Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

At night, Song Jingwen sneaked out of the house and climbed into the boat in the dark.

Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it.The things on the ship have been moved almost, Song Jingwen deliberately did not find anyone to watch the cargo ship in order to facilitate his actions.

"Tonight, you all go to my new house to stay overnight, and the activity area is limited to the first floor." Song Jingwen originally wanted to throw Cha Yushu and others directly up the mountain, and set up a grass shed to make do with it for the night.But the weather is so cold, if you really want to throw them on the mountain, it is tantamount to watching them fend for themselves.

This was not done well at the beginning, so how could the group of people behind them care about their own affairs.

On the bright side, this can be regarded as adding popularity to the new house, and it will not let people go to the private area on the second floor.

Zha Yushu turned his head lazily. They hadn't breathed fresh air for many days. If he hadn't pressed the people under him, Boss Song's boat would not have moved so lightly.

Reese was not so calm. Although he was shivering from the cold, he still couldn't stop the rampant heart in his chest.

He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, looked up excitedly at the small building on the third floor in front of him, "This is your house, and it's too tall, higher than the surrounding houses. However, it's too eye-catching, It's like a target standing here, and every hit is accurate."

Song Jingwen stepped into the house and didn't let them go upstairs.This villa covers an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, and one floor is enough for this group of people to live in.

Song Jingwen lit several braziers in the house, and distributed the prepared quilts, "The quilts are for you, and you can take them to the mountain at that time. Go out of the house early tomorrow morning and retreat to the mountain first. There are two huts that have been built, and if it is not enough to live in, I will build a house by myself. I bought that mountain, so no one will bother you for the time being."

Song Jingwen paused, giving a sweet date, it was time to tap it, he opened his voice unhurriedly, and warned, "The premise is that you keep yourselves safe, if you go down the mountain without permission and cause any trouble, other people will also be implicated. Then At that time, I can't protect you."

Zha Yushu stood up at the right time, and calmly agreed, "If you run away, don't come back, so as not to let the big guy accompany you in fear."

Zha Yushu was always looking downcast, and waved his hands casually, "You have to remember your identities. Before Boss Song gives us a good account, we can only hide on the mountain. After this period of time , we not only have a registered permanent residence but also a house.”

Cha Yushu deliberately looked at Song Jingwen, covered his mouth and coughed, and smiled sickly, "You say so, Boss Song."

Song Jingwen knew that this was to remind him not to forget what he had promised, so he nodded clearly, "Tomorrow you will go up the mountain to build a house, and you will spend the day resting. I will notify you to go down the mountain to work the day after tomorrow, and you will get work points when you do something. Work points The higher the income, the sooner the people can get rid of the black households and get a house."

"A house built with blue bricks." Song Jingwen is a conscientious boss, he has nothing to say to the employees, and the benefits of the employees are even more enviable to others.

The outsiders who have lived on the mountain for several years or even more than ten years are taken aback by the big cakes painted by Song Jingwen, and they are full of energy.

This is a blue tile house, not a thatched house, nor a damp cave!

The next day, Song Xingping didn't go to the restaurant in the town, but packed a small pot of seafood with Song Jingwen and went to the village head's house.

Except for the people who went to sea with him, Song Jingwen only told Song Xingping and Mrs. Song about the fact that Song Jingwen brought people back.Before the household registration is completed, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

Song Xingping was still holding a coconut in his hand, and sat down on the chair with a smile on his face, not seeing anything, "Brother, I came to discuss something with you today, see if I can help."

It was not easy for the third brother to come to him personally to ask him to do something, which shows that this matter is quite important.Song Xingde intends to train Song Zhi and the current village chief, he should get in touch with these things, and this is not someone else, it is the closest uncle and nephew relationship, it is okay to listen to both ears.

Song Xingde winked at his wife Niu Qiuyue, "Go and call Song Zhihe and tell him that Jing Wen is here."

Niu Qiuyue politely declined twice, then took the things Song Jingwen brought and went out.

When Song Zhihe came in, the atmosphere in the room was a bit delicate. He sat down on the opposite side of Song Jingwen, smiled at the people, and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Jingwen frowned and shook his head at him.

The village chief stroked his gray beard in embarrassment, and said cautiously, "If you want to talk about two or three people, it's easy to handle. But there are more than 100 people at once. If you report it, someone from the county will definitely come to register. When the time comes It's going to be a big mess."

