Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen's young couple live a loving life behind closed doors, and good things are coming to the Song family's old house.

Mrs. Song has been walking with her back straight for the past few days. She was afraid that others would not know that there was a scholar in their family. You are dead, and we will be exempted from the tax on the three acres of land in the future. Your uncle is doing well! I said that reading is useful. If you went to study back then, you must have made a lot of money."

Song Jingwen chuckled, smelling of copper all over his body, "I can't feel as comfortable studying as I am earning money now, and I can count money while sitting at home."

Mrs. Song couldn't hold back her face and smiled. Seeing that Song Jingwen was still walking unhurriedly, she pouted, "The two of you have come here. I wonder why you haven't arrived yet. I'm going to pick you up."

Song Jingwen handed over the chocolate in his hand, smiled and put his arms around Mrs. Song, "I'm here to eat something ready-made. If I come early, my wife is going to work in the kitchen. I can't bear it. Look at my wife's hand." It’s white and tender, so pretty.”

Mrs. Song rubbed her lips and said angrily, "Oh, I forgot to have a baby after marrying a daughter-in-law."

"Grandma, why are you still jealous. I packed two cans of hand oil for you. Did you use it properly? Let me check it out." Song Jingwen took Mrs. Song's hand shamelessly and boasted , "Hey, what kind of beautiful woman with a closed moon and shameful flowers is this."

No wonder everyone said that Boss Song's mouth is so sharp, if you praise you, you can't touch things, if you scold you, you will be so angry.

The wrinkles on Mrs. Song's face gathered into a ball with a smile, she patted his hand in feigned anger, and said with a smile, "You are the only one who is better at raising a wife than you. If these words make the two of you My aunt has to trouble you again when she hears about it."

Xie Feng was so ashamed that he had nowhere to stay, he wanted to dig a hole and get in, warmed by something in his heart, he hooked Song Jingwen's finger behind Mrs. Song's back, greasy crookedly.

Mrs. Song coughed, glanced at the two of them, pretending she didn't see them, and went into her room with chocolates in her pocket.

She has come to experience, the smaller the things that my good grandson brings, the more valuable, the more precious.She has to hide it well, so that the greedy one can't touch it.

Song Jingwen and Xie Feng went to their previous room and did not come out until dinner was served.

The protagonist at today's dinner table is Song Shilin and Song Xiucai, Song Xingping is so happy, he even drank a few more glasses of wine, and even brought everyone in the family to drink together.Mrs. Song and several daughters-in-law also drank a few cups, all of them looked happy.

Hu Xiu deeply felt that she had turned from the dark to the bright, and now not only was her nephew the big boss, but her fourth brother was also a scholar!Doesn't the Song family have both Qian and Quan?The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she couldn't sit still with her big belly, urging her man to learn more from them.

Song Jingwen stopped the wine in Xie Feng's hand and fed it into his mouth, then turned around and asked Song Shilin's plan, "Are you going to get the state examination next? Try to get a candidate, even if it's not Xie Yuan, you can get Ya Yuan is back."

Song Shilin nodded maturely, "I have already made an appointment with my friends to attend Qiu Wei together. It's still early, and it won't be too late for me to go to the state capital when the exam starts."

Song Shilin's big kid appearance made Song Jingwen laugh, he leaned lazily on Xie Feng's shoulder, "I heard from my father-in-law that after being admitted as a scholar, don't you have to go to the academy in the state capital to continue studying, and then take the exam Don't you need to go to the academy?"

Song Shilin's face was reddish, and he refused, "It's okay to read books everywhere."

Song Jingwen didn't think so, and shook his head, "If you have a good teacher to help you, you still won't be able to study it by yourself. If you are determined and don't want to go to the state capital, you can learn from Brother Feng's father."

Xie Feng pulled Song Jingwen's sleeve embarrassingly, "Did you forget that my father went to the state capital? He went to look for my mother again."

Song Jingwen suddenly came to a sudden, and said with a smile, "You wait until Mr. Xiang finds a way to help our father, otherwise if you look for a needle in a haystack like him, the day lily will be cold."

Mrs. Song was taken aback when she heard the words, and asked Song Shilin with wide eyes, "Why don't the academies in the state capital do anything, and the family is not in a situation where they can't afford money anymore. You can just study."

Song Xingping wasn't drunk yet, and urged, "Pack up your bags and go to the state capital, don't delay at home."

Song Shilin blushed, and rubbed his feet on the ground unwillingly, "It's the same for me at home."

Song Shilin is a bit of a dead man, he feels that his nephew has earned money to support the family, and he is still spending his parents' money, so he feels uncomfortable.

Song Jingwen explained in a few words, "Don't worry about so much, if you become a high-ranking official, our whole family will be proud of it. You are now an initial investment, and you will pay back later."

Song Shilin was ignorantly fooled by Song Jingwen, and under Mrs. Song's tough attitude, he had no choice but to agree to go to the state capital to study, and he was bound to win the exam and return.

