The county magistrate changed his career to selling private vegetables and sold them out

Old Madam Cheng shook her body violently as if struck by lightning, and suddenly fell backwards upright.

"Mother!" Cheng Ye exclaimed, and hugged Old Madam Cheng.

Cheng Mu glanced at the old lady Cheng who had a face like gold paper, waved his hands, and said softly, "Please ask for a doctor."

At the same moment, in the study of the Ministry of Industry's Minister's Mansion, Mrs. Cheng put her hands on Fu Ting's desk, her face pale.

"Did you do what happened to my brother? Why did you want to kill him? He is my father's only son, how can you be so cruel!"

Fu Ting didn't lift his head and said, "Why don't you ask your elder brother why he is greedy? Others brought him a ladder, and it's his own choice to go to the house to uncover tiles or climb trees to find melons. What have you got to do with me?"

"It's you! It must be you! You say the Cheng family is exhausted, who else could it be if it wasn't you!" Cheng was furious.

Fu Ting turned a page of the book and said, "That's because I know your brother's disposition. He inherited the Pei family's ambition and selfishness, but failed to inherit the Pei family's shrewdness. Go back and see your brother, next time Goodbye, I don’t know how many years I’ll have to wait!”

The veins on Cheng's forehead twitched in anger, and she wanted to question her, but the concierge sent a message saying that the old lady of Cheng's mansion was ill, and she asked her to visit her quickly.

Cheng stomped her feet and left the study with teary eyes.

Aunt Li watched Cheng's walk away, and told the maid beside her: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, send someone to prepare some ritual gifts for the eldest son, and then go to the silver building to pick out the most popular styles at the moment and make two good looks together. Send it to Yuzhou."

The maid answered and retreated.

Mount Qingcheng, Fujiazhuang.

Fuji's Village is a paradise, occupying the entire Qingcheng Mountain, and every plant, tree, animal and animal on the mountain belongs to the Fu's family.

In addition to the family members of the Fu family, there are also artists, craftsmen, and knight-errants from other places on the mountain. In the end, without exception, they all took the surname Fu.

Only the Fu family is kept in Mount Qingcheng, this is the rule.

The current head of the Fu family, Fu Xiaolou, is squatting in the courtyard with the former head of the family, Fu Yi, reading a letter together, head to head and shoulder to shoulder, regardless of their image.

At any rate, he was wearing a pair of straw sandals. His father was barefoot and didn't even wear shoes, and there was a pile of chicken feces next to him.

Fu Xiaolou has no sons, only three daughters, and the successor of his next patriarch has not yet been found.

"Father, show me that baby's little portrait again!" Fu Xiaolou stretched his neck and touched it quietly with one hand.

"Go aside, I haven't finished watching yet!" Patriarch Fu turned sideways and slapped his son's paw away.

"You've read it four times, and I'll just look at the small portrait...it looks so good-looking, it looks like the successor of our Fu family!"

Patriarch Fu grinned like a lotus, cheerfully took out two small palm-sized portraits from the envelope, and laughed out loud after looking at them.

"Hehe, that kid finally did a good deed for the Fu family and left a good seed!"

Fu Xiaolou smacked the slobber from the corner of his mouth, and touched his father with his elbow, "Father, think of a way, let's bring Xiao Huaihuai to the mountain! The mountain is good, there are chickens flying all over the place, and there are insects, fish and birds everywhere." Beast, three steps and one trap, five miles and one trick, how lively, Xiao Huaihuai will definitely like it!"

Patriarch Fu glared at him, "Fuck off! My son and grandson are still outside, so what's the use of bringing the little great-grandson back alone!"

Fu Xiaolou clicked his tongue, and said in a bachelor's voice: "Father, elder brother is already a member of the imperial court, and it is useless to come back. My nephew was also raised and abandoned outside. There is no suitable son in my generation. The rest of the grandchildren can count on, if you don't let Xiao Huaihuai follow me, I, I will go down the mountain to ask for someone!"

Patriarch Fu carefully smoothed the side corners of the small statue, glanced at his son, and said, "Xiao Lou, it's not that my father doesn't love you, you should think about it carefully, your little nephew is not from our Fu family." As for the person, his surname is Jiang! That useless nephew of yours hasn’t coaxed his wife so far, so what are you going to ask for?”

Fu Xiaolou was stunned, a fine line suddenly appeared on his handsome face without a trace of wrinkle, he stood up patted his thigh, took two steps forward, turned around again, scratched his head and asked, "Father, So what's the matter now?"

The old Patriarch Fu was also very melancholy, and said: "She is a good girl, our Fu family can't treat her badly. You pass on a word, as long as you don't get involved in the dispute between the crown prince, don't let those officials bully your nephew and daughter-in-law. No way!"

Fu Xiaolou's eyes flickered, and he squatted down in front of his father again, "I'd better send some people down the mountain to have a look!"

"Don't!" Patriarch Fu stared bullishly, "Have you forgotten what Yuan'er said? Let us not interfere with his affairs, let's talk about it when he wants someone, this matter can't be rushed!"

Fu Xiaolou was a little anxious, "Then we can't just wait!"

Patriarch Fu stroked his gray beard, and smiled triumphantly and mysteriously: "Help Yuan'er coax his wife back first, and then I guarantee that you will let him go east so he won't dare go west!"

……

Jiangshan is preparing to be sent to Guyang County for the Mid-Autumn Festival ceremony.

In addition to the food she made by herself, there are also some local specialties and a pile of clothes, shoes and socks.

Of course she didn't make the clothes, shoes and socks by herself, it was mainly done by Liang Chen, she embroidered flowers or a few words, and some of them were bought directly from the tailor shop.

Fu Qiyuan followed and watched the whole time. He didn't speak for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The etiquette prepared by Jiang Shan was very comprehensive and careful, all the relatives and friends in Guyang County were considered, even the Cao Zhifu's family who was going to work in other places did not miss it.

Of course, the people she gave gifts to were Song Wanrong and Cao Qing.

Fu Qiyuan waited from morning until dark, but he didn't get the desired result.

Alas, the road to chasing a wife is long and long...!
"Shan'er, the Fu family sent another batch of goods. Some pieces of fabric are not bad. They are warm in winter and cool in summer. Later, you can ask Liangchen to make some clothes for you and Huai'er."

"Oh, good." Jiang Shan replied, but did not continue.

"Shan'er, Anyi, Fu Li and the others will not be able to go back casually during the New Year holidays. They must stay in Yuzhou to celebrate the holidays with us."

"That's natural, their new clothes are already being made."

"...Shan'er, have you arranged all the gift lists for the Mid-Autumn Festival? Have you missed anything?"

"Liangchen and I have been right three times, we can't be wrong!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Fu Qiyuan couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Huai'er's apprenticeship ceremony can be skipped, but the Fu family's kindness should be expressed to some extent, I think..."

Fu Qiyuan hesitated to speak.

Jiang Shan blinked.

Fu Qiyuan: "...!"

country:……!
After a long silence, Jiang Shan tentatively asked: "You mean, let's give some Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to your ancestors?"

Let's... Fu Qiyuan was elated, but he pretended to be reserved and said: "I think it's indecent to come and not go."