Song Xingping became anxious, and the gully on his forehead sank even deeper. He puffed on his pipe melancholy, "Then is it useful to go to the magistrate for this matter? Why don't you give me more money? I heard that the magistrate's hand That's it. A match point might do the trick."

Song Jingwen rested his chin in one hand. He didn't want to give money to the greedy magistrate, so he snorted coldly, "You don't need to give him money. If you want to find someone to help, you have to find someone who is good for you."

What the village chief said was also expected by Song Jingwen. In fact, he didn't expect the other party to solve the matter easily.

What Song Jingwen wanted was a legitimate reason to let the mountain people go down the mountain. He squeezed his fingers and said with a flattering smile, "Grandpa, I have a solution for this matter. Please help me find a reason, so that the villagers will not be blinded." Chuan, first stop the rumors. I can't rely on brute force like before, my uncle is staring at me."

As Song Jingwen spoke, the smile on his face became more sincere, and the soles of his feet rubbed on the ground, "My good thing is coming soon, of course I can do it without doing it, and peace makes money."

Song Zhihe "puchi" laughed, and patted Song Jingwen's shoulder trembling with joy, "Your uncle is really powerful, it seems that you can't just mess around with Feng in the future, there are people in her family."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal, holding his head proudly, "Marrying a daughter-in-law is for pain, someone should supervise."

He turned his head and secretly smiled in Song Zhihe's ear, "Brother Xie Feng won't be here for long."

Song Xingde and Song Xingping also laughed, and they were also happy to see the younger generation living well.

"This matter is easy to handle. I will ask Zhihe to talk to the villagers. I just say that these people escaped in the past few years and were picked up by you in the mountains." After all, Song Xingde has more experience than the juniors. He rounded up the matter, "Let me tell Lizheng again, and the villagers will be able to control their mouths for a while."

Song Jingwen nodded cooperatively, "Well, they went down the mountain in batches. I asked them to bring a face towel, after all, it's a bit different from our appearance. Let them take it off after the household registration is registered."

After solving this matter, Song Jingwen asked the village head to buy a large piece of land and started to build staff dormitories.

After the two came out of the village chief's house, Song Xingping kept hesitant to speak, and glanced at Song Jingwen several times.

Song Jingwen was puzzled for a while, holding Song Xingping's arm and asked, "Grandpa, just tell me if you have anything to say. Is there anything you are embarrassed to say to me? Is there no money at home?"

Song Xingping slapped him lightly, and said angrily, "Nonsense, don't reveal your wealth."

Song Xingping turned his eyes to confirm that there was no one around, then took Song Jingwen's hand to signal him to bow his head, and his rough voice scraped in Song Jingwen's ears, "Your second aunt is making a fuss about breaking up the family, isn't this nonsense! But your second uncle is also a Those who are not clear-headed, follow suit."

Song Jingwen figured it out, and pointed to his new house, which was the only one in the village on the third floor. He smiled, "Because of my house?"

Song Xingping said in a low voice, and sighed helplessly, "Your grandma said, this house is for you and Xie Feng, and we don't live in it. Your second aunt is jealous, and she's always acting weird at home. "

Mrs. Song still loves Song Jingwen, the eldest grandson, and she has to go to him for everything that is good.

Song Jingwen didn't make a sound, but tentatively said, "Then what do you think? You can live here, after all, the place is quite big, enough to live in, and there's no need for a family to be so ugly."

Song Xingping patted Song Jingwen's head with pity, and Song Jingwen let him touch it with his head down. His conceded attitude made Song Xingping feel embarrassed to speak.

Song Xingping withdrew his hand, feeling a little angry for no reason, and shook off what the second daughter-in-law said from his mind, and settled the matter forcefully, "No, it's not that our own house can't be lived in, it's also a green tile house. Your second aunt When I got married back then, I lived in a new house. Besides, if it weren't for you, would our family be able to live a good life like now? She just doesn't have enough!"

Granny Song couldn't even close her mouth when she learned that the old man had changed her mind. She clapped her hands and applauded, "Damn old man, you have finally figured it out. The second child has started acting like a monster again. I think she doesn't want to get over it."

Song Jingwen dug a piece of coconut meat and stuck it near Granny Song's mouth, watching her chew slowly, "Grandma, are you really not going to live with us? Brother Feng won't have any objections, he likes you very much. "

Mrs. Song squinted her eyes so sweetly, she was so upset in her heart, she didn't let go at all, and snorted, "No, I won't go to your place. You live not far away, if I want to go Can you still let me in?"