Song Jingwen patted him on the shoulder and said in relief, "Don't be too stressed. I'll hold a teacher appreciation banquet for you at the 'Xianghuan' Restaurant one day, and have a good talk with your classmates. In the future, someone will guarantee you for the exam. Don't worry about it. It was not pleasant."

Song Shilin was obviously older than Song Jingwen, but he was arranged clearly by his nephew like a child.

At night, fireflies appeared in twos and threes. Song Jingwen was sitting on the swing chair with Xie Feng in his arms.With a kick of his long legs, the swing creaked and swayed, driving the flowers decorated on it, and the intoxicating fragrance filled the air.

Song Jingwen lowered his head and sniffed Xie Feng's loose hair, caressed Xie Feng's phalanx unconsciously, touched his chin and asked, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Xie Feng was confused by his endless questions, and said blankly, "Where are we going? Aren't we just outside now?"

Song Jingwen grabbed a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingers with a smile, and explained, "I mean to go to other places, let's go to Jia country first, and when the battle outside stabilizes, we will go to other countries to see Customs."

Xie Feng opened his watery eyes, and there was a faint light in them, looking forward to it. He had never been out of Ningchang Town except for going out to sea with Song Jingwen.

Song Jingwen continued, "Using what we call travel, newlyweds are going on their honeymoon, should we make up for it?"

"Old husband and wife," Xie Feng curled his lips, and said inappropriately, "It's not good to be so nonsense."

After Song Jingwen kissed him, he loved to see his awkward little appearance, and the swing became more and more swaying.

Xie Feng looked at Song Jingwen eagerly, and asked tentatively, "What do you think?"

Song Jingwen closed his mouth on purpose, and seeing Xie Feng pick at the corner of his clothes in a hurry, he hummed casually, and laughed out loud, "Who said we are not doing business, we are going out to do something serious The guy Cha Jinwu sent us a letter asking us to go to Kyoto to escape the summer heat, but this must be nonsense."

One is that the solar terms are not yet in full swing, and the other is that it is better to enjoy the coolness in their small courtyard than to go to Kyoto to escape the summer heat, and you can also go to the mountains to wash in the cold spring water.

Xie Feng snorted and said in surprise, "What else is there? Isn't his name Bai Jinrong?"

"Called, told us to go to the White Mansion to steal people out, I'm afraid that's the main purpose." Song Jingwen rubbed Xie Feng's waist, and was counterattacked in an instant.

Xie Feng lay on his body, with his legs spread across Song Jingwen's waist, and he smiled eagerly, "How do you steal it?"

"I'm kidding you," Song Jingwen gasped, and said again, "Brother Bai slipped out by himself, let's just give him a lift."

Xie Feng was discouraged, and then he thought of something and became happy, "I need to prepare more food, Bai Jinrong hasn't seen it before, just give him a piece of chocolate."

Since the last time Bai Jinrong was detained and returned home, he has not shown his face, and he was really locked at home.

Song Jingwen blindfolded his eyes and praised, "Our little ancestor is really generous. He is not in a hurry. He will leave in ten days. He happened to go to see how the business in the capital is. This joint activity has not been held in the capital. That’s right. The Kyoto side is a tough nut to crack, but it probably touched someone’s interests. The big fish eat the small fish, and our store was suppressed.”

Xie Feng jumped off the swing anxiously, Song Jingwen also stood up and stretched, and showed him the account book.

The pimple between Xie Feng's brows became tighter and tighter, and he said suspiciously, "The business in the capital can't be deceived by someone. Seeing that your boss has never been to it once, it must be fooling you."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal and spread his hands, "There is such a possibility, so let's catch them by surprise and give the stores in Kyoto a big shakeup."

Xie Feng twiddled the brush absently, and said in thought, "Then let's bring the most novel things over there, and we must impress them."

Song Jingwen covered his mouth and couldn't help laughing out loud. He pointed to Xie Feng, tilted his head and sneered ruthlessly, "Little cat, haha, stop moving, the more you touch it, the more dirty you are. Rolled around in the mud?"

Xie Feng raised his hand to touch the ink on his face, bit his lips aggrieved and angrily, and when Song Jingwen came to wipe him with a wet rag, he quickly slipped into his arms.

Song Jingwen fell on his back with a look of lovelessness, smiled and watched Xie Feng making trouble in his arms, and couldn't help raising his hand to touch the other's eyes.

The next day, when Huahong was doing laundry, she had a headache while carrying the two ink-stained coats.What kind of game did the owner play again, and it was dirty.

Song Jingwen's factory is getting bigger and bigger. He sells things here, and the villagers of other villages follow suit. Every day seems to be an agreement, and they bring their own green goods and pickled pickles to stay at Song's house. around.

Song Jingwen didn't expect them to be so smart, and by the way, they also drove the economic development of the surrounding villages. He was very happy to watch everyone make a fortune together.

