Jiang Mingzhong promised again that after the fifth day of the lunar month, he would give her family a genealogy and hold a funeral for her deceased father in the old house at the seventh day of the lunar month.

He also said that if he had difficulties, he would come to him even if he had no money. He would talk for a while before leaving.

Yuqing took the 200 tael silver and entered the house, and was attacked by He and others.

Everyone has only one meaning, that is, they must be strong and cannot accept the food given by the old house. If they receive this money, they may not have a peaceful life.

Yuqing was calm and calm. After He and his sisters surrounded her and scolded her, she said: "Mom, three sisters, will you not cause trouble for us if you don't accept these two hundred taels of silver?"

He and his three eldest daughters were speechless.

Yuqing smiled slightly: "Since the result is the same, why don't we accept this money?

Moreover, Brother Sheng is the legitimate grandson of the fifth house of the Jiang family. He has the right to Huajiang family's five-household money, and we can feel at ease to collect this money."

As a person, don’t think that money is bad, as it will be difficult to move without money.

Besides, these silver belongs to Brother Sheng, so don’t be careless.”

When Yuchun saw Yuqing say this, he asked, "Silang still wants to compete for family property for Brother Sheng?"

Yuqing waved his hand: "It's fine to fight for family property, but you will be killed by the people from the old house."

How could they fight against the old house? Don’t end up like a golden bean?

But—the appearance of the golden beans was so strange that they happened to appear on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Yuqing always feels that someone is secretly helping her orphan and widowed mother, but who will this person be?

Yuqing was just thinking about it, and He told her that he would bring Yuchun to New Year's greetings today. The old ladies from two families wanted to protect Yuchun's media.

One is Mrs. Li, who wants to tell Yuchun about her distant nephew.

The other is the wife of the patriarch, who wants to talk to the eldest son of Fu Heng, the chief of the Imperial College.

Ask her which marriage she thinks is better.

Yuqing said: "It's all the two old ladies who are wishful thinking. I haven't asked the man yet. It's not too late to make a decision after asking the man."

He said worriedly: "We have no idea about the two young men, and we don't know if it's as good as the two old ladies said."

"This is easy to deal with." Yuqing patted He's back, "I'll take the time to ask Hanshan for the situation of these two people in the past two days and keep a close eye on the elder sister."

He nodded: "It's so good."

The next day, it was light and He took a group of children to the temple to burn incense. While asking for marriage for the eldest lady, he also prayed for the whole family and prayed for peace for the whole family.

It was noon that the family worshipped the Bodhisattva and came back from the temple.

Yuqing sat in the carriage and saw the servant whom Mrs. Li sent to stop the car and deliver the letter yesterday around her door, as if she had something urgent to find them.

I thought to myself, why did this come again?

Seeing her carriage, the servant hurried over and said to Yuqing: "Mr. Jiang, my old lady sent a young man to tell you something? Jindou has found it!"

Yuqing was quite surprised? He jumped out of the carriage and asked, "Where did Mrs. Li find Jindou?"

She thought Jindou had been hit by the old house? She didn't expect that she was still alive.

Is it true as Jiang Mingzhong said? It was Jindou who deliberately hid it to make people misunderstand him?

The servant said, "It was not my old lady who found Jindou, but Tiqi found her? She rescued her."

Yuqing was a little confused: "Why did Jindou seek death? What's going on?"

The servant said, "It's not that Jindou is seeking death, but someone from your five-bedroom house secretly dragged Jindou to the wilderness? When he was about to kill someone to silence him, he was rescued by the passing Tiqi."

Yuqing nodded in a clear way. He was still right. The people on the old house were so cruel and ruthless.

"How did Jindou and the Tiqi, the one who killed her, deal with it?"

"Tiqi handed them all over to Yingtian Prefecture. Maybe the case will be tried after the New Year's Meeting? Our old lady asked you to prepare."

Yuqing thanked me? He rewarded the servant with two handfuls of money and let him go.

He and others applauded, saying that Mr. Jiang's family was blessed by the spirit of heaven, so Jindou was saved, but Yuqing didn't think so.

What about the New Year? Not to mention the wealthy families, even the poor and small families are full of laughter and joy.

But the old house of the five-bedroom house of the Jiang family is shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.

The maids held their breath and calmed down? They tiptoed when walking, for fear of making a sound that caused a disaster for them.

There is silence in the main room? Such silence is scary.

Jiang Mingzhong's face seemed to be stained with a layer of frost, and he paced around the house with his hands behind his back.

Wu was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and constantly tugging them. But he had no intention of chanting Buddha's name at all? He looked at his most promising eldest son with a serious expression.

Jiang Mingxiao stood beside Wu with his hands down? He also looked at Jiang Mingzhong, his eyes full of panic.

After a while, he plucked up his courage to ask Jiang Mingzhong: "The second brother really couldn't send a letter to the cell, so he told Lai Fu and Agui that they couldn't stand Jin Dou's slandering his master, so he wanted to teach her a lesson. Didn't he want to kill her?"

Jiang Mingzhong's face was gloomy and terrible: "Do you think I, a small fifth-rank official, dare to do anything about the case?"

Jiang Mingxiao said with a pale face: "Then...what should I do? If Lai Fu and Agui confessed me, wouldn't I have to go to jail?"

Jiang Mingzhong thought for a while and asked, "Did you instruct them directly or sent someone to instruct them?"

"I ordered the housekeeper Wangcai, and Wangcai also ordered Agui and Laifu to go."

When Jiang Mingzhong heard this, he glared at him: "Since that's the case, what's there to panic about you?

Let Wangcai admit all his sins and teach Wangcai what you just wanted to let those two slaves say to Wangcai."

Jiang Mingxiao responded, "Yes!" wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked out of the main room, and ordered someone to take Wangcai to the conference hall.

Wangcai came tremblingly, and when he saw Jiang Mingxiao, he hurriedly knelt down.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Mingxiao kicked him over and kicked him to the ground and rolled a few times.

"Waste, it's really a waste! If you can't do any small things well, what's the point of raising you!"

Wangcai was kicked to the point of pain in his chest, but he didn't dare to scream, and cried, "Third Master, it's not that the slaves have ruined the matter, but... a man's calculation is not as good as a god's calculation. Who would have thought that he would meet Tiqi? And Tiqi happened to be in charge of this small matter again."

He still hasn't figured it out. Didn't Tiqi specialize in doing things for the emperor? How could he care about such trivial matters?

Jiang Mingxiao shouted sternly: "Shut up, do you want to cry so that everyone can hear it?

What's the use of these? I think you have been trapped in the mansion for many years, so you can run away with these dozens of taels of silver.

Yingtian, you can’t stay there. You can’t walk far away and don’t come back for the rest of your life!”

After saying that, he grabbed a few ingots of silver from the desk and threw them next to Wangcai.
Chapter completed!