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A sudden storm in the afternoon blew away the summer heat and overturned the filial piety outside the mourning hall, drenching the monks and Taoist priests who were reciting sutras to the second master of the Song family under the filial piety.

The funeral manager of the Song family yelled loudly, asking the young man to clean out the east wing for a while so that monks and Taoist priests who read scriptures could be accommodated; After a while, I ordered the rough envoy's mother-in-law to make ginger tea and serve snacks, and also invited a color craftsman to re-build the filial piety...and instructed the servants to go around.

There was a lot of noise and noise in the yard.

On the contrary, it is the study of Master Song Er next door. Perhaps because the owner is gone, there is not even a guard in the small courtyard. The courtyard, which is always lush and lush with flowers and plants, has lost its former prosperity and is deserted. , seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Song Jiyun lowered his eyes and stood in the middle of the yard for a while, then slowly pushed open the door with the black lacquered longevity pattern and walked in slowly.

The library is still the same.

There is a large book table made of yellow pear wood, a black lacquered mother-of-pearl shelf, a blue-and-white porcelain hanging screen with rich flowers, and a purple purlin wood horsetail whisk inserted in a sky-blue ice-cracked Ru kiln flower cup.

But there was already a thin layer of dust.

Song Jiyun's fingertips brushed across, leaving a clear scratch.

Her father's gentle and honest voice echoed in her ears.

"Little Yunduo, come on, Daddy will tell you how to make a brush. You will be a painter in the future, a person who draws big dragon jars!"

"Little Yunduo, you can't look left and right when learning abacus. Your abacus is not good, how do you settle accounts? How can you understand the account books? How can you help daddy manage the shop and farm at home?"

"Little Yunduo, please be happy! Follow Daddy to make this pressing cup, and I will put it in the kiln to burn it out. Then give it to Daddy as a birthday present, okay?"

Song Jiyun covered his mouth and cried silently.

With the memory of her previous life, she became the eldest daughter of the family.

Prior to this, she had just experienced a huge and protracted family inheritance battle.

Although she became the final winner, the ugly face of parents, brothers, uncles, sisters, relatives and friends who can turn against each other at any time for the sake of interests, treachery, ungratefulness, and repaying kindness with hatred is deeply imprinted in her mind.

She didn't want to live another life at all.

Resist starting over.

But her father in this life warmed her cold heart a little bit with love, kindness, tolerance, and generosity.

Let her gradually integrate into this family and into the new life.

But at this time, her father died suddenly.

Died on the way home from reconciliation.

When the carriage arrived at the door of the house, the steward who accompanied him discovered it.

There were no relatives to send them off, nor did they leave a last word.

I don't even know exactly when he left.

She cried uncontrollably.

There was a hesitant knock on the door.

Song Jiyun wiped away his tears, and with a tall and straight figure like a green pine, he said calmly: "Come in!"

Her breast brother Zheng Quan came in, saluted her respectfully, and said, "Miss called me, what's your order?"

Song Jiyun sat on the grand teacher's chair where his father usually sat when meeting his subordinates, took off the silver inlaid bluestone ring on his middle finger, handed it to Zheng Quan, and said in a low voice: "Take this ring and set off immediately to Poyang Lake. Go to the big shopkeeper of the Suzhou main store at the boat dock, and bring back a sunflower box with red lacquer bird and animal patterns in his hand, there should be 800,000 taels of silver notes in it."

"Ah!" Zheng Quan whispered, looking at her with astonishment.

He is one of Song Jiyun's most trusted people, so naturally he has no intention of concealing him, saying: "Because the news of my father's death has not spread, I entrust the big shopkeeper of the Suzhou head office to take over all of my father's business in Suzhou, Hangzhou, Yangzhou and other places. out.

"I reckon there should be one million taels.

"But we can't just let the horses run and not let the horses eat grass. You only need to get back 800,000 taels. The rest should be paid for the hard work of the big shopkeepers.

"The big shopkeeper will also hide his name in the future, go away and never come back."

After she finished speaking, she told Zheng Quan: "If the number is wrong, don't argue with him. Just tell him that Qingshan will not change, and there will be a period later.

"If the number is correct, you can tell him, I remember his kindness, and if anything needs the Song family to testify for him in the future, I will definitely be bound by it.

"If it's more than 800,000 taels, you can return the excess to the shopkeeper. Tell him, no thanks for your kindness, as long as I, Song Jiyun, are here, there will be his day."

"But if you don't find anyone," Song Jiyun groaned and pushed a scroll and a name card in front of Zheng Quan, "you can take this name card and portrait to report to the official, saying that he got involved in the boss's job." property, betrayed his promise and fled. He also told the people in the government how much money he had stolen.

"The brocade silk touches people's hearts. One million taels is enough for the government to work hard."

Everyone is dead and the net is broken, and no one can please.

Zheng Quan was sweating profusely, nodding repeatedly, fearing that he might not remember, he repeated Song Jiyun's words twice, seeing that there were no mistakes, he let out a long breath.

Song Jiyun said: "You go and come back quickly. I am also planning to exchange all my father's land in Nanchang, Shangrao and other places for silver. I am afraid that you will have to go to Nanchang, Shangrao and other places when the time comes."

Zheng Quan was already dazzled.

The second master can handle his private business, but how to deal with those fields that he can't take away and pocket?

He scratched his head.

Song Jiyun said: "We'll talk about it when you come back. The important thing is that you come back quickly. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sudden "click" outside the study, the sound of feet stepping on broken branches.

Song Jiyun and Zheng Quan's expressions changed drastically, and when she stood up, Zheng Quan had rushed out like a lightning bolt.

There was the sound of fists and kicks fighting outside.

Song Jiyun frowned.

Zheng Quan was left to her by her father. She was born with supernatural powers at a young age, and for this reason, his father sent her to Zheng Yi in Longhu Mountain to practice martial arts. When going down the mountain, Zheng Quan's master was very reluctant to let him go, saying that he was very talented and a good material for martial arts, it was a pity to be a servant like this, and wanted to redeem him.

The Song family had saved the Zheng family's life, so Zheng Quan naturally refused.

Song Jiyun's father gave her the Zheng family's deed of sale, and asked her to find a chance to be kind to the Zheng family and grant the Zheng family citizenship in order to protect her interests.

She couldn't be more clear about Zheng Quan's skills.

Those who can fight him a few tricks will not be too bad at martial arts.

Song Jiyun waited and watched at the door.

Under the wisteria trellise, a young man in a navy blue fine cloth gown and a net scarf stood facing Zheng Quan.

He looks to be only twenty-one or two years old, about the same height as Zheng Quan, who is eight feet tall. , with black eyes, very handsome.

It's just that his eyes are sharp, and he is not a good person to get along with.

The wind blew over the flower stand and dropped the wisteria flowers on his shoulder.

After resting for almost half a year, I quietly opened a new article today, asking for favorites and recommendations ^O^

The update time is uncertain, and the text is relatively thin, so everyone can raise it first.