"Our eldest son is already so difficult. If the old lady leaves and leaves the eldest son alone to face all this, she will be afraid that Zhang Luo will not be able to eat three meals a day. What should I do?"

The old lady said, as if she was about to be moved by her words. She couldn't help but wipe her tears, and she also revealed her true feelings.

And I have to say that this woman also poked Qian's heart.

Qian can go back, but she goes back desperately, but she cannot ignore her son. She has always had high expectations for this son, and of course she has always regarded herself as the old lady. 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 are all things that are brainless. They usually know how to compete for favor, and they don’t know how to care about her daily life.

Indeed, she could not go back to Beijing. If she went back, what would she do if she had no one to take care of her in the future? If she was hungry, how would she receive the Song family's family tradition in the future?

And Xie, who was outside, couldn't help but curl his lips.

Yes, Song Mingjiang's body is not even a person with a heart. He found seven women for him, but there was still no one. So if you continue to look for it, she wants to see what is a person with a heart in the heart of this old guy?

Could it be that she herself is the kind-hearted person?

If this is true, then why should I get married to my son? Isn’t it enough to just keep my son?

She was despised, but she couldn't show her face, so she could only endure it. The other concubines naturally had bad expressions and were thinking in her heart.

This old lady Song was just talking to them.

Of course, it also added that the reason why Song Mingjiang was demoted was also implicated on them.

But what does this have to do with them? Each of them was found by Qian. Now that something happened, they blamed the innocent people, and only an old thing like Qian could do it.

Mrs. Song sat outside for a while, but every time she thought of her son, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She felt even more distressed when she saw the women in front of her, especially Xie and her ugly daughter. If Song Mingjiang hadn't cared so much about the daughter Xie was born, she would have kicked Xie's demise star out long ago.

The more Qian looked at these people, the more uncomfortable he felt

If you deliberately make these women uncomfortable, you will not lose her own eyes.

There are also people cleaning inside and outside the house.

But Mrs. Song still felt uncomfortable, especially in such a dilapidated place, is this still the county government office or the county magistrate living? And the place where the county magistrate lives is still bad?

Yes, the place where the county magistrate lives must be impossible, but we also need to see who has lived there?

Xie Yougui is the kind of house that can be settled. The money he greedy for is kept well. Anyway, he will never spend any money on it in a place like the house.

He never thought he would be a county magistrate in such a small Ning County for the rest of his life. As long as he praised him for his money and then he could be transferred to another place to promote him.

Since it is impossible to be a county magistrate for a lifetime, what should I do for building these things? He didn't want to spend money on himself, but in the end he was all cheaper. So what was the house like when he came, and it was still the same after he left.

And so far.

The previous county magistrate left to the next one, and there was such a semi-new courtyard.

This is indeed too simple for those who are used to living in large houses in Beijing.

Song Mingjiang pushed open the door of the study, and when he saw the table inside, he really felt bad.

The Censor was so smart that he had collected the money and handled the case. He also promoted his post and promoted his title, but there was nothing here, so the emperor really gave him a very big hot potato. If he couldn't do it well, let alone the black hat on his head, even his life might be difficult to protect.

He walked over, put his hand on the table, smeared it gently, and it actually smeared a piece on the table.

Isn't this someone has been here for a long time?

He bent down and blew on the table, blowing up some dust on the table. This is why people come in to clean it, and then put the books he brought on on the bookshelf.

Song Mingjiang remembered his first high school student, and at that time everyone would say that his future was limitless.

He has real talent and knowledge, and he also leans on the Jun Palace. No matter what, the Jun Palace will support him, and then his official career will surely rise to the top.

But now, he knew that the so-called success in the world also required a certain amount of connections and luck.

Tanhua, who was the same as him, had the second place. One of them entered the Hanlin Academy and the other was promoted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Now they are all important ministers in the court and are also quite trusted by the emperor.

But what about him? He became a seventh-rank county magistrate in such an unknown place.

I think it's really ridiculous.

But since it is ridiculous, why can't he laugh? Yes, he can't laugh, nor can he laugh. All he can laugh is his own tears.

Is this retribution or something?

Even he himself didn't know...

He turned around and saw a little girl of four or five years old standing at the door. The girl was silly and honest, not delicate, with very sparse eyebrows, big eyes, but her nose was a little too tall.

Such a look will not look too good on anyone, but it can be a little cute when grown up with a child.

Song Mingjiang quickly stretched out his hand to the little girl.

"Sister, come here to my father, and my father will teach you how to practice calligraphy."

After Song Mingjiang said that, the little girl hurriedly ran up and stretched out her little arm for her father to hug her.

The child’s mind is the most sensitive. She knows clearly who is sincere or false to him, likes or hates him.

The child likes the most is this father. The one she fears the most is Qian's grandmother.

Song Mingjiang held his daughter and asked her to sit on his lap. Then he asked her to hold a pen and write words stroke by stroke.

He was very satisfied with the words written by the young girl. Although they were a little childish, they could be said to have neat strokes.

For a young man who is only four or five years old on the right, such a word is already valuable.

Song Mingjiang touched his daughter's little head and praised her. Finally, there was something that could make his master feel more relieved. Although his daughter looked no better than others, the handwriting was written well.

"You're so much like your father."

Song Mingjiang pinched his daughter's little face.
Chapter completed!