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Jiangzhou.
The autumn rain continued to patter, and Cheng Silang hesitated at the entrance of the alley. Every time he wanted to go out for a walk, he would come to his sister's side.
Although my sister is no longer here.
The sound of horse hooves sounded behind, hitting the bluestone road in the rain. Just by hearing this sound, you knew who was coming.
It is said that this is the most fashionable horseshoe in Beijing. Nail or brand it on the horse's hoof, which can protect the horse's hoof. I don't know who came up with it. After Cao Sancai, Cao Daguan, was the first to use it in Jiangzhou, many people now use it.
Everyone is thinking about shoeing their horses, but the blacksmith shop is not sure yet, unlike Cao Sancai, who is so wealthy that he directly bought two horse shoe masters from the capital.
"Master Shiro!" Cao Da shouted in charge.
Following this shout, Cheng Silang hurriedly turned around.
"Manager Cao, please don't be too polite," he said.
But it was still too late. Manager Cao, who was wearing a fine oilcloth poncho and a bamboo hat, paid his respects respectfully and without any slack.
"Young Master Shiro came just in time, I got a new good tea, and it's a good time to drink it on a rainy day." He said with a smile after the ceremony.
Cheng Silang hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"Is my sister okay in the capital?"
"Don't worry, my wife never has bad moments."
"Did she send a letter?"
"Shiro-kun, my wife doesn't like to talk or write letters."
"That's true..."
The two of them were walking and talking, and when they arrived at the door of their home, they saw two women holding umbrellas and taking them over with a smile.
"Didn't I say before that you can't ask for money? You need our wife's permission." Manager Cao said.
The two women stood up and left without saying anything.
"Yes..." Cheng Silang asked.
"It's the second lady who wants the money, saying it's for the second master." Manager Cao said nonchalantly.
It's time for the second master to be transferred again after his three-year term, so he needs to move around.
"Shiro-kun, please."
Manager Cao's words interrupted Cheng Silang's thoughts. He nodded with a smile and walked through the door.
"Don't give it? Do you need his wife's permission?"
Mrs. Cheng Er asked, looking at the servants.
The maid nodded.
"Bah." Mrs. Cheng Er spat, "Do you need your wife's permission now? In the past, when you were happy watching a show and threw money on the stage, why didn't you need your wife's permission? Also, what about your wife?
She’s my wife!”
She let out an angry breath, picked up the tea bowl on the table, ate it, and spat it out again.
"What tea! Is it for human consumption?" she shouted.
The servants and wives lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. The house today is worse than before...
"We can't separate our families and be dragged down by them..."
Mrs. Cheng Er paced back and forth in the room, angrily.
"Go and tell the eldest lady to send the money to the second master as soon as possible. Can they afford the delay in their future?"
The servants hurriedly got up and went out, hearing the second lady's voice as they walked.
"...Now that our family has been ruined by them, it's up to our second master. Why don't we be smart and quick? Could it be that my second master's future is gone and they are happy..."
The maid quickened her pace and walked away.
"I see."
Mrs. Cheng said.
The servant in front of him did not stand up and leave.
"Madam, please hurry up." They lowered their heads and said.
Seeing the servant woman's attitude, Madam Cheng would be in a daze a while ago, but now she is used to it.
"Go." Mrs. Cheng took the key to the warehouse and handed it to the lady in charge. "After paying the money, send it to the second master."
The lady in charge looked a little hesitant.
"But..." She was about to say something, but Mrs. Cheng shook her head and interrupted her.
"She's right, the future is important. If the future is gone, it's really gone," she said.
The lady in charge responded and went out.
Nowadays, a lot of servants and girls in the house have been sold. At this time, people are leaving and everything is quiet inside and outside.
Mrs. Cheng looked at the bills blankly. She was looking through the account books to see if there was anything else in the house that could be sold.
