Wei Ziyuan was drowsy and saw the man and woman he didn't want to see the least, walking towards him. He grinned and pressed a thousand-pound stone on his heart.

My body couldn't move, and I couldn't breathe. Finally, I screamed with "Ah!" and woke up in a hurry with sweat.

It was bright and it was afternoon.

Wei Ziyuan still felt that his heart was pressed by heavy objects, and he couldn't get up even if he remembered it. He turned his neck hard, but his eyes met an old lady with a frosty face, sitting upright beside the bed.

"Ah" Wei Ziyuan shouted again. This was the first time that my mother had visited her dormitory. Her heart was still feeling blocked. She raised her head with difficulty, and then she saw clearly that there was something pressing on her heart!

Wei Ziyuan was shocked and afraid and said, "Sheep! Is evil a goose?!" Wei Ziyuan forgot that he had already suffered a stroke, and now half of his face was still paralyzed. When he spoke, he had a crooked mouth and air leaked.

The old lady still understands her son's words, probably asking: Mom, what is this?

The old lady sneered, walked over and lifted the pocket on Wei Ziyuan's mouth: "The thing that blinds the heart, see what this is!"

Wei Ziyuan tilted his head and looked at his mother's open pocket. There was half a bag of millet inside: "Sheep, do silver make marks? (Mom, what are you doing)"

"Have you given your conscience to the mung bean fly?" The old lady reached out and slapped Wei Ziyuan, which made Jin Xing'er appear in front of her. It didn't hurt because it was the unconscious half.

"What is your wife doing wrong? Is it unfilial to her parents-in-law, or she didn't give birth to a son for you, is it greedy or is it causing trouble? You are better, the business is getting bigger and bigger, and you want to throw your wife into the middle of the road!" The old lady opened her bow from left to right, slapped the other half again on the face.

This pain made Wei Ziyuan vent his anger: "Sheep! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep is so cruel! (The child is wrong)"

"After walking a few trips to the south and earning a few stinky money, you forgot how many steamed buns you have eaten?!" The old lady sat directly on the edge of the bed and was clamoring her son. Seeing her son's broken appearance, she felt a little reluctant, but she gritted her teeth and said, "You have been wandering all these days, and you twist and twist and pull a thin donkey back!"

Of course Wei Ziyuan knew what his mother was talking about, but he didn't understand where his mother learned about it: "Shu Yan knew it too... (Song Lian also knew it too)"

"If Big Foot hadn't heard Changgui mention this incident by chance, we would have been kept in the dark by you! Just think that your business has been unhappy recently, and you are always drunk a few days ago and only gets cold at night!"

Dajiao is the mother's mother's side, and Changgui is the manager of Wei Ziyuan.

"Shuyan..."

"She didn't know. She went to the shop to make a reconciliation early this morning," sighed. "I can't bear to let her know. It's not worth it for a dirty donkey."

Wei Ziyuan then breathed a sigh of relief: "Sheep, Xilai."

The old lady knew that he wanted to sit up, so she held him and leaned against the bed: "How much did you buy that donkey?"

"Mountain, mountain fairy. (Three thousand)" Wei Ziyuan didn't dare to look at his mother's eyes. In fact, the huanniang bought it for 5,000 yuan. "Sheep, don't want it anymore, you can't let it go, you can't let it go! (I don't want her anymore, I'll starve her to death when I close the woods)"

"You are willing to starve her to death?" The old lady looked directly at her son.

Wei Ziyuan hurriedly avoided his gaze, and couldn't bite his lip even if he wanted to bite his lips. Half of the corner of his mouth drooled, "Ha, I'm pregnant with a child."

"You dare to ask for the miscellaneous lamb under that donkey!" The old lady slapped Wei Ziyuan's head, "Do you lack a son or a daughter? Have you drunk her yellow soup? You are rushing to be a turtle father for the wild breed she has laid!"

Wei Ziyuan thought of Mr. Shangguan, and was not sure who the child belonged to for a moment. When he got angry, half of his face twitched.

The old lady was silent for a while and sighed, "I took her a bowl of medicine. The child died early and was born early. I hope to be in a innocent belly in the next life!"

Wei Ziyuan squinted half of his face and stared at his mother in a daze, suddenly feeling that his mother was actually doing the right thing.

The old lady said after a while: "Do you still remember what that half bag of millet is used for?"

Wei Ziyuan frowned and thought for a while: "Wu Yide. (I don't remember)"

The old lady pointed to the other two items that were placed in the house, a winter melon and a basket of eggs.

"I originally wanted to put all these things on you so that you can taste the weight well, but I was afraid that it would be crushed to give up."

Wei Ziyuan looked confused and didn't know what his mother meant.

"The male beast really forgot about his nature." The old lady has always been rough, but Wei Ziyuan felt that her mother was right.

Wei Ziyuan was raised by his mother since childhood and was beaten a lot, but this time it was different from the usual. For the sake of the lamb, Wei Ziyuan regretted it so much that his intestines were blushed. Five thousand taels of silver was ruined. If the cuckold on his head was known to the business districts in Kyoto, then the Wei family would not have to stay in Kyoto.

"That donkey named Shangguan is still thinking about robbing us of business. Fortunately, there are Ruicai and Lin Ge'er. These two children have the brains to find a mistake in Shangguan's business and let that donkey roll out of Kyoto in shame!"

"Did the gray girl and the ye'er know?? (The daughter and the child know)" Wei Ziyuan suddenly became anxious, his face was swollen and purple. It was not embarrassing to find an outdoor room. The most embarrassing thing was that he even put a cuckold on the outdoor room.

