Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 138 Jealousy (5 more)
Mrs. Song rolled her eyes up in anger, slammed the door and entered the room.

When Papa Song came back, she glared at him angrily, "He's gone?"

Father Song coughed and said, "It's not easy for Brother Lu to come all the way, why don't you let him stay for two days?"

Seeing that Father Song was taking the key to open the door of the West Room, Mrs. Song hurriedly stopped him, "What are you doing?"

"Don't Saburo Westinghouse and the others have a vacant room next door? I'll go clean it up and let Old Brother Lu live in it for the time being."

Seeing that Mrs. Song still had an angry look on her face, Father Song advised her, "Don't be so sullen, it's San Lang and his master, if we treat her badly, San Lang will know about it in the future, so he can't hate us to death. Be a father and a mother?"

Mrs. Song said: "It's not that I don't want him to stay. I'm just afraid that he will sneak into the study and take away Sanlang's treasure while I'm not paying attention. Didn't you listen to him? I came here specially for the treasure, and Sanlang said all the words before he left." Speaking of the share, I also promised well, if he doesn't even look down on a study, he will hate me, a mother, if he finds out!"

"That won't be the case." Father Song said firmly, "I've asked, and if he doesn't take the initiative to take it, he will just wait for you to give it to him."

"Then can I give it to him?" Song Pozi rolled her eyes, "Sanlang doesn't say anything, so don't even think about it."

Father Song didn't say any more, and went out of the hall to clean up Old Man Lu's house.

Old man Lu was really rude, so he moved in directly, took a nap peacefully, and got up to eat dinner.

At the dinner table, Old Man Lu chewed peanuts and muttered, "That bastard Song Wei didn't even inform me, his master, when he was going to the capital. He is treating me as a thief, so be careful?"

Mrs. Song asked him, "Why are you here, baby?"

Old man Lu said: "A painting, if the eldest sister can decide to give it to me, I will take it and leave immediately."

"That's impossible." Song Pozi refused flatly, "San Lang left the conversation before leaving, and no one will see it off."

"Then I'll pay for it."

"No amount will be sold!"

"Hey! Is your family struggling with money?" I thought Song Wei was a stubborn ass, but he didn't expect his mother to be even more stubborn. This big family is inherited?

"San Lang has said that he won't sell it. If you don't make sense, then you are making trouble with my wife."

Old man Lu took a sip of his wine and squinted his eyes in enjoyment, "I said, the brat has collected so many treasures, it's not too much to honor me with a painting, right?"

"Not too much." Mrs. Song nodded, "If you can find a way to get him to talk, let alone a painting, even if the study room asks you to move it, I have nothing to say."

Old man Lu snorted softly. Song Wei's mouth was made of stone. If he could pry it open, he would have already got the painting. As for staying here? "Since the eldest sister refuses, let's continue to spend!"

Mrs. Song acted as if she was afraid of someone, "The New Year is coming up in a few months, I don't believe you won't go back."

"I really let the big sister talk about it." Old man Lu raised his eyebrows, and took a sip of wine, "If I can't get the painting, I'll spend the new year at your house by the way."

Mrs. Song: "..."

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Ever since Old Man Lu lived in Song's house, he and Father Song hadn't met each other very late, and they sat together drinking and chatting every now and then.

Over time, word spread in the village.

As soon as Mrs. Song went out, someone asked her, what did the old man do when he came to their house?

Mrs. Song didn't say it was Saburo's master, only that he was a relative.

She knows the virtues of the people in the village, and when she talks about Master, she must ask the bottom line. If she slips her mouth and reveals the treasure hidden in Sanlang's study, how many thieves will be worried about it?

Last time, because of the dowry of San Lang's wife, all the young and old of the Zhou family were mobilized. This time, how many pairs of eyes will be attracted!

The villagers asked again, when will Saburo come back?
Mrs. Song didn't hide it either, saying that next year, the township examination will be in September, and it will be around the end of August.

Ever since Song Wei went to Beijing, the villagers stretched their necks looking forward to it, and waited for Song Wei to come back to give them a job in the field. After hearing Mrs. Song's words, they felt at ease, and the expression on her face was nothing like seeing a money tree. different.

Mrs. Song knew that the villagers were sweet-talking, but she wasn't sure what to think. She was happy to be supported by others, even if it was just a scene, and she felt comfortable listening to it. Who made her give birth to a promising son?
Others just want to give birth, and they don't have that ability!

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Mrs. Song didn't let go, and old man Lu didn't know how to grab it. He stayed comfortably at the Song's house, and Mrs. Song took good care of him.

Erlang's daughter-in-law even laughed at her mother-in-law in private, saying that she was not happy to ask her to go to the ground to help with a day's work, but this time it was a good thing, and moved a Bodhisattva to the house, serving delicious food and drink all day long, which was more exciting than serving her father-in-law.

Mrs. Song is also helpless, she has never seen such a person, for a broken painting, stubbornly refusing to leave, living in other people's house for several months, not feeling ashamed to panic at a very old age, or looking at him For Master Sanlang's sake, Mrs. Song rolled up her sleeves and kicked him out.

