The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Song Shengfu smiled, as if she hadn't said anything just now.

"Alright, alright, let's do what we need to do. If you want to go home, go back and play. I'm not dead yet. Next time I see someone gossiping, I'll bring Kang Ge'er to their house and beat them up. I'll beat up the older ones, and Kang Ge'er will beat up the younger ones."

Ding Meishu couldn't help laughing and her expression relaxed a lot.

"Mother, you are so good, as good as my mother."

Ding Meishu walked forward and lay on Song Shengfu's knees.

Song Shengfu felt a little uncomfortable. Apart from those children, this was the first time a girl was so close to her.

She placed her hands on Ding Meishu's temples, smoothing her messy hair.

"You, don't overthink things. What we, the Bo's family, are most afraid of right now is what others say. You are the daughter-in-law of the Bo's family, and you have the Bo's family to back you up. I'm not dead yet, and even though I don't care about things, ordinary people wouldn't dare to act rashly in front of you."

"Nonsense! I wish my mother could live a hundred years."

Ding Meishu was a little depressed. The talk about life and death made people feel sad.

Song Shengfu knew that as long as she was alive, she would be a pillar of support. Just like in her previous life, when the Duan Hou Madam passed away, the Bo Mansion quickly declined.

She is more like a bond that connects everyone. Once the bond is broken, the relationship will be frozen.

What's more, at that time, the Bo family had no future at all and was already in a state of decline. Even if someone wanted to help them, they would be a hopeless case.

Thinking of this, Song Shengfu felt a sense of crisis.

Kang Ge'er hasn't grown up yet, so she should at least live until he gets married and has a promising future before leaving.

She has to urge them to work hard, otherwise what will happen to her incense?

There are so many old ghosts in the underground that it’s not enough for her to take a share from each of them.

No, last time I said I would give her half.

Song Shengfu felt happy again, but then she thought that there were only a few talents in Duan Bo's Mansion, so even half of them would not be too many.

She didn't know how much it would take to support her ghost body, and she didn't want to be reborn. Being a ghost was pretty good.

Ding Meishu didn't know what her mother-in-law was thinking, but when she looked up, she saw Song Shengfu's head full of white hair, which was a bit jarring.

At this time, Song Shengfu was still thinking about finding someone to inherit her legacy. If there were not enough people, she would burn the incense more frequently.

Look at her, she has a bright fever all day long, how nice.

Those old guys in the underground eat really well.

After sending Ding Meishu back, Song Shengfu wandered over to the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is now larger than before. I haven't been here for a few days, but the incense trough is full of ashes again.

Song Shengfu personally lit a stick of incense and casually inserted it into the incense table in the middle. After the burning incense slowly rose and connected to the roof, Song Shengfu found a cushion and sat down.

He started to mutter and complain.

There are some things she can't say here, so she can only vent here.

She wasn't talking to herself, she was really talking to those old guys in the underground.

She didn't know why, but she just knew that they could hear her if she did that.

It’s actually quite frustrating in this era. I can’t do anything and it’s very boring.

Although she has few entertainment activities as she grows older, she is not an ancient person after all, and sometimes she has to consider whether there are any taboos before speaking.

Today she almost said something stupid, and was so scared that she quickly came over to burn some incense to calm herself down.

"You guys better fight for your life. This is the time to strive for success. Don't play dead. If I get into trouble one day, it will be a disaster. You don't want to go hungry, do you?"

"Is it delicious? If it is, eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to work. I calculated that I can only live for another ten years at most, and then I can come back."

"I can't have any more. My old teeth can't even chew meat anymore. What's the point?"

"And you promised to give me half of the incense offerings. You can't go back on your word. I remember that."

Not to mention, there are really many ancestors in Duan Bo’s Mansion.

These rows of tablets look so densely packed.

There used to be a lot of people in Duan Bo's mansion. Song Shengfu saw that there were six brothers in one generation.

Why did there become fewer and fewer people as we went further back? Until we reached Duan Chongming's area, he was the only one there.

No wonder the original incarnation insisted that Duan Chongming take a concubine. Duan Chongming suffered from the lack of brothers.

In this era, there must be someone among the family who can shoulder the heavy responsibility.

For example, Duan Jingzong and Duan Jingan now, if Duan Jingzong is not doing well, Duan Jingan will have to rise up.

Even if Duan Jingzong is not around in the future, Kang Ge'er will live a good life with his capable uncle Duan Jing'an.

The original body at that time should have had the same idea. After all, Duan Jingzong was in poor health, and if she couldn't give birth, she would take a concubine for Duan Chongming and give birth to a brother for Duan Jingzong.

Duan Jing'an was given to Song Shengfu to raise as soon as he was born. The two brothers often cultivated their feelings and naturally became closer.

In their previous life, if Duan Jing'an had not been in the Ministry of Justice, Kang Ge'er and Lu might not have survived.

Otherwise, that would be the real end of your family lineage.

Duan Chongming was alone. For some unknown reason, he fell into obscurity and held an unimportant position.

Song Shengfu was also a little confused. She had no memory of this, or rather, her original body did not know what happened at the time.

Anyway, she had a premonition that something must have happened at that time. After all, the young Duan Chongming was not the negative and gloomy person he appeared later.

I wonder if this guy was beaten up by those old guys after he died.

She sat there and talked for a long time.

The servants outside could only hear the muttering inside, and they were already used to it.

What Song Shengfu said to Ding Meishu was not a lie. She had someone wait for Kang Ge'er to finish school and call him to the ancestral hall.

When Kang Ge'er came over, Song Shengfu was dozing off.

"Brother Kang, come quickly and burn some incense for these old ancestors. May they bless us with peace and safety."

Kang Ge'er is usually carefree, but he is very well-behaved in the ancestral hall. He lit three incense sticks and placed them on the main table with a solemn look on his face.

On weekdays, except for my grandmother and father, no one is allowed to enter the ancestral hall unless it is necessary.

Although grandma told them to light incense for the ancestors on weekdays, they would not come to disturb the ancestors easily.

After burning the incense, Song Shengfu took him out.

Kang Ge'er was a little confused, and Song Shengfu waited until they were far away before telling him.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you built an arena? How's that going?"

After hearing this, Kang Ge'er's expression became lively, and he pulled the leaves beside him as he walked.

"Almost there. It's just across from Shennong Lane, next to Yangliu River. The scenery there is beautiful. It used to be a teahouse, but I had it converted."

Song Shengfu nodded and asked for more details.

Kang Ge'er answered all the questions he encountered when he asked people to reform.

This teahouse was Song Shengfu's dowry shop, and the profits were actually pretty good, but the manager embezzled some money and she discovered it and had it sold.

At that time, Kang Ge'er said he wanted a fighting arena, so she thought of giving him the shop.

However, there was a requirement, which was that he had to design the arena himself, and she would allocate him a certain amount of money, which could not be exceeded. The excess would be offset by his monthly salary.

Even though he was asked to come and there were managers and servants under him, it was still not easy.