Mingwei never expected that this eldest cousin would do such a big thing quietly.
She took the receipt written by the fourth master and looked at the thick box of contract notes, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while.
Ji Ling still had that unapproachable face and said: "Mingliu is dead, so we can't make a fuss about my aunt's affairs anymore, otherwise people will say that we are pushing our limits and we will not be justified. These properties will be with you in the future."
, the Ming family can no longer control you."
At this point, I still feel a little bit guilty: "My cousin is incompetent. He said he wants to seek justice for you, but he can only go so far."
No, cousin, you are not incompetent at all!
This was originally what Mingwei planned to do. No matter whether the Ming family was exterminated or whether they were rich and powerful, she didn't want to take advantage of the Ming family anymore. It was just a bit troublesome to write the letter of renunciation. She was still thinking about it. How could she have known that Ji Ling would do it like this?
Done.
And these properties...
"Cousin, these things are wrong." She pointed to the box.
Ji Ling had no idea about the Ming family's property. When the fourth master and Ming Sheng brought the account books to settle the accounts, he paid attention to the faces of the second master and others. Seeing that they were extremely envious, he guessed that the fourth master had nothing to hide.
When Mingwei said this, his face became serious: "Why, it's missing?"
"No, there are too many." Mingwei opened the box, pointed out the items one by one, showed them to him, and then converted them into silver taels.
As the numbers got bigger and bigger, Ji Ling's serious face flushed with excitement.
To say that the Ji family has fallen into decline is not to be polite. Back then, Mrs. Mingsan had to do some embroidery from time to time to supplement her family income. After Mr. Ji went to high school, the situation got much better. But living in the capital was not easy, Mr. Ji
He was not doing very well, and his salary was only enough to support a large family.
So, Ji Ling has never seen so much money!
"That's all." Mingwei put down the last land deed, "Based on the market price, the total is 380,000 taels. Cousin?"
Ji Ling came back to his senses, coughed, and asked her, "Are you accurate in your estimate?"
Mingwei said: "When my mother and grandma were settling accounts in the past, I often watched from the side. Even if there was an error, it should not exceed thirty thousand taels."
"There are so many..."
The Ming family is not a big businessman, and none of the descendants after Prime Minister Ming have ever been high officials. Ji Ling did not expect that they would have such a big family business.
Ming smiled. Not too much, a truly wealthy family would have a fortune of millions at least.
When Prime Minister Ming followed Taizu to conquer the world, it was easy to earn money from wars. Even though he was a civil servant, he also shared a lot of spoils. In addition, the rewards from the founding of the country, as long as the descendants did not ruin the family and managed it well, it is normal to have so much wealth.
.
She flicked the deed paper: "The Ming family has two bedrooms, and the eldest bedroom will get more property. These things probably make up most of the second bedroom's property."
"My cousin is saying that Ming Si also took out his share?"
Mingwei nodded.
Ji Ling quickly calmed down and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation of the Ming family is not optimistic."
He also thought that Jiang Wenfeng's crime of letting Ming Si go home might not be serious. Now seeing what Ming Si did, it was clear that he was using this matter to transfer the family property.
"Your fourth uncle treats you kind of sincerely."
Once these properties are transferred, they have nothing to do with them. If the Ming family really raids their homes in the future, they will not leave.
Mingwei said: "Fourth uncle still has some sense of conscience, and fourth brother..." She sighed, "These things had nothing to do with him originally, but it was a pity that he thought wrong."
The cousins talked some more, and finally Ji Ling said: "I went to the Yamen earlier to inquire about the news. Mr. Jiang has almost taken care of these matters. Cousin, you should also pack them up so that you can go to Beijing."
Mingwei nodded: "I am a witness in this case. I'm afraid I have to go to Beijing with them. My cousin will have a hard time along the way."
Ji Ling waved his hand: "It's just a small matter."
Two days later, Mingwei made arrangements and invited Ji Ling to escort Mrs. Mingsan's body to Baoling Temple for cremation.
Mingwei knew that Mrs. Mingsan's soul had been reincarnated, so she was not sad. Ji Ling, on the other hand, shed tears along with Aunt Tong and others.
Finally, the two of them placed Mrs. Mingsan's ashes in an altar and performed a ritual ceremony on the spot.
On the other side, Yang Shu sent news that they were leaving for Beijing.
…
"It's all put away, be careful!" In the room, Grandma Tong directed the little girls to do things.
Su Jie walked in with a smile, saw several boxes lined up, and said: "Mommy, do you have to take these with you? The lady said, only bring the necessary things. If you need anything when you go to the capital, then
Just buy it.”
Mother Tong said: "No matter how easy it is, this is still a long trip! What's more, I still go with an official. I have to accommodate those adults on many things, so I can't save it."
After the incident in the mourning hall, Aunt Tong gradually recovered. She was originally mentally ill, but now Mrs. Ming's grievances have been redressed, and Mingwei has severed ties with the Ming family, so she no longer needs to miss her.
Su Jie looked at the increasingly full boxes and always had a bad feeling.
This premonition soon became true.
"What? Miss won't take us to Beijing?!" Bing Xin shouted.
If this were normal, Aunt Tong would definitely say that she was incompetent, but now she also wanted to ask this question.
Mingwei said softly: "It's not that I won't take you to Beijing, but that we will leave separately." She had promised Mrs. Ming San, so why would she ignore them?
"You also know that this trip to the capital is unusual. Strictly speaking, I am the daughter of a guilty minister. I was originally escorted to the capital. It is not appropriate to bring so many people with me."
"But how can it be done if there is no one around, young lady?"
Ming smiled and said: "How come there is no one? Duofu is coming with me, she is enough. There is also a cousin escorting me, so what should I worry about?"
She added: "What's more, my mother's relics need to be brought to Beijing. Who else can I trust besides grandma?"
These words comforted Nanny Tong. She said reluctantly: "Young lady has grown so old, and she has never left the slave girl!"
Ming smiled slightly: "When we arrived in the capital, we were still together."
After comforting Nanny Tong, she privately told Bing Xinsujie: "You guys walk slowly along the way. Don't make Nanny tired. Just bring whatever you want with you."
The two girls looked at each other and couldn't help but smile: "I understand, miss."
So, on the day she went to Beijing, apart from the necessary clothing and supplies, Mingwei only brought her mother's urn.
Before Nanny Tong could make a fuss, she immediately discovered that other members of the Ming family were treated even worse.
They couldn't even prepare their own cars, so they had to squeeze into the big cars transporting prisoners' families.
The normally noble masters and ladies have all had their respectable skin torn off.
Those ferocious officers and soldiers made them clearly realize that the Ming family had really committed a serious crime. In the past few days, it was only Mr. Jiang who showed mercy to maintain the appearance of glory.
In comparison, Ming Wei, who still has personal freedom, is much better, so why not stop doing it?