New widow

"This will trouble Uncle Eleven." Suqiao used the money and old stories to test Master Eleven. Now that Master Eleven offered to send the five thousand silver, Su Qiao did not refuse. Necessary, I just said this with a smile.

After saying this, Suqiao sighed softly: "The five thousand silver coins have been accounted for, but the fifteen thousand taels of silver have not yet been found."

Fifteen thousand taels, the sky is high and the sea is vast. Mr. Shiyi only remembers that he only got an extra ten thousand taels of silver. I am afraid that the extra silver will be divided by the accountant and the others. But Master Eleven couldn't say these words. He just hesitated for a moment and then said bravely: "Maybe some of the money was transferred to me by the accountant." This was what Su Qiao was waiting for. After all, Mr. Eleven is a man who wants to protect himself at first glance. It would be nice to wait for Mr. Eleven and the accounting gentlemen to bite each other.

"Third sister-in-law, there are cases where the accounting gentlemen put the accounts on other people's heads in order to settle the accounts." Mrs. Song Wu's words seemed to be an excuse for Mr. Eleven. Su Qiao had already nodded: "In that case, Then go to the Yamen with someone and tell the matter."

Master Shiyi suddenly felt like a thunder exploded above his head, so he went to the Yamen and told the matter. This was to tell the accountants that he had thrown them out, but who knew whether the accountants would throw him out too? Pull it out?

The accountant is different from the servants and maids. They are good people, and the superiors in the hall should listen to what they say.

But Master Shiyi has already said what he said, so naturally he can’t take it back, he’s just thinking about it

son. Su Qiao had already said to Master Eleven: "I'm looking for you to come in today, just to ask this question. Since Uncle Eleven has nothing to ask, then Uncle Eleven will go back and rest first, waiting for Eleven Auntie is fine, bring Auntie Eleven in again."

What Master Eleven wanted to do at this moment was to go back and think of something, preferably to stop the person who was going to the Yamen to say this, so Master Eleven hurriedly saluted and left in a hurry.

"Oh, I never thought it would be him." After Master Eleven left, Mrs. Song Wu sighed. Su Qiao patted Mrs. Song Wu's hand and said, "In this world, there are too many people who know others well but don't know their inner feelings. Besides, sometimes, giving too much may actually arouse greed in others."

Giving too much will only arouse greed in others. Mrs. Song Wu smiled and said, "It's just what leaks out from between the fingers."

"If you take too much, someone will want what you are holding." Suqiao reached out and pressed her forehead: "From now on, you have to think carefully about what kind of rules the clan will have."

"If you want to think about it, it should be the third sister-in-law who thinks about it. It will be my turn." Mrs. Song Wu smiled and said to Su Qiao. Su Qiao only smiled faintly. For a moment, Su Qiao felt that she and the Duke's Mansion were not the same. Out of place. Even though before her eyes was the glory and wealth that countless people hoped for, Su Qiao wanted to escape from it all.

Suqiao would not say these words to others. She could only keep these thoughts in her heart and wait for one day, maybe this worry could turn into something else.

When Mr. Eleven returned home, he went to rummage through the box. Mrs. Eleven was doing needlework there. When she saw Mr. Eleven rummaging through the box, she couldn't help but come over and ask:

"You went through the box to prove it?"

"Where did you put the 5000 taels of silver I gave you last time?" Master Eleven said this. Mrs. Eleven was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "With so much silver, I naturally have to hide it. But this silver , didn’t you say that you have taken a fancy to a farm and want to buy it and use it as a place for us to retire in the future?”

"We can't do it now. We have to return the 5000 taels of silver." What Mr. Eleven said made Mrs. Eleven scream out: "What do you mean, we have to return the 5000 taels of silver? We didn't steal it." of."

"Those silvers were originally asked by Third Brother to let me go buy corals. Unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived at the beach, news came that Third Brother had passed away. I didn't buy the corals, so naturally I had to return them." Master Eleven's words made Mrs. Eleven unhappy. He said: "We have worked hard to go shopping, and there must be some benefits. How can we pay back all the five thousand silver?"

"Do you still want your son to become your heir?" Master Eleven scolded, and Mrs. Eleven sighed: "That's all, since you said so, then I have to do this."

"A small impatience will ruin a big plan. Don't worry, the five thousand silver will be returned. When our son becomes a British prince, the silver will naturally be returned." Master Eleven comforted his wife. Mrs. Eleven then showed a smile: "This is a good idea, but when will we see our son become a British duke?"

This question made Master Eleven hesitate for a moment, and then he smiled: "Soon, soon, soon."

His son will definitely become a British Duke, and three generations of his ancestors are worried about this matter.

And no matter how hard you work, you can never fall short.

The housekeeper took the accounts to the Yamen. Before he handed the film in, he saw Mr. Song coming out. When he saw Mr. Song, the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings to Mr. Song."

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Song felt that the housekeeper should not be here, and he couldn't help but frowned. The housekeeper hurriedly said respectfully: "A few days ago, Madam asked me to check the accounts, and it turned out that there were many deficiencies. Now, Madam. Send me all the evidence."

"What?" Mr. Song couldn't help but raise his voice, but the housekeeper was still so respectful: "It is indeed Madam's explanation. Mr. Song, you still..."

"You are not allowed to go in." Mr. Song said quickly, and the housekeeper couldn't help but look at him: "I don't understand what Mr. Song said."

"This matter, this matter, is just a family matter. Why should we bring it to the Yamen? Forget it. This is to make these accountants hate our Duke's Mansion." Mr. Song almost said He said through gritted teeth. The housekeeper still stood there: "But this is the madam's order."

"You come back with me, and I'll go see my third brother and sister. You can't do this." Mr. Song thought about it and asked the housekeeper to follow him back quickly.

Before the housekeeper could say a few more words, Mr. Song had already said loudly: "Why, you don't even listen to me. Do you know that the third brother and sister have no sons, and in this family, there is always an heir."

Everyone knew that Mr. Song wanted to send his son to be his heir. At this moment, the housekeeper heard the threat in Mr. Song's words and hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes, yes, Sir.

You are right, it is a small confusion, a small confusion. "