Full of love

Song Ci was mixed with Mrs. Song and sat on the Arhat bed, feeling the warm temperature in the house, and sighed.

Although it was a bit unlucky to come through ancient times, she was a wealthy old lady at least. If she was dressed as a refugee who was waiting for porridge to flee, she would probably die on the spot.

"Mother, you have tea." Mrs. Song diligently presented Song Ci with a cup of tea.

Song Ci took the tea and glanced at her: "Is this heart still?"

Mrs. Song's face turned hot, she sat down and smiled angrily: "Mother, just laugh at my daughter-in-law. You have eaten more salt than I have eaten, so I have to learn from you."

Song Ci chuckled, not saying anything.

This eldest daughter-in-law is born with a noble family and is strange to learn from an old farmer, and she doesn't take it seriously.

"Today my mother really taught my daughter-in-law a lesson. In the past, my daughter-in-law didn't know that my mother was so eloquent and could speak." Mrs. Song carefully pleased her.

She was really shocked by Song Ci. When she saw the victims and listened to her words, she even worshipped her mother-in-law as Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering.

Song Ci took a sip of tea, put the teacup on the kang table, and said, "I have always been vulgar and have no knowledge, and I always speak straightforwardly, so I can't call it a good eloquence."

Mrs. Song: "Mother, you are burying me."

Song Ci sighed and looked at the door. Song Ruqi came over with some account books. Mrs. Song intended to train her, and this time she was in charge of the porridge shed.

At this moment, she came over with the account book to ask for advice. Seeing the two of them talking, she came in and saluted them, without disturbing them, and stood quietly.

After going to school, academic scholars and progress.

Song Ci changed his impression of this spoiled granddaughter in his heart, and looked back at Mrs. Song and said, "I'm not trying to destroy you, but I have to ask you for dislike. A background is destined to be aware of yours. This is always true. You are born in the Marquis' Mansion and enjoy wealth. What you see is naturally different from what I am from a farmer."

"Mother……"

"Don't get up and apologize. I'm tired of doing this, so let's chat." Song Ci stopped her up and said, "What I said just now, you can't refute it. The things I'm destined to see are different levels of things."

Mrs. Song was silent for a moment and nodded.

"So you think it's okay to use rice when serving porridge. It's better to get a reputation than to be gossiped about. What I think is that while getting a reputation, how to really help the victims in need is actually the easiest point of putting themselves in the shoes of a person and feeling it. If you look back, someone will make you a bowl of brown rice porridge and you will know."

Mrs. Song was stunned.

"Gu, our Song family is well developed, but there is no need to always put its position at the highest point. It is okay to lower it a little bit. If no one passes you a ladder down, what do you want? Wouldn't you be able to get off the platform by yourself?" Song Ci compared the distance between the Arhat bed and the soles of her feet and said, "The position is not high or low, you can both go up and down. Isn't that good?"

Mrs. Song was a little stunned and thoughtful.

Song Ruqi, who was standing beside her, also seemed to understand something.

Song Ci picked up the teacup again, glanced at the two of them, and raised his eyebrows.

If the people of the Song family are clear, they will have higher levels of looking at problems and fewer disasters.

Alas, she wanted to train everyone in this family to be politicians who can play with their minds so as to avoid the nightmare in her dreams. However, she was a scumbag and could only see how much they could understand.

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