Song Jingwen shook his head hastily, his nose was a little sore, he really treated Mrs. Song as his own grandmother, and suddenly he couldn't talk about being together, his heart was sour.

Granny Song is like a bright mirror in her heart, knowing that her good grandson is reluctant to part with her.Holding Song Jingwen's cheeks, she joked, "I'm not dead, why are you crying? Look at those red eyes, as if you've eaten spicy peppers."

Song Jingwen was lying in the arms of the old lady Song, acting coquettishly at such a grown man, "You come with Second Uncle and the others, I can live on the top floor with Xie Feng."

Mrs. Song grabbed Song Jingwen's ear and cursed with a smile, "You look useless. Your grandfather and I can live wherever we want. You are more useful than your grandfather now, and I don't need to follow you all the time. Grandma will not Whatever it is, I hope you are safe."

"However, your uncles are not as useful as you. If I'm not here, who can control them? As for your second uncle, who has no roots, he couldn't find it from east to west after being coaxed by Hu Xiu."

Mrs. Song has many things to worry about, but now she is most at ease with her good grandson. She thinks clearly, "Money is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing. Once a person has money in his hand, his mind will drift away, and he will lose his mind." Restless."

Seeing that Song Jingwen really couldn't persuade the two old people, he could only compromise, "Then you and grandpa come over if you have nothing to do, anyway, it's only a few steps away, and the room is reserved for you."

Only then did Mrs. Song prepare lunch with a smile on her face. Song Xingping gave the account book to Song Jingwen, "The wages of your uncles are enough. I also work in a restaurant. The money is enough. You don't have to worry about it. In the future You are in charge of your business, you know how many you have, don’t go around talking nonsense.”

Song Jingwen was taught, nodding his head.

After dinner, Song Jingwen couldn't help but go to the factory again. He had been away for so long, but nothing happened.He pointed his fingers in satisfaction, Song Zichen's management is not bad, he needs to give some bonuses to reward him.

He wandered to the second floor, and the temperature upstairs was actually higher than downstairs.Song Jingwen rubbed his palms, wondering what Song Zichen was doing on them, it was so "hot".

"Song Zichen, what are you doing here?" Song Jingwen kicked away a pile of off-white stones at his feet, and poked his head inside curiously.

The room specially approved for Song Zichen's experiments burst into laughter, but no one saw Song Jingwen open the door and enter.

The room was so smoky that people outside thought the house was on fire.Song Jingwen smacked his lips and stepped harder on purpose, finally someone looked up at him.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it.Song Zichen's gorgeous face was covered with ashes, he pushed the person next to him, and his tone was full of teasing, "Brother Feng, Boss Song is here."

Xie Fengzui's eyes widened, he wiped his hands on his body, and rushed towards Song Jingwen excitedly, but even shy when he finished, he secretly circled Song Jingwen's back with his hand behind him, and asked excitedly, "Why are you here?"

Song Jingwen blew in his ear, and spoke Wu Nong's soft words in a low voice as if sympathizing with the seduction of the world, "I miss you."

Xie Feng hugged for a while, took the initiative to widen the distance between the two, pursed his lips, and called Xie Zhe through Song Jingwen, "Brother, didn't you go home?"

Song Jingwen turned around in surprise, with a confused expression on his face.What a big light bulb, super standby.

He took a deep breath quietly, and forced a smile on his face, "Hello, big brother, why are you here? Is it cold? I have a hot post over there. Do you want to cover your hands?"

Xie Zhe glanced at him, then looked at his younger brother who was eaten by Song Jingwen, his heart was riddled with wounds, and his face was still indifferent, "I don't worry, let's take a look at your factory by the way." What you're thinking about, carbon dioxide?"

What a mouthful of a name, Xie Zhe raised his eyebrows, and pressed heavily on Song Jingwen's shoulder, which seemed to be light, and boasted without changing his face, "The factory is running well. We have eaten soybean oil a few times in the barracks. fine."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 19, 1.13th year of Yuanlong calendar

Life didn't bother me, but my daughter-in-law got stuck in my lovely head.Originally, his strength value was not enough to look at. The three-legged cat kung fu learned from the old Orion, plus a few moves that I have nothing to teach.But why did he suddenly get into Tai Chi?

Damn it... I suspect Ruoji is a traitor. Could it be sumo, muay thai, karate, or jujitsu next time? ? ?