The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhulan, "I want to frame the deed first, so that it won't go bad for a long time."

Zhou Shurenle said, "Okay, listen to you."

Zhulan put the deed up first, and then asked, "The emperor actually agreed."

Zhou Shuren, "First, you can't appear in the book with your real name, and the emperor feels ashamed. Second, you still account for the blessing of Fourth Uncle's death, and the third is for the sake of my many years of merit."

The emperor was silent for a long time, but he still wrote the deed. Two hundred taels a year is not much for the emperor.

Zhulan, "Do you want me to go out every year? Until I die?"

"whatever."

Zhulan frowned, "Don't worry, I haven't gotten my money yet!"

Chang Zhong came in and was surprised, "It's dinner time, why didn't we set dinner?"

Zhu Lan said: "There is a happy event today, I will ask you to cook a few more dishes in the kitchen and have dinner later."

Chang Zhong was already sitting next to his father, "Father, what's the happy event?"

Zhulan showed a gesture in front of her son, "Look at it."

Chang Zhong widened his eyes after reading it, "This?"

Zhulan put it away again, "Is it a happy event?"

Chang Zhong said happily: "Of course it's a happy event."

Zhou Shuren looked at the younger son, then looked at the box again, and finally put away his selfishness. After a hundred years, it is better to leave it to the boss. He raised his hand and touched his son's head. He is still a mortal!

Chang Zhong didn't know why, "Father?"

Zhou Shuren put down his hand, "It's okay."

Zhu Lan glanced at her husband, how difficult it was to communicate with each other, she instantly understood, and reached out to touch the box, this is a guarantee!

In a twinkling of an eye, Changzhi and Changzhong went to Yong'an's mansion when the Hanlin Academy was off. Minghui stayed at home when he returned to Beijing. He wanted to see it when he found out, and brought Minghui with him.

Li's illness has also recovered, but he has lost a lot of weight and wrinkles on his face, making him look several years older.

Zhulan's heart was broken, "If you feel better, make up for it."

Mrs. Li was sick and ate less and had less appetite, "Mother, you don't have to worry about me, I'll just take care of it."

Zhulan took Li Shi's hand, "Your mother doesn't feel good about you."

Li's nose is sore, her parents are gone, and in the future, when she returns home, it will be her brother's house and not her parents' house. Her voice is hoarse, "Mother, you must live a long life."

Zhulan's eyes were a little red when she heard it, "Okay, okay, long life."

Li came to accompany her when she was healed. She couldn't leave even if she was expelled. This was taking her as a sustenance.

Mrs Li paused for a while before laughing again, "I heard Xianggong say that the eldest sister and the couple are not coming back for the Chinese New Year?"

Zhulan said, "Well, they suffered a hard time on the road in winter. Jiang Du wouldn't let them go. They will come back in the spring."

Li thought of his eldest son, "I don't know what happened to Mingyun."

She didn't tell her eldest son when she was ill, because she was afraid that the eldest son would be worried. Now that she is cured, she is worried about his son.

Zhulan didn't know either, there was no letter from the grassland recently, but now that Mingyun is in the city, he should be doing pretty well!

Li said: "Ma came to see me a few days ago and mentioned Mr. Liu, Ma wants to accompany his in-laws next year."

Zhulan thought of Ran Wan, "Ran Wan will also come next year, and the child needs you to take more care of her."

She is getting older, and unlike taking care of children before, she is becoming more and more quiet, and her great-grandchildren are not very close to her.

Li smiled, "So my daughter-in-law has to take care of her health."

In the grassland, Mingyun looked at the wind and snow outside, picked up the dried fruit and chewed, "Hey, it hurts."

Wu Ming pushed the door open at this time, took off his gloves, picked up the dried fruit and put it in his mouth, "I knew you had leftovers here."

Mingyun pointed to his mouth, "I've eaten too much meat recently, and my mouth is broken."

Wu Ming, "Hey, who knows when the heavy snow will stop."

Mingyun just waited for Xuetian to send a letter back to Beijing. He missed dried vegetables and frozen pears. Thinking about the cold frozen pears, the dried fruit in his mouth was no longer tasty. charcoal."

The grasslands lacked everything, and in the cold weather, the most lacking was firewood, and the shops selling firewood in the city were lined up every day.

Wu Ming, "I'll pack some dried fruit for me later."

Ming Yun, "I really don't have much left."

"Every time the capital sends you a lot, it's too expensive for you to eat."

He lived his life carefully.

Ming Yun spread his hands, "The guards who came with me have their family members, and I gave them some, and I can't treat them harshly for me."

Wu Ming got up, "Envy."

Mingyun laughed, his father was used to Zhuangzi at home, because he was in the grassland, and his parents prepared a lot of vegetables such as dry vegetables. If it weren't for the heavy snow blocking the road, his life would not be bad, and it was just what the family was used to. It went on fire after only a few days without food.

Gu Sheng arrived at the Duke Yong'an's mansion in the capital city by the time. He was not afraid of people talking about him, but he wanted to see Zhuo Guyu.

As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard "Gu Sheng, wait for me."

Wu Shiheng got off the carriage, "I knew you wouldn't come early."

"Are you waiting for me at the door?"

Wu Shiheng smiled, "Yeah, I don't want to see Zhuo Guyu more. If I didn't know you were coming, I really wouldn't want to come."

Gu Sheng knew, Wu Shiheng was afraid that he would be made difficult, "Thank you."

"We are friends."

It is rare for him to find someone who is right with his temper.

The two entered the house together, and when they arrived in the hall, everyone looked over, Wu Shiheng smiled, "We're not too late."

Zhuo Guyu stepped forward, "No, this way please."

The future concubine didn't move, and said with a smile, "I'll sit with Gu Sheng, so there's no need to say hello."

Zhuo Guyu wondered, he didn't understand how the future concubine from an aristocratic family could become friends with Gu Sheng, "The two of you, please."

Changzhong said suddenly, "This way."

Wu Shiheng's eyes lit up, "Let's go over by ourselves, Mr. Zhuo is busy."

The seat beside Changzhong was always vacant. Someone wanted to come and sit. Changzhong said that there was someone, and now he knew who it was reserved for.

Gu Sheng sat down and said, "Young Master Zhou."

Chang Zhong smiled, "I haven't seen Mr. Gu for a long time, how is Mr. Gu recently?"

Gu Sheng curled the corners of his mouth, "It's been good recently."

Gu Sheng sat on both sides of the future concubine and Zhou Hou's young son. The Hanlin Academy laughed at Gu Sheng and kept silent. Gu Sheng was very low-key in the Hanlin Academy and never announced who he knew, and Zhuo Guyu would not help to say that the family There is a lot of talk about Gu Sheng behind the background.

Zhuo Guyu's face didn't change~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the others were almost there. He smiled and said, "Today I admired three paintings, two of which were collected by my grandfather, and one that I recently acquired."

Saying that, the girl came in holding the painting.

Chang Zhong pouted, what collection, obviously it was strong in troubled times, looking at the picture scroll, the end of Yong'an Guo Gong's mansion is indeed rare.

The first painting unfolded, and everyone could see it clearly.

Wu Shiheng covered his face with his fan and whispered to Chang Zhong: "I heard that Duke Yong'an was fighting in the south all the time."

Changzhong looked sideways, "Do you know this painting?"

Wu Shiheng squinted his eyes, "I said, why is Zhuo Guyu not pleasing to the eye all the time!"

Chang Zhong was surprised, "Did I really guess right?"

Gu Sheng also looked sideways, Wu Shiheng came from a noble family in the south!

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