Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

He looks like a greedy dog.

Mother Ji laughed, "Little Wangcai has grown up to be just like a puppy, chasing food with his whole attention." When he was little, he looked so hungry and pitiful, but no matter if he was full or not, as long as he asked for food, he would act like a starving person waiting to be fed, waiting for his life to be saved...

"Haha, who would have the heart to reject little Wangcai? He's grown up now, and he can't trick Big Meat into asking for food!"

Wangshu picked up two steamed buns and pretended to throw them, making a few fake moves. Wangcai was very focused, leaning forward, grabbing the ground with all four feet, ready to run and jump at any time. He stared at the steamed buns, observing the expression of his previous owner, seeing through his fake moves one by one, and his eyes moved left and right, front and back, following the movement. He was focused and sharp, making accurate judgments, but all four feet remained on the ground.

It’s really a spirit!

A steamed bun was thrown high and far toward the door. Wangcai turned his head suddenly, kicked his hind legs hard, lifted his front legs into the air, took advantage of the momentum to jump up, opened his mouth and grabbed the bun halfway, then half-lay down next to Wangshu's legs, wagging his tail as if he had been electrocuted, and began to chew the bun with relish.

It now eats slowly and carefully, not knowing if there will be another steamed bun, and getting the next one will definitely require a lot of hard work...

"Wangcai is very pitiful. You know, he left his mother when he was very young..."

In order to get the second steamed bun, Wang Chai was forced to follow instructions and use all kinds of martial arts. He was busy like a dog, oh no, even more tired than a dog...

The one who was having so much fun playing with it was the former owner who felt sorry for it and left its mother when it was young...

Father and Mother Ji: ...My dear daughter, Daddy and Mommy advise you to be kind...

Qin Xiuyuan: ...As expected, happiness is built on the suffering of others. Listen to that giggle... He and Tang Bo have been training hard for the past few months, and now they are using it in occasions like this...

It is worthwhile to go back to your mother's home occasionally. Wang Chai was so tired that he successfully filled his stomach with most of the steamed buns and had a big meal.

Ji's father and his mother's eldest brother reached an agreement that the three brothers would jointly contribute money and effort to support Old Lady Ji. His mother could live at home and he would take care of her food and clothing, or she could choose to be cared for by his two older brothers, with him providing rice and flour. It was not easy for his two older brothers to rebuild their family business in a different place, so he was willing to do his best with his humble means and offered fifty taels of silver to help.

The argument about the fifty taels of silver continued until their faces turned red. Ji's father had to reveal the truth, "Mother, big brother, San'er's family has been on constant medical and pharmaceutical bills for over a decade, and our savings have long been depleted. It was only in the past six months that Shushu finally escaped the clutches of the King of Hell and finally had some spare money. These fifty taels of silver are all the savings we have now. You see, in this family, we grow vegetables, raise chickens, and make braised meat, all to save money and make a little extra. My horse was not easy to come by. Wangshu traded a braised meat recipe for a gorgeous bird. He personally trained it for several months, then spent a month scouting the streets. He finally sold it for the money he earned and used it to buy me this horse."

"Because my old donkey is too old to carry people anymore." The old donkey is older than him.

Seeing that Madam Ji was about to speak again, Ji's father hurriedly knelt down to interrupt, "Mother, San'er is useless. But San'er considers himself a good person and has lived most of his life. My wife and I have no desires and no demands, and we let others judge our right and wrong. All we want in this life is for Shushu to be healthy and happy... My wife and I have been heartbroken for many years and days, and have thought so many times that if Shushu can't make it, we will die with her..."

Father Ji couldn't kowtow. His only weakness was his daughter. Thinking of her, he would laugh heartily and cry with despair and sadness. He spoke each word with emphasis: "Wangshu is very good, very well-behaved, very smart and very considerate. She is a girl, and my wife and I are very satisfied. Mother, please don't say anything that will make her unhappy in the future."

She raised her head, tears streaming down her face, but spoke with pause, "Because in her parents' hearts, Shushu is more important than anything else in the world. Thousands of men are nothing compared to her."

……

The last three of them still left in silence, with Tang Bo and Ji Shou escorting them with lanterns.

At the door, the shadows of the departing people gradually faded. Wangshu leaned against his father, whose eyes were red, and said, "Daddy, don't be sad."

"Yeah." Father Ji still had a nasal tone as he walked back, looking indescribably sad.

Wangshu stood on tiptoe and whispered in a voice neither too loud nor too low: "Dad, you should keep the eight copper coins you hid in the crack of the door! I have dozens of taels of private money now!"

...Qin Xiuyuan and Ji's mother looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Ah, how did you know there was a crack in the door...?!" Ji's father, his emotions fluctuating wildly, jumped up and down. How could there be such a foolproof crack in the door?! ? No, my daughter had saved so much private money. "Where did you get the money?"

The night is dark, the branches are swaying, the full moon shines brightly on the world, and Mrs. Ji looks up and thinks of her relatives. The three sons she once took pride in are all in the distant city, but Mrs. Ji does not feel the slightest joy of reunion.