Because there are too many people coming and going to Shipo Village, many people complain that the road is difficult.When it rains, it is even more unspeakable, and most of the people who come here are from the city, and the trousers are stained with mud, which makes people feel depressed.

The village chief was thinking about building roads, but road building has been a big deal since ancient times. It requires both money and people, and it can't be solved with just a word.

This road construction is not a matter of one village. Shipo Village is on the only way from other villages to Ningchang Town, so you have to ask the village chiefs of other villages to discuss it together.

It can't be the road built by their village, and it would be a loss for others to walk casually.

The heads of other villages kept crying about being poor, "Song Jingwen in your village makes a lot of money, let him pay for the repairs."

Song Zhihe first became dissatisfied, "How can there be such a reason in the world, who would dare to say that they are rich?"

The meeting broke up unhappy, but someone really went to Song Jingwen to mention it, and was invited out by Xie Feng with a cold face.

Song Jingwen watched his grandpa smoking cigarettes anxiously, and suggested, "You just say that those who build the road will pay for it, and those with money will pay for it. When the road is repaired, there will be a monument of meritorious deeds."

These days everyone cares about reputation, which is something that lasts forever, and didn't they all say that those who have no money can pay less.

Song Zhihe clapped his hands and applauded. Ban, who was also preparing to take over from his father, was going to be the village head. He spread the news, and many people donated willingly.

Song Jingwen himself paid 40 taels of silver, which can be said to be the largest portion. No one has the face to point at his spine and say that he is stingy and stingy.

Regardless of the process, the result is good.Not only the road in Shipo Village has been repaired, but roads in other villages have also been repaired along the way, and the entire countryside of Ningchang Town has taken on a new look.

The biggest beneficiaries of the reputation of this road construction are the village chiefs of the villages, and Song Jingwen is the biggest beneficiary in terms of benefits.Once the road was repaired, he set up a bag station at the junction of several villages, and a distribution station in Ningchang Town.

Song Jingwen hired three skilled men to escort the package, "You just need to wait under this tree every day, and when someone comes to deliver something, you should write down the name and address of the sender and recipient, and don't make a mistake." That's fine. There's nothing unsafe on the road, but you still have to be careful."

The three men laughed loudly, and patted their chests to promise, "Don't worry, there is nothing that the three of us can't deliver."

Two taels of silver a month is not considered physical labor, and they are afraid that others will find out their wages and steal their jobs.

At first, everyone tried it out, and found that this bag station is surprisingly easy to use, saving time and effort.You can also let them pick up things from the town, and you don't even have to go there. The cost of delivery is much more cost-effective than going to the town by yourself.

After only two days of work, someone really wanted to cut off the goods, and was beaten by the three brothers until they cried.After that, everyone was more at ease to hand over some slightly expensive things to them for delivery.

Song Jingwen put his right leg on his left leg, grabbed Xie Feng who was packing the package, and chuckled softly, "Hua Bai will clean it up, don't worry about it. Why are you so restless every day, can't bear to come here?"

Xie Feng licked his cheeks, "Are you really going to hand over the bag shop business to Xie An?"

He analyzed on his own, "Although he is my younger brother, is the dowry too big?"

Song Jingwen bit his earlobe, blew in confusion, raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you afraid that their orphans and widows won't be able to support themselves? We don't know when we will come back after we go, this bag is standing right Assuming it was the dowry you left for him, and Xie An paid the wages himself afterwards, I just thought I had an idea. I thought you two got back together, didn't the elder brother let you two get along well. "

Xie Feng pursed his lips, and said with a complicated expression, "Brother An is usually a little arrogant, but he is different from his mother, and he is kind-hearted. That's right, this bag station is obviously yours. It's just a matter of saying, I didn't expect you to prepare such a big gift for him."

When Sun Cui went crazy, Xie An didn't do bad things with him, which made Xie Feng treat him a lot better, but he still remembered Xie An's running on him before!

Song Jingwen knew what he was thinking, smiled and rubbed his head, and said triumphantly, "We went to Kyoto to find a small bag shop. This bag shop is too small, and it's just started. We don't know It is also cheaper for others to do it, so it is better to be a favor and give it to Xie An directly, so as to teach him to be grateful to you."

Xie Feng opened his mouth slightly, but Song Jingwen pushed him to close it.I figured it out right away, the business of this bag store is too small, and Song Jingwen didn't take it seriously at all, "You are too...too cunning!"

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on 3.1 of the first year of Xuanwu

I want to follow my daughter-in-law back to Di Zhuguo to have a soft meal!Don't stop me, just kidding, how could I be such a sluggish person, of course I'm here to do business, mainly to accompany my daughter-in-law on a trip.

But, damn it... My daughter-in-law can swipe her face when she buys things, isn't that... His uncle greeted the store before me.Tsk, this uncle is really difficult to deal with!