Enter the Room

Song Jiyun was calm and relaxed, and he still had time to pick up the tea cup and take a sip.

Song San's conscience trembled.

Song Jiuyun's previous record was so strong that even if she behaved as usual, it would still make him wary.

The Song clan members were already shouting: "What the elder said makes sense! There is no reason for a woman to be in charge of the family. She should return to the right path."

"It is true that other sects do not have mistresses in charge."

But what Song Sanliang didn't expect was that not many people agreed with this statement. More people gathered together in twos and threes and whispered, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Dong dong dong!" Suddenly there was a sound of beating canes in the ancestral hall.

Everyone looked around, and the elder of the Song family with all white hair and beard stood up again on crutches and said with a cold face: "If any of you have the ability to get an order from Eunuch Wan, I will strongly recommend him to take charge of Song Dynasty. Home Kiln Factory.”

Those who clamored suddenly stopped.

However, the clan elder did not let these people go and said angrily: "I only focus on one-third of other people's land all day long, but why don't I care about the grass growing in my own backyard? It's a bunch of things that I can't carry." If we members of the Song clan are like you and only want to get something for nothing, only dare to bully the weak and fear the strong, and lie on others to suck blood, who would dare to rely on the clan?"

He shouted the name of Mr. Song Eleven and said: "Since you have become the head of the clan, you must be decisive and not follow others' opinions. Since the daughter of the Song Youliang family has the ability to take charge of the family business, before she got married, the Song family's She will be in charge of the industry!”

After he finished speaking, his turbid eyes scanned everyone present and said, "This matter has been settled. If anyone talks nonsense again, I will beat them out with a stick!"

He also asked everyone: "Who is dissatisfied?"

Song San's conscience went cold, and he hurriedly looked at the people who were shouting the loudest.

Those people all lowered their heads in fear.

Song Sanliang couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

Next to him, Mrs. Zeng's face was as golden as paper.

Knowing that the situation was over, she still spoke with luck and said weakly: "Elder of the clan, you can't say that..."

But as soon as she opened her mouth, the clan elder's crutch was thrown towards her and hit her on the forehead.

She screamed "Ah" and covered her forehead.

"Unruly thing!" the clan elder scolded, "No wonder we raised someone like Song Daliang who is outside the clan! It turns out that it is broken from the root! When a man talks in the ancestral hall, does a woman have the right to interrupt? Give it to me roll!"

As he spoke, he glared hard at the clan member who was in charge of punishment and motioned for him to drive the person out of the ancestral hall.

Not to mention everyone in the ancestral hall, even Song Jiyun was shocked by this turn of events.

Song Sanliang was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

That's too much!

Isn't Song Jiyun a woman?

This is too biased!

He supported his mother, pointed at Song Jiyun, and argued without speaking, "How can she sit in the hall?"

The clan elder took the crutches picked up by the juniors and said calmly: "She represents Song Youliang's branch. What is this?"

He also urged those in charge of punishments in the clan: "What are you doing so slowly?"

The people in charge of punishment in the clan quickly took Zeng out.

Song Sanliang failed to stop him and wanted to follow him out, but Master Song Eleven said: "We are not allowed to mention the matter of the head of the family anymore. Let's discuss the adoption now!"

He could only watch helplessly as Zeng was driven out of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was buzzing with the sound of people talking.

Song Sanliang glanced at Song Jiuyun.

Isn't the attractiveness of the head of the family not strong enough, and the attractiveness of the heir is not enough?

Song Sanliang stared intently at the discussing crowd.

Song Jiyun suddenly stood up and walked to Master Eleven's side.

Everyone's voices stopped suddenly, and all their eyes fell on her, and everyone looked like they were listening attentively.

Song Sanliang saw Song Jiyun first nodding to several clan elders, then smiling and slightly nodding at everyone, and said in a loud and clear voice: "I went to Nanjing a few days ago. I would like to thank all my relatives and friends for your help with my family affairs. Press. The usual practice is that when a younger sister is added to my family, a younger brother must be adopted to carry on the family legacy, but in this world, besides adoption, there is also a method of adoption."

With a "buzz", the originally quiet ancestral hall started talking again.

"What does this mean? Does it mean that their family doesn't want to succeed their son, so they want to keep their daughter as a bride?"

"That makes sense. If some families don't have sons, don't they just want to recruit children?"

"But their family is different. With so much of their property, could it be that they gave it to outsiders at a cheap price?"

"That's right. That's the Song family's property."

Song Sanliang lowered his head and showed a satisfied smile.

Mr. Song Shiyi, who was standing next to Song Jiyun, was also at a loss after hearing this.

Song Jiyun didn't say before that his family was looking for a new wife.

He originally thought that Song Jiyun just didn't want to adopt Song Sanliang's son.

But recruiting wives... Just as the clan members said, wouldn't the Song family's huge industry make it easier for outsiders?

He turned slightly, wanting to discuss a few words with Song Jiyun in a low voice, but when he turned his head, he saw Song Jiyun's cold eyes and beautiful yet tough face.

He couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't have a child suitable for adoption. He might not be able to compete with Song Jiuyun, as Mr. Song Jiu had learned from his mistakes. No matter how big the Song family's property was, what did it have to do with him?

Why should he do these thankless things?

Mr. Song Shiyi made a decision immediately.

He asked Song Jiyun quietly: "What are your plans?"

Song Jiyun didn't hide it, and said calmly: "I have no plans to hand over the management of the Song family kiln factory to others."

Mr. Song Shiyi thought about what he heard yesterday about Song Jiuyun making a lot of money, and felt that no one in the Song family had such ability as her. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who dares to say that he will not seek help from Song Jiyun in the future? He has to leave a way for future generations, right?

"Okay!" Mr. Song Shiyi was also unambiguous and immediately agreed to Song Jiyun.

He turned around and asked someone to knock on the cloud board, and once again stood clearly on Song Jiuyun's side: "Then let's talk about the recruitment!"

Everyone was immediately led astray by Mr. Song Shiyi.

Some asked: "Do we need to determine the candidate for the bride-in-law now?"

Someone else said: "Who are you leaving at home? Boss Song will get married in two or three years. The second lady is of the right age, but I don't know if she can handle it like Boss Song. Speaking of which, the third lady is also suitable. At this time, we will recruit people into the family, and with Boss Song here, we will teach him well for a few years, and maybe the Song family will produce another capable person."

"If you ask me, it's better to keep the fourth lady at home. Boss Song is so young, how can he work for more than ten years?"

"Boss Song has a fiancé."

"Oh, why do you think it's better to leave Boss Song at home?"

No one talks about the inheritance anymore.

"Wait, wait." If Song Sanliang didn't stand up, nothing would happen to him. He just made wedding clothes for Song Jiyun in vain. He finally found a way to open the ancestral hall, but was used by Song Jiyun. He shouted loudly, "Everyone, it's If there is no suitable person to adopt him, it will be his turn to adopt him."