My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Even if the canal transportation issue was difficult, there shouldn't be no news. Song Qingcheng sent someone to inquire and asked them to tell her immediately as soon as they got any news.

Nanny, "I don't know if the uncle can come back on New Year's Eve as promised. This is the first time the girl will spend the New Year with the uncle."

The entire Chunhe Hall was hung with red lanterns a few days ago, adding a lot of festive atmosphere to the whole house.

But after all, there is only one mistress, Song Qingcheng, in the entire Chunhe Hall, so it is not as lively as when it was in the General Zhenguo's mansion.

If they were at the general's mansion at this moment, they would have already started making dumplings. The dumplings for New Year's Eve are usually made by General Song and his wife, as well as Song Qingcheng's two brothers, symbolizing a happy and festive new year with a happy family.

However, Song Qingcheng was the only one who had never been exposed to family life since childhood and was best at making trouble by narrating. At that time, General Song always treated Song Qingcheng as a child and always kneaded dough for her and asked her to play aside.

The second brother always teased her, and even though he was still a teenager, he would always prepare a huge amount of lucky money for her when she was in the first grade of the new year! ! ! !

Song Qingcheng felt that all the beautiful memories in her mind seemed to be very far away from her. This was the first year she had lived in this world since her rebirth.

It really feels like a lifetime ago.

"Miss, you don't look very well. Are you worried about your uncle? Your uncle is so capable, he must be too busy to spare the time to deliver the letter."

The nanny thought that Song Qingcheng was worried because Pei Huaizhi was in the capital for the New Year and not only could he not accompany her, but she also had no idea what he was doing. Little did she know that Song Qingcheng, who was reborn, was just lamenting the fate that had played tricks on her.

At this moment, the servant knocked on the door outside.

The nanny went out and came back soon with a letter in her hand. There were only three simple words written on the envelope: Pei Huaizhi.

The plain letter paper is just like Pei Huaizhi himself.

"Miss, look what I said. My son-in-law has sent me a letter. Now you don't have to worry anymore!"

Song Qingcheng smiled helplessly, her worries about Pei Huaizhi were confirmed.

She took the envelope and saw the contents inside were cleaner than her face.

I only saw the two words "Wu Nian"!!!

Don’t read it!

He thinks so much! She doesn't think so much!

However, these two words were indeed Pei Huaizhi's. He would recognize them even if they were burned to ashes, because she had specially copied his handwriting in her previous life.

Since it is a handwritten letter, it proves that Pei Huaizhi is fine.

But it’s just two words and you have to write a letter of your own. If you don’t mind the trouble, why not just ask someone to pass on the message verbally?

Although Song Qingcheng was not particularly worried about Pei Huaizhi, Pei Huaizhi was now half her god of wealth. Now that he knew she was fine, putting aside the love between men and women, she became even more worried.

However, compared to being concerned about Pei Huaizhi's safety, she wanted to know more whether the court had made a decision on the grain transport issue.

Pei Huaizhi was so smart. He knew that she was concerned about the grain transport, but he didn't say a word about it. When he was in Jinling before, every time he replied to her letters, he would report every detail back to the capital.

Now it has become a snore without a mouth.

Song Qingcheng felt that Pei Huaizhi must have done it on purpose, just because she had said before that he bought the vacant land next to the Tongzhou River by coincidence, so this was too childish!

snort!

Song Qingcheng gave the letter to the nanny, who skillfully took it and put it in a lacquered wooden box, which was already full of other things.

Song Qingcheng once asked the nanny what she was saving all these for. The nanny said that in the future they would be the beautiful memories of her and Pei Huaizhi's youth.

When you open it and read it, it will be more precious than real gold and silver.

Song Qingcheng still remembered what she said. This was just a pile of waste paper. How could it be more valuable than real gold and silver?

If you are really poor, even if you take this whole box to the market, you still can't exchange it for a single white flour steamed bun.

It is rare for Madam to still be so innocent at her current age.

Song Qingcheng felt that it was probably due to the influence of the fortune of the entire General Zhenguo Mansion. It seemed that except for her father, other people in the mansion were relatively simple-minded in some matters.

Believe in the creed of treating sincerity with sincerity.

There are two things in this world that cannot be looked at directly, one is the sun, and the other is a person's heart.

Fortunately, the sun is still hanging high in the sky, showing everything clearly. However, people's hearts are hidden behind their stomachs, and no one can completely control other people's hearts.

The nanny is old and has her own way of dealing with people and things. She doesn't insist that an old nanny over fifty years old live the rest of her life according to her values.

It's good to be ignorant and enjoy life while you can. After all, she is here now and she can handle everything.

"Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. In the past, my mother took care of everything. Now that I'm married, let's practice making dumplings today. Yes..."

Song Qingcheng missed such festive instructions very much, and asked Qiuyue to prepare the ingredients, and everyone in Chunhetang made dumplings together.

"Miss, you can just take a rest and let the maids come."

Chunhe said with a smile, pursing her lips.

Song Qingcheng hadn't said that she wanted to make dumplings, and she heard Chunyu say, "Xia Heda must be afraid of the young lady. After all, when she was in the general's mansion, the fillings of the dumplings she made were exposed."

After the nanny put the letter down, she happened to hear the maids talking, so she laughed and scolded, "You guys are so disrespectful that you are making fun of our girl. I will beat you up!! "

As he said this, he picked up the rolling pin on the table and pretended to hit someone.

Chunyu, Xiahe and the others were not afraid at all. They laughed and hid away. For a moment, the whole Chunhe Hall became lively.

"Alright, alright, you damned girls!"

After all, the nanny was old and couldn't even reach the corners of the little girls' clothes. After catching her breath, she told everyone to stop making noise and come and make dumplings quickly.

Qiuyue is good at studying food and has already prepared everything needed.

Song Qingcheng's maids have different strengths. Except for Qiuyue, the other three only know some basic things.

Qiuyue selected some red, green and colorful vegetables, fruits and melons, crushed the colorful vegetables with a pestle, and used gauze to squeeze the juice into a bowl.

There are seven or eight colors: red, yellow, green, and purple.

Qiuyue asked in confusion, "What are you doing with all this soup?"

Others looked over as well.

Song Qingcheng had already prepared the climbing arm and was eager to try. Seeing this, she said casually, "Qiuyue is going to use these vegetable juices and flour. The dumplings she makes will be healthy and good-looking!"

"Oh! How did you know that, girl?"

Hearing this, Qiuyue looked at Song Qingcheng with admiration.

Song Qingcheng suddenly realized that she was...