I made a fortune by marrying a sickly woman!

What Song Jin said was not politeness, but the truth.

Husband and wife share honor and disgrace.

Helping Qin Chi solve the disaster will benefit Song Jin rather than harm him.

After Qin Chi left the capital, there was no change in the capital, and there was still a lot of talk about him. In addition, it was heard that Emperor Mingcheng went to the warm room to hibernate during the winter, and the government affairs were handled by the cabinet ministers.

Song Jin was not only sent back to Huizhou during the New Year.

At the end of the year, it was time to settle accounts. The remaining cotton after selling to the Ministry of Industry was put on the market in Beijing at a price of three coins per pound, and it was quickly sold out. As for the Jifang Pharmacy, it was temporarily closed after the conflict with the Liu family. Only some of the medicinal materials were kept for storage, and the rest were all packaged and sold to Shun'an Commercial Bank.

As far as Song Jin knows.

Shunan Trading Company either sent the goods to the northwest or to the disaster area.

Compared to Gao Yi of Shunan Trading Company, Song Jin knew that he was just a proper businessman.

There is no benefit in getting up early.

But the annual income is very considerable.

With today's income, we can quickly build a merchant ship.

"Madam, we have a guest."

Mrs. Pan came over to report.

Song Jin closed the account book and asked outside the door, "Which mansion are you from?"

"It is said that he is from the Lingding Marquis Mansion." replied Mrs. Pan.

Song Jin was surprised, "Why would anyone come to the Marquis' Mansion? My husband is not at home."

Although he was confused, Song Jin still straightened his clothes and waited until he was able to be polite enough to meet the guests before he stepped out of the room.

Came to the front of the hall.

There sat a young man, tall and mighty, who was obviously a military commander.

There were two soldiers standing behind him.

There was hot tea on the tea table next to him, half of which had been drunk. On the floor of the hall were two camphorwood boxes and a large package.

When the general saw Song Jin coming out, he immediately stood up and saluted politely, "Pei Xi greets Madam. This time it's the Third Young Master Ling. Seeing that I'm going back to the capital to report on my work, he specially asked me to send some Northwest local gifts over."

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Song Jin exchanged a few polite words with the other party.

Pei Xi left without staying any longer.

When he came back, he also heard that Qin Chi had gone to Taihu Lake to provide disaster relief and would not be back for a while. There was only his wife at home, and as a foreign man, he would not be able to stay for too long.

Qin Qi came over and opened the box.

It's filled with stuff.

The things are a bit mixed, but not too few.

One box was filled with cordyceps, raisins, dried fruits, etc., and the other box was full of highland barley wine. In addition, there were hundreds of kilograms of beef jerky. It was truly a local gift.

Grab a handful of raisins.

Song Jin stuffed one into her mouth, "Very sweet, delicious. If it weren't for the gift of soil sent by the other party today, I would have almost forgotten that my husband has such a good classmate."

"He went to the Northwest Army Camp."

Qin Qi knew that the northwest was a long way away and it would be difficult to contact him. "He still had some conscience. He knew to send some gifts to the young master at the end of the year. He didn't even give a gift when the young master won the first place in the imperial examination."

Song Jin laughed, "Put these things away, and keep the wine until your young master returns home."

"I thought Madam wanted someone to take her to Taihu Lake."

"It's not worth it for a stutter."

Song Jin didn't want to trouble his men. It was freezing cold in the winter. He just wanted to send some food to Qin Chi. Would he be short of food? Don't say that it was a disaster area.

That place is close to Huizhou.

It is equivalent to being close to Qin Chi’s base camp.

Song Jin felt a little regretful that she couldn't go back to Huizhou this year. Not only could she not see her son and daughter, but Qin Chi was not here either. She had to stay in Beijing alone to celebrate the New Year.

Man proposes, God disposes. I suddenly got pregnant.

If she was not pregnant, she would probably go back to Huizhou even if Qin Chi did not allow it.

Qin Qi called Cook Feng and Mrs. Pan to move things.

Since Old Li is not around, Qin Qi temporarily takes over the role of housekeeper.

Song Jin sat on a chair in the hall and watched them busying around. She wanted to help with these heavy tasks, but the three of them would not let her do it. At this time, she saw Old Man Hong coming over with a stack of invitations in his hand.

Qin Qi took it at the door and turned to Song Jin, "Madam, the young master is not in the capital, and he has sent a lot of invitations."

"It's a gift even if it's just for show."

Song Jin knew the twists and turns involved. For example, whether I go or not is my problem, but if you don’t send an invitation, it’s your problem. “If there is something festive, just send a gift.”

Qin Qi asked again: "What about the palace banquet, Madam, do you want to attend?"

The palace banquet at the end of the year is held by the Ministry of Rites every year.

Song Jin thought for a moment and said, "When the Ministry of Rites comes to confirm the attendance list, tell them that I am pregnant and not feeling well, so it is not appropriate for me to attend the palace banquet."

Pregnancy is a good excuse.

Mentioning the palace reminded Song Jin of the past when she received the reward from the empress. She should have gone to the palace to express her gratitude. Later, when she inquired at the palace gate, she found out that only women of the third rank and above were qualified to enter the palace to see the empress.

Song Jin was not a lady of imperial decree, and without a letter of imperial decree, she was not even qualified to submit a letter requesting a meeting.

Unless the Queen suddenly wants to see her.

Otherwise, you can’t even get close to the palace gate.

It is said that the queen is old and in poor health, and she rarely sees people outside the palace.

The so-called thanks can only be left unresolved.

Anyway, she had been to the palace, and even knelt down and kowtowed at the gate to express her gratitude.

The closer it gets to the end of the year.

As the number of interpersonal relationships increased, Song Jin often received New Year gifts from others at home.

When Song Jin found out, he asked for a return gift.

On New Year's Eve, the house was decorated festively, with new couplets and window decorations posted and festive lanterns hung.

However, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, a man lay on his bed, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside.

A feeling of melancholy called longing came over me.

"lady."

Qin Qi knocked on the door.

Judging from her cheerful tone, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

Song Jin stood up and opened the door. "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"The young master sent someone to deliver something back."

Qin Qi handed Song Jin a bundle.

Song Jin took it and closed the door.

He returned to the table, put the bundle on it, and slowly opened the three letters on the top.

Song Jin picked it up and saw a letter with "My wife's personal letter" on it, which was obviously written by Qin Chi.

The remaining two letters were both from “mother herself”.

The handwriting on one letter was ordinary, while the handwriting on the other was crooked.

Song Jin didn't even need to open the letter to read the contents, tears immediately filled her eyes.

Then she opened Qin Chi's letter.

He began by writing a few sentences about the situation at Taihu Lake, saying that the disaster situation had stabilized and that he would set out for Beijing next spring. Later on, he did not write about longing, but every sentence was filled with longing.

When it comes to playing with words, scholars are the best.

Then, Song Jin opened the letters with better handwriting. It was a letter written by her son. The words showed the concern of a little adult, which made people feel warm.

The signature is Er Linzhang.

I opened the letter from my daughter again. The handwriting was very ugly, with only a few words written on a piece of paper.

The last sentence was actually asking mother when she would return home.

Niuniu misses you.

Song Jin burst into tears in an instant.

If she was to say who she owed in her life, it was her two children. She mentioned that she wanted to take them to Beijing, but Qin Chi said that the situation was unclear and it would be safer for the children to stay in Huizhou.