"They don't know, they just think it's a donkey cheating in business."

"Ga..." Wei Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his wife and children didn't know about this. Thinking of this, he felt more and more sorry for his wife.

"If you want to say that these two children have better business methods than you, it is better for the eldest daughter-in-law to teach her."

"Thin, thin." Wei Ziyuan nodded repeatedly and looked at the winter melon that was rolling on the ground, "Sheep, this thin..."

"A basket of eggs, half a bag of millet, plus a winter melon," the old lady looked at Wei Ziyuan seriously, "These are all the betrothal gifts you married Songlian back then."

Wei Ziyuan was frozen there and wanted to cry.

The old lady continued: "Our family was poor at that time, and there were only a few things as brides. When my daughter-in-law got married, she didn't complain. She farmed and worked steadily, served her parents-in-law, and gave birth to children! If you want to buy books and paper, she saved the money from buying flower cloth to buy you these things! If you want to go out to do business, she is like a man and follows you all around the world!"

Wei Ziyuan couldn't say a word, he just felt that regret was hard to bear.

"This is the wife you married with rice and eggs!" The old lady suddenly clenched her fist and beat her son hard. "Look at the skinny donkey you took back from the Qinhuai River for thousands of taels of silver! You still bought her a big house? How many years have our family lived in a small yard? You bought a big house for one! You deserve to die just this!"

"Hi! (Damn it)" Wei Ziyuan nodded.

"I sold the donkey."

Wei Ziyuan wanted to ask where it was sold, but he didn't dare to ask.

"Sold to the second pig in our village." The old lady said lightly, "There is no such lure in Kyoto now, and if she wants to sell it, she really can't find a place. She is so troubled that even if she sells it to someone as a girl, she will have to make things uneasy."

Erzhu, Wei Ziyuan still remembers this person, who was a butcher in the village. He married five or six wives, but he beaten away. Erzhu was a little confused. He once hooked his wife back with an iron hook with meat hanging on it, and half of her legs were ruined. The wife's family even reported to the official position, but later Erzhu couldn't marry her wife again.

Erzhu also has an old lady, known as a cruel woman. She can kill a pig alone. If you see a dead puppy on the village road, you will peel it and set up a fire and roast it on the side of the road. No matter whether the dog is sick or not.

It is said that the ruthless woman beats her daughter-in-law even more ruthless than her son.

If Huanniang falls into their hands... Wei Ziyuan tilted his mouth and smiled: "Huahuo..."

"I remember that the cruel woman had supplemented our pig skin for food back then, so I took it as a reward for his pig skin!" The old lady smiled, "The cruel woman was so happy when she came to pick up the people. The skinny donkey was not willing. The cruel woman was also worried that her daughter-in-law was too beautiful and uneasy. She shaved a poke on her face before taking it away."

Wei Ziyuan grinned and felt pain when he heard this.

As the two of them were talking, a girl came in and said, "The two young masters are here."

The old lady asked, "Where is the eldest sister?"

"The eldest girl went out before she could. I heard that there was a priest who applied plasters in Jingxi. She was the best way to treat 'salpitations'. She put thirty plasters on the plasters to cure them. The girl went to Jingxi to buy plasters for the master!" This girl was also a child brought by her wife from her hometown in Handanzhou, and she also called facial paralysis "salpitations".

"Can you send me a dead person? (Do you treat your hands)" Wei Ziyuan couldn't help asking.

The girl didn't understand for a while and didn't dare to ask.

The old lady said, "It's not bad if you can cure your face first, just treat your hands and arms slowly."

...

In a private room in a restaurant in western Jing, Ruicai looked at the man in front of him with expressionless expression.

The man was dressed elegantly and had a romantic figure. He just wore a big hat and was pressed down low, making people unable to see his face clearly.

Ruicai took out a silver note and pushed it to the man from the table: "It's done well, add 500 taels."

The man glanced at Yinzhao: "Thank you. As I promised before, I will leave Kyoto today and will never come back within three years."

Ruicai nodded: "We don't worry about the young master. It was because of the young master's reputation that he spent a lot of money to choose the young master."

The man in the hat took out a small brocade box and put it on the table: "This is her private gift, and it should be returned to it all."

Ruicai didn't look at the brocade box: "This is what the young master deserves." No matter how expensive the skinny horse's things are, I don't want to touch them.

"Then I thank the girl." The man in the hat put away the brocade box.

The matter has been completed, Ruicai stood up and said, "There will be no future."

"If you see each other again, you will only do it and don't know." The man in the hat also stood up and watched Ruicai leave the room until he left.

The man in the hat whistled, and a white horse ran to the window of the restaurant to wait. The man turned over and jumped out of the window, rode a white horse away.

In the twilight of early autumn, a clear flute sound breaks through the blue sky, making everything fade.

...

"I just don't understand which one wrote the curtains on the pleasure boat that night?" Xiaoxiao also had something to do. His parents said that those words had been skilled in decades and should not have been written by young people.

Ruicai said: "Anyway, it was not written by Shangguan Yu. These words were like his outfits, and he bought them himself, so we didn't interfere."

"His name is Shangguan Yu?"

"Of course not." Ruicai teased, "There is not much real for such a person. Even if he has a real name, he may force himself to forget it."

Xiaoxiao knew that Ruicai and his daughter had already had this idea when dealing with Shouma, but she never expected that the man they arranged was Shangguan Gongzi who played the flute and ordered the crane to dance.

Xiaoxiao feels like how to use a slaughter to kill a chicken?
Chapter completed!