New widow

"Madam, you don't know what it's like outside." Aunt Zhou raised her head and looked at Su Qiao: "Besides, what kind of family can my parents find for me?"

In this house, even if there is no husband, he is still well-fed, well-clothed, and served by maids. When I returned home, I had no one to call on, so I had to brave the severe cold in winter to wash my clothes. In summer, it was so hot, I had to go to the fields to deliver food, and the sweat was dried by the sun before even falling.

"That being the case, why did you listen to other people's instigation in the first place?" Suqiao's tone was still so calm. Aunt Zhou felt like there was something stuck in her throat. After a while, Aunt Zhou said: "I'm afraid too, madam. I am scared."

Su Qiao didn't ask what Aunt Zhou was afraid of, but Su Qiao could guess that she was afraid of not having enough food and clothing, and that if Aunt Su became the head of the house, Aunt Zhou's life would be difficult.

Su Qiao looked at Aunt Zhou and sighed softly: "You guys go back first."

"Madam!" Aunt Su called out again, and Suqiao said softly: "Aunt Zhou is just a knife. We need to find the person who holds the knife." Aunt Su couldn't understand this, but she still nodded.

Su Qiao ordered her servants to lift the two of them up and send them back. Mrs. Song Wu was stunned. After a while, Mrs. Song Wu said, "Is there any chance of winning?"

There is a saying that if a broken arm is folded in the sleeve, there will be no shocking things in such a large family, but for the sake of reputation, many families will cover up these shocking things. To avoid being embarrassed if word spreads.

"Your daughter is already married." Su Qiao only said this. Mrs. Song Wu nodded: "But there is still an heir.

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"When the heir grows up, all those things will disappear." With such a big capital and so many distinguished families, who can still remember what happened in the Song family at that time. Mrs. Song Wu seemed to be convinced, but Su Qiao only patted her shoulder: "We'd better prepare for the funeral."

As for the heir, the Song family will probably discuss the selection of another person soon. Mrs. Song Wu nodded, why are these things all piled up together.

Mrs. Eleven took Master Eleven home. The couple never spoke. When they entered the house, Master Eleven said, "Let's go."

"I'll send someone to pack the things." Mrs. Eleven also knew that she had to leave now, whether it was retreat to advance or something else, she had to leave.

Master Shiyi sighed: "Why did things become like this?"

"We still have a chance." Mrs. Eleven comforted her husband, and Master Eleven pressed his forehead with his hand: "Why were they discovered that house?"

Master Shiyi asked himself that he had done everything carefully and never thought that the house would be discovered. Mrs. Eleven pursed her lips and did not answer. Instead, she called the maids and asked them to pack their things quickly. Fortunately, Master Shiyi didn't bring many things back. What's more important was that he put them in the house over there. There were still some things left in other places. There were only some clothes here.

It didn’t take a while for everything to be packed up, and even the car was ready. Just as Mr. Eleven was about to take his family to the car, he saw Mr. Song running over. When he saw Mr. Song, Mr. Eleven’s expression suddenly became ugly. When Master Song saw that Master Eleven and his family were really leaving, he sweated more and more urgently: "Brother Eleven, why are you so angry that you want to leave?"

"Thank you for taking care of me these days, brother. After thinking about it, I must have made others angry because of my purchase for Third Brother, so I just left." Mr. Eleven could only say this in front of Mr. Song. Song The elder's lips opened: "But, but, this..."

"Nephew Eleven, you can't leave." Uncle Song also ran over. When he heard this, he followed Mr. Song to persuade Mr. Eleven. Mr. Eleven was very anxious, but he still couldn't object, and his tone became very aggrieved: "If I don't leave, is there any place for me in this capital?"

"Why is there no place to stay? If you want to leave, you have to wait until your third brother has been buried, the heir has been established, and everything in the family has been settled before you leave." Mr. Song was sweating all over his face. Still there to persuade.

"I think we should simply let the son of nephew Eleven be the heir, so that the woman won't have to worry about it anymore." Uncle Song saw that Master Eleven insisted on leaving, so he said this to Master Song. Master Song only felt that he had done it The sweet dream of so many days was shattered in an instant. Mr. Song looked at Uncle Song: "Uncle Fifth, what are you talking about."

"I said, we have to create an heir anyway, so we just created eleven nephews." For Uncle Song, everyone's children are children, so he doesn't need to worry about it, but the most important thing is that it can create trouble for Su Qiao.

"Fifth Uncle, this is not appropriate." Mr. Song was the first to object. When Mr. Eleven heard these words from Song Wushu, his heart began to beat. When he heard these words from Mr. Song, Eleven The old man put away his joy and said to Uncle Song Wu: "Thank you very much, Uncle Wu, for thinking about me, but I'd better go." After saying this, Mr. Eleven jumped

Get on the shaft and let the driver drive the car out.

"Brother Eleven!" Master Song chased Master Eleven's carriage and shouted several times, but the carriage did not stop and continued to go out.

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Uncle Song's voice came from behind Mr. Song. Mr. Song looked back at Uncle Song, his face seemed to be smiling and crying: "Uncle Wu, this matter doesn't seem to be right. So appropriate.”

"Appropriate?" Uncle Song snorted coldly when he heard Master Song's words: "Then what other appropriate methods can you come up with?"

Mr. Song really couldn't think of any proper solution at this moment, so Mr. Song looked depressed. Uncle Song patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely: "I know what you are thinking, and that grandnephew is also very smart. Smart, but the most important thing right now is the reputation of our Song family."

When it comes to the brothers' feud, no matter what, they have to fold their arms into their sleeves. For the sake of the Song family's reputation, Mr. Song sighed.

Uncle Song knew that Mr. Song was already willing, and continued: "As long as this matter can be covered up, they will all remember your kindness in the future, and your official career will be smoother."

Speaking of official career, Mr. Song's eyes lit up, but then he said softly: "I can't say for sure about official career."

"You are sixty today. Although you are sixty years old, Taigong Jiang only met King Wen when he was eighty years old. Why should you be depressed?" Song Wushu's words made Mr. Song salute him: "Yes, yes, Wushu has taught you a lot, and my nephew has learned a lot." Just go and chase Brother Eleven back."

Uncle Song looked at Mr. Song's back and smiled happily. This family still has to rely on itself.

"Master, just now

Why didn't you agree when Uncle Wu spoke? "