Song Qingyan was only twelve years old, but her eyebrows already had a sharpness that shouldn't be expected at this age. Her little face, which had not yet grown, was red and she was glaring angrily.
Song Qinghuan smiled and wanted to pick up the tea bowl to hide the embarrassment on his face, but when he reached out to scoop it up, it was empty.
Although the Song family has declined, it still has some property, but not much.
Song Wende was a scholar and a poet, and was not used to taking care of those general affairs. After so many years, he didn't even check the accounts twice, and his income was naturally worse than the previous year.
For a prosperous family, power, reputation, and money are all indispensable.
Song Qinghuan originally thought that Xiaoyun's housekeeper would have a good hand. If these industries were taught to her, although she wouldn't be rich in money immediately, at least she wouldn't let those greedy people in charge lose everything.
I just didn't think about it and just said something, which made Song Qingyan so angry.
"How presumptuous, is this how you talk to your sister? My mother has taught you for so many years, but it's all in vain."
Xiaoyun's face was ashen, and she was angry and distressed when she saw Song Qingyan's look.
When Song Qinghuan mentioned the existing property of the Song family, her heart skipped a beat, but she had always been very tolerant towards her stepsons and stepdaughters. Even if Song Qinghuan had any plans for the Song family, it was fine, but she could never let her daughter run away like this.
Sister's.
The little maid serving tea heard the commotion in the house and did not dare to go in for a while. She just stood on the porch in a polite manner.
"Mom, I don't blame my sister, it's me." Song Qinghuan flicked his sleeves, changed the subject and said to Ta Xue, "Bring the things here."
It is really no wonder that Song Qingyan and Song Qinghuan said that Song Wende and Song Youyu were losers. In fact, the original Song Qinghuan was not much better.
Xiaoyun was always cautious around her stepson and stepdaughter. Song Youyu's methods were low-level, either overtly or covertly, but the original Song Qinghuan's methods were much smarter.
Whenever someone sent a message about a banquet, Song Qinghuan always had a way to ask Xiaoyun to buy her new clothes and jewelry without asking.
My father-in-law had a fixed amount of money, so he didn't have a lot of money to manage it for her, so he used Xiao Yun's dowry as a subsidy.
When Song Qingyan was young, she saw her brothers and sisters asking for this and that, but she didn't want anything. When she was a child, she was naive and thought her mother was partial, but when she grew up, she realized how hateful her brothers and sisters were.
When Song Qinghuan got married, her family gave her everything she could. Now that she had not recovered her breath, she never thought that Song Qinghuan would mention the Song family's property again, so she just thought that this sister was trying to figure out what was left in the family.
He was very angry.
Song Qingyan was so angry that her face turned red and her neck thickened, and Song Qinghuan did not explain herself. It turned out that the real eldest daughter of the Song family had done a lot of scandalous things, and now there was no use in explaining it. It would only take time to see how people would react.
Texue put the things redeemed in the past two days on the kang table and opened several brocade boxes one by one, but Xiaoyun was shocked.
She didn't recognize the various things in the brocade box, but she didn't mention the inkstone and the scroll rolled up.
The mutton-fat jade bracelet and the eight-treasure necklace were both saved by her aunt as a dowry for her. With the Song family in decline, her dowry was worth a lot, and the last few items were kept close to her heart.
Originally, she was reluctant to take the plunge just because Song Qinghuan would look good when she got married, but now...
Song Qinghuan chuckled: "I know that these are the beloved things of father and mother, but they were left outside for various reasons. My daughter couldn't bear it, so she specially redeemed them, even if she keeps them as a souvenir."
"My mother loves me dearly, and Qing Huan knows it. Over the years, Qing Huan's ignorance has made her mother suffer."
She stood up, knelt down in front of Xiao Yunshi, and kowtowed sincerely.
Xiaoyun was so flattered that she didn't dare to accept the courtesy. She quickly stood up and helped her: "You kid, what are you doing? Now that you are the princess, you still give me such a great gift, so you are not trying to offend me."
The corners of his eyes were already filled with tears.
"Even if I am a princess, I am still my mother's daughter, and my mother can afford it."
Xiao Yun was really kind. Song Qinghuan came from drowning and had a fever for three days and three nights. She stayed with her naked day and night. Even when she got well, she only asked about her welfare and kept a diary every day. She was nothing more than a biological mother.
"Weasel pays New Year greetings to Rooster." Song Qingyan snorted coldly, pointed at the redeemed things and asked aggressively: "These things that were pawned for you and for my brother, what does it mean that my sister sent them back today?"
Then he said: "I have been housekeeper for many years. Let's not talk about how much money I have paid. Now if you want to use these things to plan for the family's remaining property, I tell you, it is a dream."
After thinking about it for a while, I was afraid that my words were not serious enough, so I added another sentence: "Unless you step over my corpse."
Song Qingyan's words were extremely serious, and Xiao Yun's face suddenly changed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Song Qingyan was so aggrieved that she burst into tears: "Mom, you have worked hard for the whole family for so many years, and you have been kind to your brothers and sisters with all your heart, but what have you gained in the end?"
Xiaoyun didn't feel aggrieved at all, but she was a concubine, and she married into the Qibei Houfu just for her sister and her children.
Song Qingyan told her these grievances, but Xiaoyun refused to admit it, but she also burst into tears, biting her lip and unable to say a word.
Song Qinghuan stood there, feeling uncomfortable, but no matter what she said at this time, it was wrong.
He twitched his lips and had no choice but to quietly exit the house and go to the Fushou Hall of the old lady of the Song family.
Texue Xunmei followed behind, and the three masters and servants left Shuyun Pavilion. Xunmei couldn't help but said: "The second girl's temper is really getting worse. Why are we girls the ones who can't stand waiting for you?"
"Say less, no one will think you are mute." Texue glared at Xunmei, looked at Song Qinghuan's back and lowered his voice: "Don't you see that the girl is unhappy in her heart? Why don't you open the pot?"
pot."
Although the voice was lowered, every word fell into Song Qinghuan's ears. She actually chuckled and said, "You two are the only ones who don't think the master is ugly."
He added: "It's my fault. It turns out that I always embarrass my mother for my own selfish reasons, regardless of the situation at home. My sister deserves to be upset."
After Song Qinghuan said these two sentences, he smiled again. Looking at the depressed situation of Qi Beihou Mansion, he felt a little emotional in his heart. He paused and asked, "Where is the eldest young master?"
Knowing that Song Qinghuan wanted to look for Song Youyu, Ta Xue asked people to inquire as soon as she entered the house. Now she was able to answer questions and said repeatedly: "I said I came back at dawn. I am resting now. At noon."
There's also a dinner party."
Song Qinghuan responded, rolled his eyes, lowered his voice and murmured a few words to Ta Xue.
Xunmei, who was listening attentively on the side, looked surprised, blinked and asked, "Girl, has the young master offended you recently?"
