Transmigrated into a short-lived widow? Cold-faced uncle fights for my life

Although she was most puzzled as to why the young lady asked about this for no reason, Hua Cui nodded.

"Of course there is. Nanny Song is an elder in the mansion. After she offended the old lady, she was assigned by the housekeeper to work for the young lady."

"Since the young lady lives alone, the courtyard doesn't need so many people, so Nanny Song has only been doing the cleaning work."

Jiang Mingwei's steps slowed down slightly. "Really? But why haven't I seen him these past few days?"

"Madame Song is old and in poor health, so she cleans the courtyard every day before the young lady gets up. Do you want to see her?"

Jiang Mingwei nodded, "Let's meet, I just happen to have something to ask."

The original owner was cowardly and had no control over the household. Almost everyone in the Wei Mansion was Zhou's people, and Hua Cui was the only person she could trust.

If she wants to gain a foothold in the Wei family, she has to plan for herself. But she didn't expect that Nanny Song would have a conflict with Zhou?

The relationship between those two must be bad.

It is morally and logically necessary for you to meet this old man.

After arriving at the courtyard, Hua Cui took her to the backyard and knocked on a slightly shabby door.

"Who is it?" a hoarse voice came from inside the house.

"Madam Song, I'm Hua Cui, and the Madam wants to see you."

"Wait a moment."

After a while, the door was pushed open and the musty smell hit her in the face. Jiang Mingwei frowned.

The old man in front of me was wearing coarse cloth clothes with patches on them. His back was hunched, showing his old age, but his eyes were extremely bright.

Looking at Jiang Mingwei in front of her, she pretended to salute.

"Madame Song, there's no need to be so polite."

Jiang Mingwei quickly supported her, and Nanny Song did not hesitate and spoke straight to the point.

"I wonder what the Madam wants to see me for?"

She had been sent to this side room in the backyard for some time, but Jiang Mingwei didn't seem to care about it.

I'm afraid he has some ulterior motive for coming here today, a hint of doubt flashed in Nanny Song's eyes.

Jiang Mingwei saw the vigilance in her eyes and suddenly felt guilty.

Could she say that the original owner had no idea that such a prominent figure lived in this courtyard?

"I heard that Nanny Song is an elder in the mansion. I forgot about this matter due to my negligence. I am really sorry. You are weak and should not live here."

With a guilt-filled smile, Jiang Mingwei ordered.

"I'll ask Hua Cui to make a clean and bright room for you later. You don't have to do the cleaning work in the future. Nanny Song is the elder, so just give orders to those little girls."

"No need." Nanny Song was even colder than Jiang Mingwei had imagined.

He took a step back, his face distant.

"Although I am old, I can still do the cleaning. Madam, why don't you tell me first, what exactly are you here for?"

Being stared at by her, Jiang Mingwei could only force an awkward smile.

As expected of an old man from the Wei Mansion, he is extremely shrewd and better at deceiving and currying favor than Wei Jing.

Yes, there is no free lunch in this world, and Jiang Mingwei is not a good person.

On the one hand, she felt sorry for Nanny Song, but she actually wanted to get information from her.

The memories brought by the time travel are too limited. We only know that Wei Jing eventually died on the battlefield, but we don’t know why Zhou hated him so much?

In the past few days, she had also heard some information and learned that Wei Jing was not Zhou's biological son, but was born to a concubine, and was later brought into the Wei family by Master Wei.

A son of a concubine, who was said to have only taken the surname and was not recorded in the Wei family genealogy, shouldn't the Zhou family look down on and despise him?

But even when Wei Zhi was alive, Zhou always treated Wei Jing with extreme hatred.

The hatred was so intense that he wanted to cut Wei Jing into pieces, stew him and eat him. It was so overwhelming and lasting for many years!

This is so unusual.

Jiang Mingwei guessed that there must be some other reason behind this.

If we can unravel Wei Jing's life story, it might be easier to escape from the Wei family in the future.

In short, Jiang Mingwei hopes that everything that happens will be in her favor.

If you want to know what happened back then, it would be best to ask the elderly people in the mansion.

But Nanny Song was too wary of her.

Jiang Mingwei didn't dare to force it, for fear that it would increase her vigilance, so she could only use a roundabout tactic.

But I didn't expect Nanny Song to be so stubborn.

Jiang Mingwei was not discouraged and smiled, "Madam, when have you ever seen me abuse a servant? It was just out of kindness, Madam, just accept it, there is no other reason."

"Hua Cui, you take care of the arrangements. I'm going to take a rest."

After saying this, she turned and left, her wide sleeves bringing up a gust of breeze.

There is still a long time to go, so it won’t be too late to ask after Nanny Song is no longer on guard against her.

And based on her experience in selecting a graduate supervisor, she blindly picked a master in the industry, so Jiang Mingwei had a hunch -

Nanny Song is such a proud person, yet she dared to argue with Zhou and was not thrown out of the Wei Mansion. She must have some extraordinary qualities!

night.

Qingfeng followed Jiang Mingwei's method, applying hot compresses to Wei Jing and then giving him medicated massage. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but he saw that he looked much more relaxed.

"Second Master looks much better. Is it not so painful now?"

Wei Jing stretched his shoulders and neck, and they were indeed much looser. "It's much better."

"I see that the blood clots on Second Master's back have dissipated a lot. Madam's method is really effective!"

Qingfeng was so happy that he danced with joy. "I thought the eldest lady was difficult to get along with, but I didn't expect her to be so nice."

"Qingfeng, don't speak nonsense." Wei Jing frowned slightly.

But he suddenly thought of that beautiful night. The drug took effect and he couldn't resist the temptation brought by Jiang Mingwei...

Suddenly, my ears felt hot.

"My sister-in-law has been kind to me, and I feel guilty towards her. When I feel better, you can prepare some gifts and I will personally give them to her."

Qingfeng sighed, nodded and muttered, "Yes, our Second Master is the most grateful, otherwise he would not have been coerced by the Wei Mansion!"

A cold glance swept over, Qingfeng quickly covered his mouth and retreated quickly.

The candle went out, Wei Jing looked at the familiar and simple environment around him, and inexplicably recalled the warmth of that night...

His Adam's apple rolled slightly and he turned over carefully, thinking that he might be crazy.

That was his eldest brother's widow. How could he, as the younger brother, have such wild thoughts?

After being forced by Hua Cui to take medicine for a few days, Jiang Mingwei finally recovered.

She has not been idle these days.

She went through all the accounts of the shop and farm that was given as a dowry.

You wouldn’t know until you turned over. After turning over, Jiang Mingwei even had the urge to rush up to that old witch and slap her!

Nine out of ten stores are almost losing money.

Not to mention Zhuangzi, whose income was less than half of the original.

Money, all this hard-earned money, was squandered by this old witch so easily? !

"This old hag!"

After turning another page, Jiang Mingwei couldn't help but curse.

It was originally a jade shop with very good profits. However, after Zhou took over, the jade was sold as inferior quality ones and gradually the business became deserted. How could she transfer the shop for only one thousand taels?

The shop is in a good location and is well decorated. If it is sold at normal market price, it would be worth at least 50,000 taels!

Needless to say, she had the same idea for other loss-making shops.

I hold my daughter-in-law's shop in my hands, and I'm afraid of being criticized. Wouldn't it be better if I could sell it and put the money into my own pocket?

Lying on her body sucking her blood, and beating and scolding her all day long?

The original owner could bear this, but Jiang Mingwei couldn't!

Slamming the table, she stood up angrily: "Let's go, let's leave the house."