Her eyes fell on the account book, which was recorded a long time ago, and a strange yet familiar name appeared in front of her eyes.
Zhou Giniang.
Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand and stroked it slowly.
"I listen to my sister-in-law. If you tell me, sister-in-law, I will do it."
A loud female voice said in my ear.
Although he was taught by women in the boudoir, he was from a military general's family, so he was always a bit rough.
At that time, she always felt a little ridiculed and looked down upon, because she couldn't talk but could only do things.
Later, I married this man, who was well-educated and well-educated. He was elegant, well-spoken, and made me feel comfortable no matter how I looked at him.
Now it seems that there is nothing good that can be said! She can only act arrogantly towards her own people, but at the beginning, Ge Niang would only defend herself towards outsiders.
Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand to caress the name and couldn't help but shed tears.
"Sister-in-law, I don't want to die, I can't die, what will Jiao Jiao'er do if I die..."
"Sister-in-law, I think I can't get better..."
Mrs. Cheng leaned over the desk and started crying.
If only Ge Niang were still here, it would be great if Ge Niang were still here.
There was a coughing sound in the hall, Mrs. Cheng stopped crying in a hurry, wiped her tears randomly and got up and looked inside.
"Master, are you awake?" she asked.
But he saw Mr. Cheng on the couch who had woken up long ago and still had a volume in his hand.
"Didn't sleep," he said.
He didn't sleep...that means he heard everything just now.
Mrs. Cheng sat down and raised her hands to wipe her tears. Mr. Cheng did not speak, but just looked at the volume in his hand. Mrs. Cheng stopped crying after crying for a while and asked him what he was looking at.
"Genealogy." Mr. Cheng said.
"What are you looking at?" Mrs. Cheng asked.
Mr. Cheng smiled and pointed at it.
"Do you still remember how your father gave her this name?" he said.
Mrs. Cheng was stunned for a moment, who? She looked sideways.
Cheng Fang.
Who is Cheng Fang?
She looked up again and saw Mr. Cheng Er's name, and suddenly felt a dull feeling in her heart.
"Master, don't look at it and don't think about it," she said with tears again.
Mr. Cheng smiled.
"Why don't you look at it? Why don't you think about it? Things and people that really exist exist. If you feel uncomfortable and sad. If you don't look at it and don't think about it, then it doesn't exist. Can you get over it? The more you encounter this difficulty, the more you must take it seriously and not run away.
Don’t avoid it,” he said.
Mrs. Cheng wiped her tears helplessly.
"But the doctor said, you can't be angry because of your illness." She reminded tactfully.
Once you see that woman being mad at you, you have to be mad to death to be considered good?
Mr. Cheng ignored her and continued to look at the names on the volume.
"Cheng Fang, it was originally a name given to a boy at that time, bright and bright. My father knew that I was mediocre and my second brother was nothing more than that, so the future of our Cheng family depends on this next generation..." he continued.
Mrs. Cheng burst into tears when she heard this.
"But our family's future was ruined in her hands." she cried.
"No." Mr. Cheng said.
No? Mrs. Cheng looked at him with tears and lost a lot of weight. Mr. Cheng, who was originally sick, was silent for several days and looked thoughtful. She also said that she would invite a doctor to take a look.
Is this...crazy?
"Think about it, if she can ruin our family's future, she can also support our family's future. This is actually the same thing." Mr. Cheng said, bursting into laughter at this point.
This is the same truth. It is indeed crazy.
Mrs. Cheng was stunned.
At the same time, Luozhou Government Office.
Mr. Cheng Er was bidding farewell to a middle-aged man with some respect.
"Don't worry, my master is well aware of this matter," the man said.
"This is some hard-earned money. You can take it for tea." Mr. Cheng handed over an envelope.
The man took it without any courtesy.
Master Cheng Er looked even happier.
"Then I won't deliver it myself." He said.
The man nodded and turned around with some understanding.
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to move up there." He thought of something and said, while pointing.
