Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Old Marquis Cheng sighed, staring at the delicate blue and white on the porcelain Gu, he couldn't help being a little lost. He didn't know what to think, and asked, How old is the eldest girl this year?

The two girls are the same age, fourteen this year.

It's fourteen years old, and it's time to get married in another year. Lord Cheng lay on his back on the pillow and sighed, It's time to talk about the husband's family. If the fourteenth or five-year-old can't be booked, it will be better when you get older. It's hard to say kiss. The two girls are already engaged, and they will be settled for the rest of their lives. Only the eldest girl has been delayed by the divorce. Now high-level people are picky, and we don't look down on low-level marriages. It's really difficult.

After Mr. Cheng finished speaking, he also sighed with emotion. She was obviously a girl who did everything right, but she ended up in such an embarrassing situation because her husband broke off the marriage. Lord Cheng felt even more embarrassed when he remembered that she had embroidered the prince's birthday speeches.

Old Marquis Cheng sighed deeply. He glanced at the elegant blue-and-white porcelain again, and his heart gradually became biased.

Come on, open the hidden compartment.

When everyone in the Cheng family heard the news, they rushed to the Fuli Courtyard. When Cheng Yujin came over, Mrs. Cheng, Princess Qingfu and others were already there. She saluted Qingfu, then walked to Mrs. Cheng's side, and helped Mrs. Cheng to sit down: Grandma, why did you suddenly call everyone over at night?

Mrs. Cheng's face was heavy, and she said, Your grandfather said that the family property will be divided.

Cheng Yujin's brows moved slightly. At this time, an old servant came out, bowed to the crowd, and said, Old madam, uncle, madam, please come in.

Chapter 29 Makeup

When I heard that the family property was going to be divided, everyone in the house was quiet. Mrs. Cheng walked in first, Cheng Yujin followed behind the Lord of Qingfu County, she happened to be standing next to Cheng Yuanjing when she entered the room, Cheng Yujin immediately stopped, took a step back, and said very filially, Ninth Uncle, please.

Cheng Yujin now can't wait to offer Cheng Yuanjing as an ancestor. Cheng Yuanjing glanced at Cheng Yujin and entered the door first. Cheng Yujin followed closely, and when she entered Old Marquis Cheng's house, her eyes subconsciously fell on the mahogany closet, and she looked away as if nothing had happened.

The ward soon filled with people, and Old Marquis Cheng was lying on the bed. Seeing that everyone was coming, he said, I have a few days to live. Now that God is fine, let's separate the family property clearly.

Cheng Yuanhan said, Dad, what are you talking about, your body is still tough.

This kind of remarks, Old Marquis Cheng found it funny. His sons were looking forward to his death the most. The boss had something to say, but when the second child was like this, he still had to pretend. Cheng Laohou didn't care about it, and said: My brothers will settle accounts, while I'm still here, I can still control you, and tell the family property as soon as possible. I won't wait for me to die, you guys will fight for a little money and let outsiders see jokes. .

Cheng Yuanxian and Cheng Yuanhan were both embarrassed, and Old Marquis Cheng coughed, and continued: Our family's title is the second generation, if I die, the eldest can still inherit the same generation. The grace of the saint. I will do my best, and you can go for the rest. After the eldest takes the title, the ancestral fields will belong to the eldest, and the second family will continue to live in the Hou’s mansion, but the middle-income family will be managed by the daughter-in-law of the big house.”

Cheng Yuanxian nodded quickly and said, Father, I can save all of this. My second brother and I will honor our mother well in the future.

This is the consensus. Mrs. Cheng is still alive, so of course the two brothers cannot be separated. Cheng Yuanxian has long known that the title of the marquis belongs to him, the public land belongs to him, and the old age of his parents also belongs to him. What people really care about is the division of property.

Sure enough, Old Marquis Cheng took a rest for a while and continued: Except for the property of the Hou's residence, the duke has three shares of silver, and the eldest, the second and Jiulang each take one. Large items are even converted into silver, and the three are divided equally. .

Cheng Yuanhan was anxious when he heard it: Divided into three parts?

Cheng Yuanhan and Ruan Shi originally thought that the family property was divided into two. The big house has the public land under the name of the Houfu, and they have taken the big head. It doesn't matter whether they are divided into two or three, but for the second house, the difference is big.

Cheng Yuanjing said almost immediately: No, let's divide it into two.

Cheng Yujin scolded these idiots in her heart, what is the difference between two copies and three copies? Of course, the silver prince of Yichūn Houfu does not take it seriously, but if the prince takes one of them, it is equivalent to admitting that he is a member of the Houfu. With this level of relationship, how much can he repay to the Cheng family in the future? But if the big room and the second room are divided, then Cheng Yuanjing will have nothing to do with the Yichūn Houfu.

It's a pity that everyone in the Cheng family doesn't know Cheng Yuanjing's identity. Cheng Yujin has something to say, but he can't say it. She could only cough lightly, pretending to say unintentionally: The elders don't dare to say no. Since it's what my grandfather wanted, we, the juniors, should naturally obey.

Cheng Yuanjing lowered his head and swept towards Cheng Yujin, who immediately lowered his head. Cheng Yuanhan glanced at Cheng Yujin displeasedly, and said in his heart that she was obviously her own daughter, but she was raised with a blank eye by the big house. It is really ignorant to speak slanderous words at such a time.

Old Marquis Cheng looked at Cheng Yujin in surprise. Qing Fu frowned, and whispered in his voice: When the elders are talking, don't interrupt.

Cheng Yujin replied in a stern voice, Yes.

Cheng Yuanjing said in his heart that he really knew how to settle accounts. He had no intention of mixing with the Cheng family's property. Just their thousands and hundreds of taels were not considered money in Cheng Yuanjing's eyes. Cheng Yuanjing kicked the ball back gently and skillfully: Cheng Yujin is right, the elders don't dare to say no to the gift. Combine my share and count it as my eldest niece's makeup.