"Hurry up and look at the house tomorrow. It would be ridiculous to stay at an inn during the Mid-Autumn Festival. From now on, just pretend that you don't have a son like San'er!"

The two daughters-in-law remained silent, pretending that their uncle didn't have a son. They had heard this more than a decade ago...

You have to pay for the house yourself. The eldest brother Ji and the second brother looked at each other and made a secret eye contact. Under the instructions, the second brother Ji had no choice but to stand up and give his mother a way out.

"Mother, my third brother can give me fifty taels. It's a little, but it's better than nothing. We are all from outside the city, and we are brothers in this fight. Yaocheng was founded on the military, and the military households are powerful. His bastard future son-in-law is already a centurion! Let's put his unruly daughter aside and turn a blind eye to his family! The key is to be friendly on the surface, so as to plan for the future..."

Madam Ji said nothing. She looked at her granddaughter, who had always been taciturn, and asked, "Wangyue, do you have anything to say?"

Her granddaughter was well-mannered and sensible. She was only sixteen years old and in the prime of her life. In the past two years, she had considered the situation in Hangzhou County and had not arranged a marriage for her. This was also because she was prepared for the possibility that one day she would have to seek refuge. Having a granddaughter to get married would always be a way out in the new place where she settled, and it would be better to be prepared.

"My granddaughter thinks what Second Uncle said is absolutely right. I'll be delighted to be able to return to Hangzhou County in the future. Now that things are so chaotic, and since we're already in Yaocheng, Sister Shushu and her fiancé are so close, their marriage won't be delayed for long. When she gets married..." She didn't speak directly, leaving a lead, "Third Uncle is in his prime, and my brothers are also very handsome... It wouldn't hurt to spend more time with Third Uncle and Aunt. Putting aside filial piety, now is just a matter of not bothering with their trivial matters when we meet, or perhaps saying more nice things..."

Everyone was used to her saying that she would keep some things to herself, so they naturally understood that she was not interested in filial piety and would not be manipulated by her mother and brothers. So they had no choice but to go along with her and win her heart in the future, so as not to offend her and lose both her money and her life.

They may talk big and say they don't have a son, but they have no money in their pockets. Even if they have a little extra money, they rely on their parents and brothers at home and friends when they go out. If they rely on themselves alone, they will never be able to fight against four people.

"I'm old, and I don't know how many years I have left to live. You are the masters of the house, so do as you please!"

If you have your own ideas, you use filial piety to pressure others. If you have to take responsibility when something goes wrong, you say you are old... It's all a routine.

General Qin's residence, the Pearl Garden. The high halls, draped with emerald curtains, glowed with orchid-colored candles. Two bronze lampposts, each bearing a flourish of lanterns, adorned with a hundred flowers. Dozens of lights flickered in the stamens, illuminating the room like day. A luxurious step-out bed, a soft wenge couch, and an exquisite dressing table. A maid hunched over her head, her hair drooping in silence. Concubine Wang, bored, glanced around. The room was imposing, yet also dreary.

She studied herself in the bronze mirror. She was dressed in a Bixia Luo and a floor-length rose-red smoke gauze skirt. A plum blossom hairpin slanted diagonally through her wind-blown bun. Her lips were plump, her nose was straight, her skin was fair, her cheeks were rosy, and she stood straight, with round buttocks and plump melons. The only thing she lacked was perhaps a waist that wasn't as slender as a girl's. After all, she had given birth and was over thirty-five, no longer young.

No matter how well you take care of yourself, the fine lines on your eyebrows cannot be suppressed. Maybe it’s because you live a life of luxury and the fat on your waist and abdomen cannot be reduced.

Aunt Wang was looking at herself in the mirror, feeling sorry for herself when she suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. She quickly put on a shy face, loosened the collar of her dress, took off her plum blossom hairpin, and let her black hair fall down on her chest and back. Facing the direction of the light, her knees bent deeply, and her fair skin twisted and turned from her raised face, revealing the person who came in.

He had a broad back, strong waist and thick thighs, his eyes were sharp and piercing, and half his face was covered with beard. He lifted the person up with his big hands and said in a loud voice: "Auntie, I've been waiting for a long time."

He quickly changed his clothes and washed up. As a general, he was always quick and decisive. As concubine Wang, who had been with him for almost five years, was always gentle and charming. He ordered a candle to be left on and asked everyone to leave.

The Qin general, who usually got straight to the point, was unhurried tonight. He lifted his concubine's face and observed her carefully, as if looking through her to see another person. He didn't hold back, "How long have you not seen your son?"

In today's centurion competition, the young man bravely won the first place. He was steady and composed, with accurate predictions. Almost every move he made was successful, and every move he made was rewarding. The red tasseled spear was so powerful, and the white-faced young man was tall and heroic, winning applause from the whole audience.

The grief-stricken and frail boy who had to suppress his tears a few years ago has now become a promising young man who should not be underestimated. Qin Qianfeng's son is really a good person.

He is also Aunt Wang’s son, Qin Xiuyuan.

The woman was stunned, not understanding why he mentioned the child, and hesitated slightly. "Almost a year."