Chen Dingshan returned after about two months, and at this time, there were no more days left before Shen Qingrong and the hairpin. When he returned from outside, he was covered in dust, his hair was messy, his beard was not tidy, and even his clothes had not been changed for several days. I think he was rushing back all the way.

I just fear that I would miss my daughter's hairpin ceremony.

"My father is back."

When Shen Qingrong saw Chen Dingshan, his eyes were filled with tears, and his nose was so sore that he couldn't help himself.

"Well, my father is back." Chen Dingshan was naturally excited, but he was used to a year-round expression. Only his trembling shoulders and red eyes could see it. How much he was thinking about his three children he hadn't seen in the past three years.

They all grew up, especially Shen Qingrong. His appearance and temperament also made him very proud of his father. His children in Dingshan, and their Shen family are all good.

Shen Wenhao also stood in front of Shen Dingshan. After three years of not seeing him, he was as tall as Chen Dingshan. Of course, he was a little stronger and his mind became more calmer than before.

"Okay," Chen Dingshan patted Shen Wenhao's shoulder, while Shen Wenhao didn't move at all, which made Chen Dingshan very satisfied. "It seems that you have not abandoned your martial arts."

"I dare not forget it," Shen Wenhao raised his hand at Shen Xiashan. "I dare not forget my father's teachings. I must practice martial arts hard every day, and I will not slack off for a day." What he said is the fact. Even if he has been sick in the past three years, sometimes he cannot get up, but he still has to go to Zhulin to practice martial arts for a while, because he is afraid that his father will be disappointed in him.

He is the only son of the Shen family. If he sets a good example for his sister, he will also make his father proud of him. He will definitely not insult their father's Mansion for the Duke of Wei who exchanged blood, flesh and life.

"Okay," Chen Dingshan laughed loudly, "Since my son is so sensible, I feel so comforted for my father. 。

Chen Yanhao opened his mouth and laughed. For this sentence, he felt that his three years had not been wasted.

"Where is A Ning?"

Chen Dingshan hasn't seen his youngest daughter yet. Why? Don't you want to see your father?

"She is counting the silver," Shen Qingrong covered her mouth and laughed. She said that her father had returned, so she had to count the silver and save other uses.

"This little girl," Chen Dingshan laughed again, "I'll go and see. You guys will go back first. I'll let you prepare wine and food tonight, and we, father and son, have a good meal."

After saying that, he also walked outside with big strides.

When he arrived at the private treasury in the mansion, Madam He stood outside and guarded him, he knew that his little A Ning was inside.

He walked in and saw a few big boxes piled up in the private warehouse. A girl with two small braids was holding the account book one by one, and she was still muttering words from time to time. She also made good abacus. I don’t know why she had not practiced her words well over the years, but her abacus was very neat.

"A Ning..."

Chen Dingshan was calling his daughter's name, but he was actually very scared. He was afraid that his daughter would not recognize him anymore. He had been away for three years. In three years, more than a thousand days and nights, his little A Ning seemed to have grown taller.

"Oh..." Shen Qingci put down the account book in his hand, then turned around, staring at Chen Dingshan.

"A Ning..."

Chen Dingshan really misses his daughter very much. Every day and every second there, he is thinking about his daughter, thinking about whether his little A Ning has lived well, whether he is sick, and whether he has grown taller?

"A Ning has grown taller," Chen Dingshan put his hands on his daughter's shoulders. In fact, he felt that his little A Ning had not changed at all, but had grown taller.

"Dad can still hug A Ning."

Shen Qingci opened his hands, yes, I can still hold it. If it is one year or two, it may not be able to hold it. She is still a little A Ning and has not grown up.

OK, Chen Dingshan picked up his daughter. With this hug, he sighed that his little A Ning had indeed grown up, and he had grown up so big.

"Dad, A Ning misses you so much," Shen Qingci leaned his little head against Shen Dingshan's shoulder. Fortunately, Dad was back. Fortunately, he didn't seem to have suffered any hardships. He didn't look like he was in his previous life, and he could grow up ten years old by fighting. Now her father is still as powerful as the same shape, and on his angrily angrily face, his eyes are still full of glare.

"Dad misses my little A Ning too..."

Chen Dingshan hugged his daughter, and his eyes couldn't help but feel warm. He was not a good father. His little A Ning was almost ten years old, but he had only been with her for two years. She had grown up so old. In a few years, she would get married and become a child of someone else's family. Every time he thought of this, he felt angry and uncomfortable for no reason.

Yes, his little A Ning will not get married. In the future, he will marry a husband to his daughter. If he sees him, who dares to bully him? If he dares to touch a hair of A Ning in his family, he will break his head.

The twist on his face also scared Shen Qingci. Shen Qingci stretched out his young hand and patted Chen Dingshan's face. Those who may dare to move Chen Dingshan's face and dare to challenge Shen Dingshan directly, except for Shen Qingci, there is absolutely no other person in the world.

"Dad, are you thrusting in the face?"

Chen asked innocently, and Chen Dingshan's eyes twitched again and started laughing quickly. Even if he smiled, it was quite scary for the child.

"No, you're wrong," he pinched his daughter's face, "Little A Ning, what were you doing just now?"

"Don't share the money." Shen Qingci patted Chen Dingshan's arm and signaled her to come down.

Chen Dingshan carefully put down his daughter, and then pulled her two small braids. He really grew up, but he was still a childish one. He really didn't want his daughter to grow up. If she grew up, she wouldn't want her father in the future.

"Dad, look," Shen Qingci placed the tent cloth in his hand in front of Chen Dingshan.

There are only 500,000 taels on the tent cloth.

Why, so little? Since the military rations I sent to him last time, it has been a year or two. No matter what, I have to save about one million taels. Also, there are so many boxes here, which is more than 50,000 taels, right?

"A Ning, did you calculate something wrong?" he asked his daughter.

"No," Shen Qingci was serious, "Dad's military expenditure will be reduced in half in the future."
Chapter completed!