It's almost the end of the new year, and old man Lu still has no intention of leaving.

The town school was on vacation, and after Song Yuanbao came back, he used the study room more.

On this day, Father Song took over his job and left for work. Mrs. Song was digging radishes in the vegetable garden. When she came back, she saw that the door of the study was open, and Song Yuanbao was still reading inside, without changing her posture.

Mrs. Song put the radish in the kitchen, and hurried to the main room to have a look, but the old man Lu who was sitting there before was gone, she hurried out and went to the west room to look again, but there was still no one.

Mrs. Song cried inwardly, she turned around and went to the study, standing at the door and asked Song Yuanbao, "Yuanbao, have you seen old man Lu?"

Song Yuanbao let out an "oh" and said, "Grandpa Lu is gone."

"Gone?" Mrs. Song raised her voice, "Where did he go?"

Song Yuanbao said truthfully: "Grandpa Lu came to the study earlier, and a painting fell off the wall. When he picked it up, he told me to borrow it to copy it, and return it later."

Mrs. Song was in a panic, "You...you agreed?"

"Yeah." Song Yuanbao nodded, "Grandpa Lu is Daddy's master, that's my Grand Master, I have to borrow it!"

"Oh my silly grandson, you've ruined your father's big business this time."

Song Yuanbao pursed his lips. He purposely gave the painting to old man Lu. Who made the father not write a letter after leaving for so long? Now that the painting is gone, let's see if he is in a hurry!
When Father Song came back in the evening, Mrs. Song told the story and asked the old man to make up his mind.

Father Song didn't expect his eldest grandson to do such a thing, "If you want me to say, let's pretend that this has never happened, don't say anything, and let Sanlang know when he comes back next year. What to do then, he will I will go to find his master later, but now everyone has disappeared, where can we find him?
It’s not appropriate to write a letter to the capital to tell Saburo. Saburo is studying to prepare for the exam. We, fathers and mothers, can’t help, so we can’t always hold people back, can we?A letter was sent, and it distracted him. Will he take the Juren exam next year? "

Mrs. Song was given a headache by what he said, "Okay, you shut up! I'll ask you for an idea. You're better off, and you'll come up with a bunch of useless things. Since you said you can't tell Saburo, I'll pretend it's okay. What's going on, don't say anything, you can do whatever you want in the future."

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Letters come from the capital, and everyone is busy at the end of the year. If you take the usual way of entrusting someone to send letters, you will not be able to return for a month.

Fortunately, Xu Shu was warm-hearted, knowing that Song Wei was going to send a letter home, he specially found someone to deliver it to him, and within seven or eight days, it was transferred to Mrs. Song's hands.

The old couple couldn't read, so they went to Song Yuanbao as soon as they got the letter and asked him to read it.

Song Yuanbao stared at the envelope for a long time before taking it and slowly opening it, standing in the main room and reading.

When Song Wei was at home, he was dull-tempered and not talkative. The first letter from home was thoughtful, and he wrote a few pages eloquently. He first greeted his parents and Yuan Bao, and then reported to his family that they were safe, saying that they bought it within a few days of arriving in the capital. He lived in a small courtyard in a hutong, not far from the Imperial College where he went to study. Although it was not as spacious as his home, he still had a place that could shelter him from the wind and rain, and it was his own. rooted temporarily.

Regarding the matter of asking a doctor to treat Wen Wan's throat, Song Wei didn't mention anything in the letter, because he considered that he was not fully sure that it could be cured, so he said it in advance, fearing that there would be no joy at that time.

At the end of the letter, he urged Song Yuanbao to study hard in the town school. No matter the study environment or the Dr. Xuezheng teaching in the Imperial College, it is unmatched by any other place. It is not a problem to raise a person.

Seeing that his father cared a lot for him in the letter, Song Yuanbao slowly dissipated the resentment he had hoarded for several months, and he finally had a smile on his face.

Song Wei also wrote the same condolence letter and sent it to Ningzhou Prefecture School.

Hao Yun was studying there.

Song Wei didn't say anything else, just asked a simple hello at the beginning, and then started to get down to business. He wrote several pieces of letter paper, thicker than a family letter, all introducing the Imperial College, from the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside Wai described to Hao Yun the environment, courses and vacations of the Imperial College.

There is not a word in it to show off himself, let alone tell Hao Yun that he skipped a grade and was assigned to the second grade internal class because of his excellent grades in the entrance examination.

Even Song Wei sent Hao Yun a few books, all of which were useful to him.

As always, he behaved like a calm gentleman.

But in Hao Yun's view, Song Wei's biggest show off is not showing off.

Halfway through, Hao Yun's eyes were already dyed red with hatred, he tore the letter paper into pieces, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Song, Wei!"

Isn't it just going to the Imperial College to study for a few months, what is there to be proud of?
Diligence can make up for weakness, Song Wei reads for several hours a day, he doubles, and next year he will be squeezed out of Song Wei in the township examination, he wants to see how long this high-profile Guozijian Gongsheng can be proud of!

(End of this chapter)