Enter the Room

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Mrs. Li walking in carefully supporting Mrs. Zeng who looked haggard.

Song Sanliang hurried over to help Zeng Shi: "Mother, why are you here?"

Zeng didn't answer him, but patted his hand and said to everyone present: "You can't just go to the Yamen like this. If you want to go, you have to discuss it before you go."

Wang Dahai has been found, and the case should be closed. But Wang Dahai kept saying that Song Sanliang was going to kill him, so if he went to the government like this, Song Sanliang would be sentenced to exile for three thousand miles, if not executed.

Zeng couldn't let her precious son end up like this.

Grandpa Song Jiu and Song Daliang also reacted at this time.

If Song Sanliang was imprisoned, maybe the two of them would be implicated as well.

Especially Grandpa Song Jiu thought more about it.

He is a scholar, and he has an examination every year. If you are involved in such a case, you are likely to be judged by the chief examiner as the bottom class. If you are the bottom class for three consecutive years, you can be disqualified as a scholar.

He hurriedly helped Zeng: "Yes, yes, yes, we have discussed it first before going to the government, so as not to offend the people in the yamen."

With the support of Mr. Song Jiu, Mrs. Zeng felt a lot lighter.

She looked at Song Jiyun sharply, but her heart was pounding.

Her granddaughter has a bad temper, has no respect for her elders, and has a vicious heart.

She has seen Song Jiyun's kick several times in a row, and she is not sure if Song Jiyun will give her face.

However, it doesn't matter.

If Song Jiyun doesn't give her face, just let everyone see how unfilial Song Jiyun is.

Thinking about it this way, the Zeng family somewhat gained confidence.

Who knew that Song Jiyun seemed to have no gap with her, and asked them gently: "What do those elders mean?"

Originally, Mrs. Zeng wanted to wait for Grandpa Song Jiu to speak first, but Mrs. Li was so anxious that she kept shaking Mrs. Zeng's sleeves, and Mrs. Zeng felt heartbroken seeing her son's distressed expression, so she simply rushed over. Grandpa Song Jiu said before: "Wang Dahai was originally a clerk in the Songjia Kiln Factory. The second child is gone, and the third child asked him to do something. It is possible that he did not make it clear for a while. On the government side, just say it was a misunderstanding. .”

Master Song Jiu swallowed what he was going to say after listening.

If the Zeng family wanted to stand up for Song Sanliang, as long as Song Sanliang was saved, he and Song Daliang would naturally be saved as well. Song Jiyun is not a vegetarian, he better not get involved.

He was pinching his beard, as if everything was up to you.

When Song Jiyun saw it, he actually stayed out of the matter and said: "Grandmother, you are the elder. Since you have spoken, no matter how wronged I am as a junior, I will definitely not make the elders unhappy. It's just that I am not the one who suffers." , whether this method works or not, you have to discuss it with Shopkeeper Wang."

Zeng only felt a hanging heart drop to the ground.

What is Wang Dahai?

It's just a pariah who begs for food in their house.

She thought of the way Wang Dahai fawned on Song Youliang when Song Youliang was there, and she didn't even glance at him from the corner of her eyes.

She just didn't expect Song Jiyun to be so easy to talk to.

Zeng couldn't help but beam with joy, and said: "Then this matter is settled like this!"

But before her words fell, Wang Dahai actually wiped his tears with his sleeves and said, "It must be going to the government to close the case."

In an instant, Zeng seemed to have been slapped loudly, his face was hot and he could not get off the stage.

Her face darkened, half threatening and half warning: "Wang Dahai, don't be foolish!"

"Old lady, I don't want to!" Wang Dahai cried miserably, "The third master insisted that I colluded with the eldest lady to frame him. What a crime it is! I can't bear it! Don't take this opportunity today to make it clear Now, what should I do in the future!"

Before Zeng said anything, Song Sanliang couldn't help it. He glared at Wang Dahai and cursed: "Don't get cheap and act like a good boy. How did you climb onto the floor of our house? You don't have a clue? I don't." If you kill you, you should burn incense, and you still go to the Yamen to sue me. Let me tell you, even if you go to the Yamen, money can turn ghosts around, it’s not what my Song family said..."

Song Jiyun coughed heavily, interrupted his words, and said softly: "Third Uncle, be careful! We can't criticize the government affairs, and our Song family is not that bandit and tyrant."

Song Sanliang had long believed that Song Jiyun was the original culprit who framed him, and wished he could strangle her to death, how could he hear such words, but then he thought about the thirty big slaps he was beaten in the government, his chest heaved with anger, and in the end he could only It turned into a sentence, "This is not for you to speak."

But Wang Dahai seemed to have grasped the straw to save his life, and hurriedly said to Song Jiyun: "Miss, it's not that I'm stubborn and don't know how to adapt. You see, the third master is still yelling at me until now. I can't help it!"

Song Sanliang looked at Wang Dahai like a bug, and now that the bug was crawling on top of his head, he couldn't bear it.

He looked around, and suddenly picked up a grand master's chair and threw it at Wang Dahai: "You think I really can't deal with you!"

