies around to handle everything."

Song Beiyun's head buzzed, and he looked at the young master on the opposite side deeply, and was really frightened. This father and son... in more trendy terms, it was a potential rebel force.

"I'm afraid I'll kill you to silence you?" The young master laughed: "No need, it's not your turn to be a mud-legged person. This is my family's business when I took you out of Jinling City."

It's confirmed that this guy's family is a rebel! As expected, these secret fights of the helpers continue. No wonder the new emperor was so anxious that he was busy raiding his family. I guess the person in the temple was also anxious.

"Go and bring me the candy." The young master changed his expression: "The candy you yesterday is indeed delicious."

After taking some candy, wrapped it in greasy paper and handed it to the young master, the carriage left gruntly. Seeing them walking away, Song Beiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did not rush to go home, but walked directly into the master's house. Because he did not trust the stupid man, the work of appeaseing the master's house fell on him.

But when he first walked in, he saw that the wife of the master and Aqiao were busy, changing diapers, burning hot water and feeding them. There were only two people, but they made a lot of noise.

"Aunt Hong...you guys?"

Song Beiyun's words made the host's wife look up. She said with a smile: "This child is so close to him. He is laughing loudly. He will definitely do a big thing in the future."

"Just now……"

"Hey, some things are not something that our farmers should ask about. The silly man said that if we don't care, this child is afraid of life. I, a mother, can't bear to see this, and accept it, just treat it as raising a grandson. Look at this child, it's chubby and white, and it's so cute."

This simplicity made Song Beiyun feel guilty. She and Aqiao might really not know what this child means, but things have already developed to this point. What else can he say? This little bastard is just a hot potato. I pray that God will open his eyes and let such a crowd of people go to such a group of people.

Forget it, just think that you do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

"Aunt Hong, I'll go back first."

"Don't be busy. A few duck sellers came outside this morning. I bought a few ducks and asked Ah to kill them to eat ducks at night. You can stay."

"No need, Aunt Hong. I still have something to do on this."

"If you have something to do, let you stay. I'm still polite when I grow up. When you were a child, you ate and drank a lot at Aunt Hong's house."

Elders... In fact, they are all like this. In their eyes, the average age will be reduced by half. Just like her son who is over 20 years old, she is about ten years old, while Song Beiyun is younger, only seven or eight years old. Naturally, she thinks that the children's affairs are not a problem. Although this method will add some trouble, it is always a kind-hearted and difficult to be stubborn.

Sitting in the yard, Dou Dou Dahuang and feeding the chickens with soybean meal, the weather became darker, and Yusheng also came back from the private school at this time.

"Brother Yusheng, is the class over?"

"Um."

Yusheng is the only son of Aunt Hong. In other people's eyes, he is an honest scholar who has no talent. He usually teaches children in the village to read and recognize words. He always says that he has to read and read no matter what, otherwise he will easily be bullied when he grows up.

For this, Song Beiyun specially made a blackboard for him and taught him to make chalk with lime. Now that he is tired of reading books, he will go to the ancestral hall of Zhuangzi to teach those monkeys, which is a great contribution.

"etc!"

When she passed by, Song Beiyun saw a piece of bruise on Yu Sheng's face in the faint light, a piece of clothes on her body was torn, and there was still mud behind her butt.

"Brother Yusheng, who did it!?"

When Yu Sheng heard this, he immediately turned his face and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, I'm hitting him."

"Okay, I have been fighting with people since I was a child. I can't tell the difference between this collision and the fight?" Song Beiyun frowned and turned around Yu Sheng a few times: "It's heavy enough to start, tell me, who is it!"

Yu Sheng waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's really okay."

"If you don't tell me, I'll just sue Aunt Hong."

"No, no...don't tell my mother."

"Then tell me who did it."

Yusheng was helpless, and he was too soft to twist Song Beiyun's ruffianity, so he sat in the yard and talked about the afternoon. It turned out that he had finished school early today and went to the county town alone to visit a few classmates to see what new comments the Masters have recently.

While in the county town, I had an argument with the prince of the county magistrate. The guy asked some people to beat Yu Sheng. Although he was not seriously injured, his tone was really hard to swallow.

"Don't blame others, or blame others..." Yu Sheng waved his hand and said, "This is because I have no merits and fame. If I have merits and fame, they would not dare..."

After saying that, he started crying, not knowing whether he hated himself for studying hard or had no way to vent his grievances.

"Okay, Brother Yusheng." Song Beiyun spitted on the ground: "Damn, I will meet him tomorrow."

"No..." Yusheng grabbed Song Beiyun: "That's the son of the county magistrate."

"County magistrate?" Song Beiyun sneered: "Can the county magistrate beat people at will? Brother Yusheng, don't worry, this matter will be with me."

At this time, A Qiao's voice came from the room. Song Beiyun glanced at Yu Sheng and replied: "Brother Yu Sheng said he would help me send it to the room. Today he thought of a way to solve the problem and need to verify it."
Chapter completed!