Enter the Room

From Song Sanliang's point of view, Song Jiyun was in a hurry to go to the doctor right now, thinking that with such a few fluffy words, he would be able to grab him carelessly and turn her around.

But Wang Dahai's disappearance has nothing to do with him at all.

He didn't do anything, what's so scary about him?

This time, Song Jiyun is doomed!

Not in vain, before he found Wang Dahai, he quickly cut through the mess and brought people to Song Jiyun to settle the score.

Thinking that the Song Family Kiln Factory would soon fall into his hands, he looked at Song Jiyun with a glimmer of complacency.

And Song Jiyun seemed to be stunned by his words, and he came back to his senses after a while, and objected loudly as if he was unwilling to bet with Song Sanliang: "Who would hide the kidnapped people at home?"

But with such a good opportunity, will he let Song Jiyun shrink back?

He sternly said: "Song Jiyun, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. You accuse me in front of so many people and ruin my reputation. You must give me an explanation. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. You report to the government!"

The niece was sued by her own uncle, and her reputation was ruined when she stepped into the Yamen.

That is to say, she has to investigate this matter today, and she has to investigate if she doesn't.

Song Jiyun's face was a little pale, and his usual crisp voice was a little lacking in confidence, and he said: "Don't bully the young man and be poor. Doesn't the third uncle keep a line for himself when he does things?"

Song Sanliang sized her up and down with contempt on her face, and said, "Young man, I dare not bully you. But for others, that's not necessarily the case."

Talking inside and out, I look down on her as a woman. Bullying the non-adult males in her family!

Song Jiyun's face was so cold that ice scum fell off.

Grandpa Song Jiu and Song Daliang understood now.

Song Sanliang had nothing to do with Wang Dahai's disappearance, but Song Jiyun hurriedly made things into this situation.

This is really a mountain full of mountains and rivers, and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers!

As long as they get rid of Song Jiyun, Erfang will have no one who can pick things up.

The two couldn't help exchanging glances, and Song Daliang rushed forward hurriedly, grabbed Song Jiyun's arm, and went to Song Sanliang's house next door.

"Isn't it, just search and find out!" He also greeted other onlookers with a playful smile, "I will ask you to help look around later, everyone, don't leave."

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you.

They all felt that even if Song Sanliang really hid someone in such a big house, he probably wouldn't be able to find anything if he ran there so noisy.

Thinking about what Song Sanliang said when he was in the kiln when he came here, he said that Song Jiyun's hen, Sichen, was condemned by God, and they felt that it would be a good thing if Song Jiyun could be allowed to ignore the kiln from now on.

The crowd surrounded the reluctant Song Jiyun and the sweaty Wu Guanshi and went to Song Sanliang's house.

Mrs. Li didn't know why, so she was shocked when she saw this large group of people. When she knew why they came, she immediately beamed with joy and couldn't help ridiculing Song Jiyun: "Some people's hearts are as high as the sky, and their lives are like paper. Bo. I want to be a master, but I don’t want to see if I have the life to be a phoenix!”

Song Jiyun ignored her, and sat in the hall drinking tea with Mr. Song Jiu, Song Daliang, Song Sanliang and others.

The people who went to search were not their personal servants, but were selected by the kiln's own people.

"In case people think it's unfair!" Mrs. Li said magnanimously, sitting in the hall with her two sons in her arms, leaving only the maids and women on duty in the backyard.

No in Li's inner room, no in Song Tiancong's courtyard, no in Song Sanliang's study in the inner courtyard... The people who went to search were talking back and forth one by one.

Song Jiyun sat on the grand teacher's chair next to him, with a dull expression, and did not move a sip of the tea in front of him.

Li Shi pursed her lips and smiled.

Three hours later, all those who went to search came back.

Everyone got nothing.

Song Sanliang couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, the corners of his mouth were raised high, he looked around pretendingly, and said: "Do you have any place to look again? The warehouse where I collect calligraphy, paintings and antiques has been opened for you to search! "

The searchers all looked at Mr. Song Jiu and the others.

They all thought they had done their best, and they couldn't find anything even if they searched again.

Grandpa Song Jiu stroked his beard, turned his head to discuss with Song Daliang: "I can talk about it here, is there anything else you want to see?"

Song Daliang laughed, glanced at Song Jiyun who was sitting upright, and said with a smile, "I don't have anything to say."

Grandpa Song Jiu stood up and said, "That's it!"

Song Jiyun stood up with a wooden face.

Some people looked down and couldn't see their expressions clearly, some looked at her with contempt, and some shook their heads and sighed sympathetically.

Everyone goes out.

"Wait!" There was a sudden shout in the hall.

Everyone followed the reputation.

I saw Song Sanliang standing in the center of the hall, and said loudly: "This matter can't be left alone. Shall we make a contract?"

"Deed, deed?" Even Grandpa Song Jiu was shocked by his words.

"Words are not proven, words are evidence." Song Sanliang's eyes flickered with flickering light, "It's better to find out."

Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but was stopped by Song Jiu.

"That's fine!" He glanced at her and said, "After all, it's not a trivial matter. It's fine to write a contract."

Song Daliang admired his younger brother a little, he has more eyes than a hornet's nest.

Mrs. Li also invited several master craftsmen from the kiln factory: "You also help to be a witness!"

Everyone stayed.

Grandpa Song Jiu helped write the deed.

Because no one spoke, the atmosphere seemed a little dignified.

Song Jiyun seemed to be unable to bear the atmosphere in the room, and stood outside under the eaves until the deed of Mr. Song Jiu was written and the witnesses had their fingerprints. The book is signed and drawn.

Grandpa Song Jiu gave one of the contracts to Song Jiyun with a smile, and comforted her with a sincere look: "Girls, husband and son are the most important thing. You are going to marry in the capital in a few years. Don't worry about it, just leave it to your uncle and your uncle."

Song Jiyun didn't speak.

A kiln master standing next to her asked, "What's the sound?"

Everyone looked at him, the hall was silent, and everyone heard intermittent "dong dong".

Everyone looked at each other.

Grandpa Song Jiu was stunned at first, then his expression gradually became serious.

The sound of "dong dong" became louder and louder, and a young man from the kiln shouted loudly: "It's the floor of the east wing!"

Song Sanliang's hall has a typical pattern of one light and two darks, and the east and west wing rooms are covered with floor slabs.

Immediately someone came over with a ladder and climbed up.

After a while, Wang Dahai, who was covered in mess, tied up and gagged, was lifted off the floor by the crowd.

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

"No, it's impossible!" Song Sanliang's eyes were tearing apart, and he subconsciously looked at Song Jiyun.

With a sneer on the corner of Song Jiyun's mouth, he was slowly folding the freshly released contract.

In the blink of an eye, what else does he not understand?

"You little bitch!" He rushed towards Song Jiyun without thinking, "You framed me!"

I found out that today is Qixi Festival... happy sisters!