Wang Dahai jumped out in fright: "Help! The third master is going to kill me!"

Song Sanliang broke the can and threw it, chased and hit him: "I'm going to kill you, what can you do?"

Don't talk about Zeng, even Grandpa Song Jiu couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that he had misjudged him in the past and thought that Song Sanliang was a good person. Now it seems that he is not as good as Song Jiyun.

But he wasn't prepared to deal with it.

Song Daliang wished that Song Sanliang would be unlucky, watching the excitement from the sidelines.

The hall was full of chickens and dogs, everyone finally stopped the two of them, Song Sanliang was still like a cockfight.

Mrs. Zeng didn't want to see Wang Dahai either, thinking that he was the source of the disaster, but at this point, Song Sanliang was caught by someone, and it was useless to be angry or unwilling.

She advised Song Sanliang: "Calm down! Get rid of Wang Dahai first."

Song Sanliang was going to die of grievance now, he said angrily: "Mother, do you also think I did this?"

Zeng felt that this was really something Song Sanliang could do, but at this time, she definitely couldn't say it out: "I know you were wronged, but at this time, we can't go head-to-head!"

There was an evasion in the words that she didn't even notice.

Song Sanliang was so angry that he vomited blood, wanted to argue but couldn't argue, he was full of anger and could only lose his temper at the Taishi chair beside him.

"Crackling" overturned a large area.

But Wang Dahai was still yelling from the side: "Miss, look, it's not that I don't want to reconcile with the third master, it's that the third master doesn't want to let me go!"

He also said: "Miss, you have to make the decision for me! I am from the kiln! The third master lost the bet with you, and you will be the person in charge of the kiln in the future. You can't leave me alone!"

When did Song Jiyun become the manager of the kiln factory? !

Not to mention Song Sanliang, even Mrs. Zeng and Mr. Nine were dumbfounded.

However, the people in the kiln factory seemed to have found their backbone, they were still those young people who "rescued" Wang Dahai from the floor, and they were full of resentment towards Song Sanliang, so they immediately took the lead and shouted: "Yes! Miss, you have to decide for us!"

Grandpa Song Jiu quickly stood up and said, "Wait! The matter of this kiln factory is the matter of the kiln factory, and the matter of Wang Dahai is the matter of Wang Dahai. Don't confuse them!"

A young man said: "That's the same thing. The third master told us to come to the eldest lady if the white porcelain couldn't be fired, and now he doesn't admit it. We must have something to reason with, right?"

The crowd's condemnation was louder than one.

Grandpa Song Jiu knew that if he continued talking, he might be involved as well.

He kept his mouth shut.

Song Daliang thought of Song Tao's words, but also stood on the sidelines without saying a word.

Mrs. Li was in a hurry, rushed forward, and screamed: "No! No! The kiln belongs to our master! Song Jiyun is a woman, why should she manage the kiln?"

If she had yelled this sentence before Wang Dahai appeared, some people would think it made sense, but when the matter developed step by step to the present situation, no one paid any attention to her.

Compared with whether it is a man or a woman running the kiln factory, survival is more important—like Song Sanliang, who looks down on them from the bottom of their hearts, drinks at the same table when they need it, and punishes them to death when they don’t. Cool, they are very afraid.

Everyone wanted to settle this matter quickly with the same hatred: "Miss, we listen to you about the kiln factory!"

"Miss, you can't just let it go!"

Song Jiyun wondered: "It's not that I don't want to take care of it, it's that most of the people here are my elders, so it's not my turn to take care of it!"

"But I only believe in you!" Wang Dahai knelt in front of her, begging bitterly, "If you don't help me, I'll have to go to the Yamen to make it clear."

To file a lawsuit in vain, no matter whether it is justified or not, you must first hit 20 boards.

Wang Dahai is determined to meet Song Sanliang in the yamen.

Everyone also begged for him: "You have to decide for us!"

Seeing it, Zeng couldn't help closing her eyes.

It was a hot day, but her heart felt as if a cold wind had blown through her heart, and the cracks in her bones were icy, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

She tightly grasped Song Sanliang's trembling hand, and kept persuading him in a low voice: "My son, keep the green hills here, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. Let's bear with her this time. In the future, we will definitely avenge our grievances." , there is revenge. Then Han Xin has been humiliated by his crotch..."

Song Sanliang only felt his throat was fishy and sweet, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Only then did Zeng feel relieved, gritted his teeth and said to Song Jiyun: "Then you will be an intermediary and see what conditions Wang Dahai has?"

Mrs. Li was not convinced, and as soon as she said "why", Mrs. Zeng swallowed it back with a cold look.

She looked at Song Jiyun angrily.

Song Jiyun didn't even give her a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but thought for a while, and said bluntly but still modestly: "Since everyone thinks that it is suitable for me to manage the kiln factory, and shopkeeper Wang is also a member of the kiln factory. , then I will overestimate myself and help everyone be the middleman!"

Everyone cheered.

Song Jiyun instructed the servant girl of the third room to rearrange the tables and chairs in the hall, and invited everyone to sit down. He asked Zeng and Song Sanliang in a gentle voice, "Grandmother, third uncle, what do you mean?"

