Sure enough, Zhao Huimin looked happy and quickly concealed it, "We can't delay the big things outside the house. I heard that many shops had accidents yesterday. I'm going to make arrangements now. Cui'er, please help Madam go back to the room to rest.
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After Zhao Huimin left, Wang Sumei was tremblingly helped by her maid to rest. It was obvious that Su Jianye's disability had a big impact on her.
As for Zhao Huimin, who comes from a scholarly family, she is indeed more calculating than Wang Sumei. It can be expected that in the past, Zhao Huimin only had one daughter, while Wang Sumei had two sons. The family's livelihood relied on Wang Sumei's natal family as the backing. The Zhao family was orphaned and widowed.
He can only speak in the palace.
And this was possible only because the Zhao family had an elder brother who was a government official in Qingzhou Prefecture.
Now, Su Wenting has jumped over the dragon gate and entered Beijing, and will soon become the Princess of Dingbei. Although she is now a concubine, she is still in front of the prince and the prime minister. So Zhao Huimin became active and wanted to do something in the palace.
Things are normal.
After the doctor left, Su Yin stood alone in the room, her eyes flashing and a playful smile on her lips.
In the evening, white strips were hung up and down in the house.
Because Zhao Huimin hurried back to her parents' house in the afternoon and did not come back until evening, the second young master Su Bingcheng wanted to file a complaint but failed.
Then he went to find his mother in a hurry, but Wang Sumei was already too sad and in poor health. When she heard that Su Bingcheng came to the room and made a lot of noise because of a quarrel with Su Ziyin, he was so angry that he fainted.
As for Wang Fu, Zhao Pi and the remaining stewards who were able to speak in the mansion, they all treated Su Yin respectfully. The servants even criticized Su Ershao. Su Bingcheng suddenly became a general without soldiers, and finally got angry.
I made an appointment with some friends to relieve my boredom at Orchid Bath House.
I heard that the eldest lady inquired about her son's whereabouts after she woke up. When she learned that Su Bingcheng had gone out to have a good time and drink, she was so angry that she passed out again.
As for Su Yin, he left the city with his servants in the evening, and a dozen coffins headed for the hillside outside the city.
Instead of wrapping the corpse on a straw mat and throwing it hastily in the mountains as people thought, the corpse was dug, erected a monument, chanted, buried, and burned. All the expenses were paid for by the third young master himself, which made the servants burst into tears of gratitude.
After everything was settled, night fell quietly.
Zhang Laishun knelt in front of his mother's grave and cried loudly. Zhang Daman, an eight-foot-tall man, also fainted from crying. Su Yin looked on and felt very sad.
Returning to the Su Mansion again, the house was still in a state of depression. Every door was covered with white strips. Although paper money was not allowed to be thrown into the house, many servants were hiding in their rooms and secretly burning paper in iron basins.
There was a pungent smell in the house, and the people in charge turned a blind eye.
Early on the next morning, Su Bingcheng returned to the Su Mansion in a sedan chair, drunk and relaxed.
As soon as I got off the sedan, I was startled by the long sea of people in front of me.
I saw a crowd of people in front of the Su Mansion, but they were not as busy as before. They were arranged in an orderly manner, as if they were waiting to receive something.
I sent my personal servant to investigate. The man came back and said in a low voice, "Master, the house is selling porridge on credit."
It is said that many people died in the city after the barbarians plundered them, and many people's food was robbed by the barbarians. Let alone winter, the city was basically at the end of its rope.
"Porridge on credit?" Su Bingcheng's drunken eyes opened slightly and he asked doubtfully, "Porridge on credit? Who asked for porridge on credit?"
"Young master, it's the third young master." The servant faltered in a low voice.