Master Cheng Er nodded hurriedly.
"Thank you for reminding me, sir. It has been sent," he said.
The man nodded and left.
Seeing this man disappear at the door of the house, Mr. Cheng Er turned around with a relaxed expression.
"Congratulations, sir." The two retainers smiled and came out to salute, "This time, the position of the governor of Laiyang is accurate."
Mr. Cheng Er shook his head with some reserve.
"It's not decided yet, it's not decided yet." He said, but there was no undecided feeling in his expression.
"It's settled, Liu Yukun didn't reply, his uncle has already agreed, everything has been agreed upon," the retainer said with a smile.
Mr. Cheng Er smiled and said nothing.
Although he did not get help from Zhang Chun at the beginning, Liu Yukun, whom he met in front of the Zhang family, was a good person. They have not broken off the relationship in the past three years, and his official career was smooth. The most important thing is that his uncle Liu Ping also had a good official career.
This time, if we leave his family's relationship, there should be no problem.
"I finally got the position in Laiyang." The diners also sighed, "Although it's three years late."
When this matter was mentioned, Mr. Cheng's face suddenly darkened.
Three years!
He couldn't help but grit his teeth. He should have gotten this position three years ago, but he didn't know who ruined his future. He wasted three years in vain.
Three years! How many three years can there be in life?
"Okay, sir, no matter what, whatever you wish for will come true." The diners hurriedly comforted me.
Mr. Cheng Er exhaled and nodded. Yes, everything he wished for will come true. He hummed a ditty happily and went in.
In the capital city, Liuneiquan, located in the palace city, was a little deserted. Officials gathered on the path leading to the political hall and whispered, until a heavy cough came from behind. Everyone looked back and saw a solemn-looking official.
"Liu Zhengyan." Everyone hurriedly saluted and said.
The person who came was Liu Ping, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, who knew how to make imperial edicts and was also the judge of the Imperial Academy.
"What a shame." Liu Zhengyan frowned and said.
Everyone was so busy that they all dispersed.
An official invited Liu Ping into the official hall and held up a brochure.
"Sir, I will arrange for you to have a look at this official transfer," he said.
Liu Ping was not polite and turned it over casually. He stopped after flipping through a few pages and reached out to click.
"This, don't move." He said.
The official looked down in surprise, and was even more surprised to see the handwriting mark on it.
"This, this is not you, my lord..." He couldn't help but say.
"What am I?" Liu Ping interrupted him with a frown.
The official was stunned for a moment. Among the officials in the palace, there was no one who was not smart and smart.
"My lord, you are right. We must be cautious during this three-year turmoil and must conduct strict inspections." He said after plastic surgery.
Liu Ping nodded and turned around to leave.
The official stood indoors with a puzzled look on his face and opened the book again.
"Is there a breakdown?" he said to himself.
Someone stood next to me, looked sideways and laughed.
"You are stupid, you don't even know who this person is," he said.
Who is it? The officer looked at the name carefully.
Cheng Dong.
There are so many state and county officials, how can he remember them?
"Cheng!" the official next to him reminded, pointing to the palace, "I just talked about the northwest, and you forgot?"
The official was suddenly enlightened, and immediately his expression changed drastically. He picked up the pen and checked out the name Cheng Dong three times or twice. After that, he added two more strokes and painted out the name. Only then did he feel relieved.
"I still expect to be promoted. With a daughter like this, my family will be destroyed." He murmured.
"That's not necessarily the case." The official next to him said, "The situation in the northwest has not been decided yet."
The official curled his lips.
"The northwest is not her world," he said. "The army is not a common people. Will it make you dizzy after eating some wine?"
That's true.
"But I really want to see how to attract thunder from the sky..."
"I've never seen lightning strike someone with my own eyes."
There was chatter and laughter in the official hall, and the two of them turned to look northwest.
What will happen in the northwest? (To be continued)