Song Sanliang sat there dumbly, ignoring everyone.

Mrs. Zeng said: "I still mean it before, don't go to the yamen, it's private."

Song Jiyun persuaded Wang Dahai: "Since you hired me as a middleman, you should take a step back."

Wang Dahai said with a wry smile: "As long as the third master promises not to kill me, everything else can be discussed."

Zeng patted the back of his son's hand lightly, fearing that Song Sanliang would be angry and do something irrational again, so as to comfort him.

Song Sanliang remained silent.

Feeling at ease, Zeng said: "Yes! I promise that the third master will not pursue the past again!"

Wang Dahai said: "Then sign a contract just like the third master made a bet with the eldest lady before."

Zeng was so blocked that he couldn't breathe.

It's written in black and white, wouldn't it be possible to turn over the old account whenever you want to take it out in the future?

"No!" Zeng refused without thinking.

Wang Dahai said: "Then I won't agree to be private anymore."

The sides just froze there.

Song Jiyun asked Mr. Song Jiu for advice: "You have rich experience, do you think there is any other solution to this matter?"

After finishing speaking, she also said: "My third uncle has such a temper, if he doesn't cut the mess quickly, he doesn't know what people and things will come out."

There is something in the words!

Grandpa Song Jiu took a deep look at Song Jiyun.

If she hadn't reported Wang Dahai's disappearance back then, it might not be so easy for Wang Dahai to sue the authorities at this time.

Could it be that she had already planned all this?

He was combing his beard, and he was very jealous of Song Jiyun, afraid that if he would not agree, Song Jiyun would have other tricks, and he was even afraid that if Song Jiyun had figured it out a long time ago, he would not make a move and let him fall into her trap.

Grandpa Song Jiu pondered: "How about signing a contract, without specifying any reason, just promising that from now on, the third master will never trouble Wang Dahai again, what do you think?"

Zeng reluctantly agreed.

Wang Dahai had something to say: "We all live in the same city, and we don't see each other when we look down. The third master and I met on the street and insisted that I make way for him. Does this count as asking for trouble?"

Grandpa Song Jiu said helplessly: "Then how do you write this deed?"

"I think unless the third master promises never to set foot in Liang County in this life, there will always be a time to meet." Wang Hai said, "I dare not take this risk!"

"Fart!" Li Shi said fiercely, "Why do you let us leave Liang County? If you want to leave, you must go!"

Song Jiyun and others pretended not to hear, Song Jiyun murmured: "This is also a way."

She looked up at Mrs. Zeng: "I remember that our family still has an old house in the country, and the third uncle's farm is also there. Why don't we let the third uncle move there. When we are free, it is also very convenient to visit the third uncle. "

Zeng almost fainted.

The old house was built by Song Sanliang's great-grandfather. No one lived in it long ago, and only a few wall foundations remained. Living there takes more effort than rebuilding a house.

Besides, several generations of the Song family have established themselves in Liang County, and returned to their hometown, wouldn't they have returned to the past overnight.

"No!" She said without thinking, "The old house has long been uninhabitable."

Song Jiyun said: "It's fine to live in other places, but at the beginning you gave all the ancestral land to the third uncle, so it might not be convenient for the third uncle to live in other places."

This reminded Song Daliang.

The eldest son failed to inherit the ancestral land, which was the pain of his life.

He immediately shouted: "That's right! If the third child doesn't want to go back to his hometown, he can go to Shangrao, where his younger siblings are born. Sell the ancestral land to me, and you can go to Shangrao to buy another field."

"Don't even think about it!" Mrs. Li didn't care too much, and argued with him, "It was left to us by our ancestors, why should we sell it to you! We will not sell our ancestors."

The two quarreled.

Song Jiyun was still there to persuade Mrs. Zeng: "Third Uncle sold the house here and built a house bigger than this one over there. There is still money to spare. Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see Nanshan leisurely. That's someone else You can't even ask for it."

Then why don't you go?

Thinking about it, Zeng suddenly realized.

This is Song Jiyun's real purpose, right?

Not only did she want to seize the management right of the kiln factory, but she also wanted to drive her son out of Liang County.

"The heart of snake and scorpion!" She stared at Song Jiyun bitterly, "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Song Jiyun smiled softly, but the words that came close to her ear were gloomy: "If you want retribution, it will come to you first. What am I afraid of?"

"You!" Zeng pointed at her and was speechless.

Song Jiyun continued to whisper to her: "Grandmother should think carefully about my words! Otherwise, if you continue to entangle like this, it will not only be as simple as driving out of Liang County!"

Zeng was dizzy with anger, and after a while said: "Okay! Sanliang moved to the old house."

As for whether she would "not step into Liang County in this life", she did not promise.

Song Jiyun didn't pursue it either.

If she can move them back after letting them move out, then she is too incompetent!

Song Jiyun smiled slightly.

Song Sanliang, who had been silent all this time, fell on his head, limp on the ground bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

"Sanliang!" Zeng Shi and Li Shi threw themselves on him sadly...

Sisters, I'm sorry I took a day off yesterday. Today, two in one, a long chapter.