Chapter 717

"The eldest son of our family is already in such a difficult situation. If the old lady leaves, leaving the eldest son to face all this, and even three meals a day, I'm afraid that there will be no meals, so what can I do?"

The old woman said, as if she was going to be moved by her words and cried, she couldn't help but wipe her tears, revealing her true feelings.

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

Qian can go back, but she can go back regardless, but she can't ignore her son. She has always had high expectations for this son. Of course, she has always been an old lady, and 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 were all arrogant and mindless things. On weekdays, the city knew how to compete for favor, and she didn't know how to take care of her son's daily life.

And indeed, she can't go back to Beijing. If she goes back, what will she do if she has no one to take care of her in the future? If he is starving, how will he be received by the Song family in the future?

And Xie Shi, who was outside, couldn't help but pouted.

Yes, Song Mingjiang's body is not a person to like. This is all for him to find seven women, but there is still no one to like, so if you continue to look for it, she has to see, where is it? In the hearts of old things, what is a person with a heart?

Could it be that she herself is that sweet person?

If that's the case, then what kind of marriage is to be given to the son, and it is enough to just keep it with his own son.

She was contemptuous in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face, so she could only endure it, and the other concubines naturally looked bad, and they were thinking about it in her heart.

This old lady Song was referring to Sang and scolding Huai about them.

Of course, the reason why Song Mingjiang was demoted was also added to them.

But what does this have to do with them? Each of them was brought back by the Qian family. Now that something happened, it was all innocent people like them. Only an old man 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. Seeing the group of women in front of her was even more distressing, especially Mrs. Xie and her ugly daughter. Song Mingjiang cares so much about the daughter born by the Xie family, and she has already kicked out the death star of the Xie family.

The more Qian Shi looked at these people, the more uncomfortable his heart became.

She deliberately wanted to make these women uncomfortable, but she also avoided the loss of her own eyes.

There are people cleaning the inside and outside.

But Mrs. Song still felt uncomfortable, especially in such a dilapidated place. Is this still the county government office, or the place where the county magistrate lives, and where the county magistrate lives, how can it be worse?

Yes, the place where the county magistrate lives is definitely not likely to be bad, but we also need to see who has lived here?

Xie Yougui is the kind of man who can make up his mind when he arrives at the house. The money he greedily obtained is all well hidden. Anyway, there will never be a place like the house to spend any money in it.

And he never thought that he would be a county magistrate for a lifetime in such a small Ning County. As long as he praised enough money, and then combed through it well, he could be transferred to another place for promotion.

Since it is impossible to be a county magistrate for a lifetime, what do you do with these things? He didn't want to spend money himself, but in the end, it was all cheaper for others, so what the house looked like when he came, it was the same after he left.

And so far.

The previous county magistrate left such a semi-new yard for the next one.

This is indeed too simple for those who are used to living in the big mansion in Beijing.

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

Lord Censor is so smart, the money has been collected, the case has been settled, and he has also been promoted to the rank, but there is nothing here, so the emperor really gave him a rather big hot potato, one can't be fixed , not to mention the black gauze hat on the head, it may not even save his life.

He walked over, also put his hand on the table, and wiped it lightly, and actually wiped a smear on the table.

This is a long time no one has been here, right?

He bent down and blew on the table, blowing some of the dust on the table, so that people came in to clean, and then put the books he brought on the bookshelf.

Song Mingjiang remembered when he was the No. 1 champion in high school. At that time, everyone would say that his future was limitless.

He has real talent and learning, and he also relies on Prince Jun's mansion. No matter what, Prince Jun's mansion will always support him, and then his official career will be smooth.

But only now did he know that the so-called steady progress required a certain amount of connections and luck.

There are second places in the same exam with him, one was admitted to the Hanlin Academy, the other was promoted to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and now they are all important ministers in the court, and they are also quite trusted by the emperor.

But what about him? But it was in such an obscure place that he became a seventh-rank county magistrate.

Come to think of it, it's really too funny.

But since it is ridiculous, then why, he can't laugh, yes, he can't laugh, and he can't laugh, all he can laugh out is his own tears.

Is this retribution, or what?

Even he himself didn't know it. .

He turned around and saw a four- or five-year-old girl standing at the door. The little girl was naive, not delicate, her eyebrows were very sparse, her eyes were not too big, but her nose was a little long. too high.

This kind of appearance will not look too good on anyone, but on a child, it can be a bit cute.

Song Mingjiang hurriedly extended his hand to the little girl.

"Eldest sister, come over to my father, and my father will teach you how to write."

After Song Mingjiang finished speaking, the little girl hurried over and stretched out her little arm for her father to hug.

The child's mind is the most sensitive. She knows who is sincere or fake, likes or hates him.

And the person this child likes most is the father, and the one she fears most is Qian's grandmother.

Song Mingjiang hugged his daughter, and also let her sit on his lap, and then let her hold a pen and write stroke by stroke,

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

For a young man who is only four or five years old, such a word is already commendable.

Song Mingjiang touched his daughter's little head, and then praised her again. Finally, there was something that could make his master feel better. Although his daughter looked no better than others, the handwriting was also inaccurate. Difference.

"You look like your father."

Song Mingjiang pinched his daughter's little face.