The wife of a powerful minister?Don't worry, I'll take back my destiny first

Shangguanjiao and others begged for a long time, and finally a ship agreed to chase the ship Ni Ge and the others were on, but Shangguanjiao was asked to pay three times the ship's price.

Shangguan Jiao was so happy that she took out ten taels of silver and asked the boat boss to quickly sail the boat, but saw the boat boss looking at her with a sad look on his face.

Shangguanjiao was a little scared and yelled angrily: "You idiot, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Bah!" The boat boss threw the ten taels of silver back into Shangguanjiao's hand: "Why are you sending this little money to a beggar? The three times the boat fee I mentioned is three times the price of chartering a boat. It's not you. Three times the boat fare for a few people.”

"Go and find out. The starting price for chartering a boat is fifty taels of silver. Triple it to one hundred and fifty taels. Don't make fun of me if you don't have money! This is so fucking disgusting!"

Shangguanjiao was kicked off the boat by the boatman before she could recover from the 10 taels of silver.

Shangguan Jiao was depressed after being kicked off the ship twice in one day.

She always felt that ever since Ni Ge injured her legs, she had been unlucky and would never have a good life again.

"It must be Ye! But how did she take away her luck?" Shangguanjiao frowned, unable to relieve her sadness: "I have to go to the imperial capital quickly and find Grandpa Tianshi to change my luck."

On the other side, Ding Zhongwen was escorted to the border to mine for March. He had only been walking for one day, and he could no longer walk. When passing a cliff, Ding Zhongwen slipped and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

The escorting officer looked at the bottom of the bottom of the cliff, wrote the words "Escaped and fell off the cliff and died" on Ding Zhongwen's document, and continued on his way with the other prisoners.

Ding Zhongwen fell into a coma after falling off the cliff. When he woke up, he found himself lying on a carriage.

An old voice sounded: "Are you awake?"

Ding Zhongwen's lips were chapped, and his worried voice was hoarse: "Old man, where am I?"

The old man said: "You didn't die even after falling off the cliff, which shows that you are a man of great destiny. My wife passed by there and just saved your life."

Ding Zhongwen struggled to get up: "Madam? I'll go and thank her for saving her life."

The old man stretched out his hand to hold him down: "Your injuries are not healed yet, so you should wait until you are healed before thanking my wife."

Ding Zhongwen nodded feebly: "The grace of saving my life should be repaid with a spring of water. I, Ding Zhongwen, will definitely work hard to repay my wife's kindness."

I raised my eyebrows: "What did you say your name was?"

Ding Zhongwen said doubtfully: "Student Ding Zhongwen is a scholar from Kaiyang County, Huaiyang Prefecture. He was framed and imprisoned. He was sentenced to go mining on the border for three months."

"I remember being on the edge of a cliff. I sprained my foot and fell down. Didn't the officials come down to find me?"

"Hehe~" the old man sneered: "It's strange that official servants would go down the cliff to look for you. They must have casually written something on your paperwork, and you fell off the cliff and died. Now you are just a person in the government. Dead people.”

"Sir, if you dare to return to your place of origin, you will definitely be accused of cheating your death and escaping."

Ding Zhongwen didn't expect it to be like this. He was frightened and said at a loss: "Old man, what should I do?"

The old man was silent for a long time: "Just wait a minute. I'll discuss it with my wife and then I'll tell you what to do?"

After that, the old man asked the coachman to stop. He jumped out of the carriage and went to the carriage behind.

Ding Zhongwen vaguely heard voices coming from him, but he couldn't hear clearly what was said.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old man came back beaming with joy, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and congratulated Ding Zhongwen: "Congratulations, sir! Congratulations, sir!"

Ding Zhongwen, the second monk, was confused: "Old man, what do you mean? Where does my happiness come from?"

The old man smiled and said: "Sir, this is what happened."

"My wife is the wife of Lord Ding Peizhi, the Minister of Household Affairs. Since she prayed for my Lord twenty years ago, she has been living with my son in the ancestral land."

"No, a month ago, my adults believed to let the wife bring my son to the capital to reunite. But on the way to the Emperor's capital, my son died of evil and dysentery." I don’t want to eat.” The old man said and sighed: “Hey, my wife’s life is miserable~”

Listening to the old man's words, Ding Zhongwen's eyes rolled rapidly, and his heart was so excited that it was about to jump out of his chest.

He had already heard the implication of the old man's words.

This lady might not be a married woman, but a shady outsider who gained the favor of Master Ding with the help of a son.

And I am afraid that the young master is not suffering from a serious disease, but is actually a sick man.

Ding Zhongwen tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and waited for the old man to finish speaking.

Seeing that Ding Zhongwen was obviously moved, but still holding back, the old man couldn't help but nodded secretly: he and his wife were both afraid that Ding Zhongwen could not hold his breath.

Now that I look at him, I see that he is a man who does great things.

"Sir, just now you said that you would be a cow or a horse to repay my wife. Now, I don't need you to be a cow or a horse. I just want you to be my wife's son. Are you willing?"

Ding Zhongwen hesitated for a moment: "I would like to be my wife's son. But I still have my mother at home. Isn't this good?"

The old man hurriedly said: "Is that so? I'm afraid that someone will find out the young master's life experience and ruin the madam's important affairs."

"Otherwise, I'll find someone to take care of your mother-in-law and let her keep this secret forever."

Ding Zhongwen struggled for a moment and nodded: "I will make the decision in everything."

"Hahahaha~" the old man laughed: "Young master is smart, how can the son of a mountain village woman compare with the young master of the Household Minister's family? Don't worry, I will definitely have a great time after your mother's death!"

After the old man finished speaking, he handed all the documents in his hand to Ding Zhongwen.

Ding Zhongwen opened it and saw that it was also the identity document of a scholar with the same name.

If it weren't for the different birthplaces and birthdays, he almost thought they were his own.

"Sir, look, you both have the same name. This is the fate that God has rewarded!"

Ding Zhongwen also nodded secretly: Sure enough, everything has its own destiny. He just said that his luck has always been good, how could he be in jail? It turns out that there is no way out, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers!

Ding Zhongwen really wanted to create three voices: God has treated him well! There is such wealth and wealth waiting for him here.

It's great. From now on, he will be the son of the household minister's family, and he will no longer be a poor scholar compared with Ni Ge and other poor scholars.

Ding Zhongwen suddenly felt proud and relaxed.

The old man summoned the secret guards and gave instructions quietly, and no one mentioned the Zhao family again.

Every day from then on, Ding Zhongwen kept reciting the trivial details of his life in the previous twenty years in the carriage, until he knew it by heart, until he mistakenly thought that was his life, and they arrived in Yandu City.

Far away in Xinghua Village, Kaiyang County, on a dark and windy night, Mrs. Zhao died silently.

When the villagers found her body, her body had already become erect.

At this time, Ni Ruishan had to organize the villagers to bury Zhao. However, a wealthy businessman passing by the place saw the incident and donated a hundred taels to help people deal with Zhao's death.

Ni Ruishan asked the wealthy businessman why he did this. The wealthy businessman said that it was to pray for his family and he did not want to see a mother who worked hard to support the son of a great scholar in such a miserable state.

Everyone said that Mrs. Zhao had a good life and would be buried well when she died. Little did he know that it was the wealthy businessman who killed Zhao himself.

His payment of one hundred taels was just to fulfill his promise to Ding Zhongwen.