Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Dashan staggered two steps, his face pale.

Zhou covered her mouth with one hand, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing their parents so sad, Erya and Sanya were scared and cried.

The third master was pinched awake by the third grandmother. His face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word.

Qian cried out, "Impossible, Xiaobao is very well behaved, he can't say that."

The third grandmother looked incredulous, but she believed it in her heart, because "money-losing waste" was the way she often scolded her three granddaughters, and Xiaobao learned it from her.

Rong Tang saw Qian's expression of disdain and disgust, "This prince doesn't want to ask whether your precious son said it or not. Now this prince only asks you, does the first wife owe the second wife? Answer me!"

Her voice was stern. Qian shuddered and stammered, "No."

"Since all the money goes to the public, and the eldest wife is out earning money, shouldn't the second wife do the housework?"

"……Should……"

"Now that your second wife has a son, it's your responsibility to build a house and get him married, not the first wife's. Don't think you're more valuable than a girl just because you have something in your crotch. In my opinion, these three girls are a hundred times better than your son. Who knows who will rely on whom in the future. If I hear that you're relying on your son to bully your brother, sister-in-law, and niece again, I'll force the Third Master to divorce you. Don't think I can't do it."

What Rong Tang said was a bit unreasonable. He could be the one to judge the situation, but he had no right to make the final decision. This was equivalent to encroaching on the authority of the Third Master as the head of the family.

But from another perspective, he is also the head of the entire Rong family. In a sense, the third master has to listen to him, unless the third master does not allow him to control the lives of the villagers in Rongjia Village.

The Third Master was still swaying as he sat on the ground. The Third Grandmother was already in tears, frightened to death. "Prince Tang, please have mercy. My old man can't stand it anymore."

Qian was so frightened that her legs went limp and she fell to her knees. Rong Erhe used all his strength to pull her up.

Rong Tang saw that it was almost time and waved his hand, "Except the three masters, everyone get out."

Rong Dashan walked out in a daze, as if his bones had been pulled out, and the others followed him.

San Ya also wanted to go down, but Rong Tang held her tightly, "Three masters, come with me to the house to talk."

The three old men all went into the house, and for some reason, the third grandmother followed them.

Rong Tang looked at her and said nothing. The Third Grandma was biased and confused, but she was also San Ya's biological grandmother.

As soon as they sat down, Rong Tang got straight to the point, "San Ya is a good child. This prince wants her."

The Third Master was stunned for a moment, "Prince Tang, what does it mean to want...?"

Rong Tang frowned. "Don't you understand? This child is smart and scheming. She will become a great person in the future. But it's a waste for her to stay in the Third Master's house. She might end up being as useless as Daya and Erya. Since you don't like girls, adopt her to our uncle's house. I will raise her like a daughter of an elder family. She will be the backbone of the entire Rong family in the future."

The Third Master's face changed from a dead look to a colorful one of disbelief.

"Prince Tang, shouldn't adoption be for boys?"

The third grandmother jumped up and said, "Impossible, Xiaobao is the only boy in our family..."

"Third Grandma, you're worrying too much. Your grandson is a good-for-nothing. The Bo family doesn't want him. Third Master, think carefully. This matter will only benefit your family and the clan. Even if San Ya is not a good person, she is well-educated and well-mannered. She can find a good husband in the future. It will be enough to support her parents."

The Sixth Master and the Eighth Master looked at the Third Master together. This was a great joy no matter how you looked at it. Both of their families were jealous.

This not only supports parents, but also brothers and nephews can benefit from it.

The Third Master had a bitter look on his face. Others only knew that the Third Branch had taken advantage, but those who knew the inside story couldn't help but say that the Third Branch was mistreating their granddaughter. Prince Tang couldn't stand it anymore and raised her for them. How bad was their reputation?

"Prince Tang, this won't do. We can't adopt her... adopt her..." Sweat broke out on his face as he finally thought of an excuse. "There's a generation gap between us. It will be difficult for me to address her as her father, mother, or sister or brother in the future."

Rong Tang's sharp eyes stared into his heart, "I didn't say that she should be my daughter. She can also be my sister."

"Then..."

Rong Tang's face darkened and he turned away. The Third Master shuddered inwardly and said hurriedly, "If you like her, you can take her with you and teach her. There's really no need to adopt her. My Lord, I'm almost sixty years old and have never begged anyone. My old face..."

Rong Tang probably knew what he was resisting, so he reluctantly said, "Alright, San Ya will be my apprentice from now on. I want you all to remember that from now on, I will be solely responsible for her upbringing. Neither Grandfather, Grandmother, nor her father or mother can interfere. Her food, clothing, and other expenses will all be handled by us. Her future marriage will also be decided by the Bo Mansion, and you don't need to interfere. Naturally, she won't have to do your family's work. Words are not enough, give this prince a written agreement."

This is robbery! The third grandfather gasped, and the third grandmother felt very aggrieved. She couldn't control her granddaughter, and she didn't even do the housework. Why?

"Or maybe, you want a few taels of silver to sell off the relationship between grandfather and grandson?"

These words were extremely unpleasant to the ear, and the Third Master's face, which was changing color constantly, almost lost its vitality.

The Sixth Master was almost driven to death by the two of them. If it were his family, he would have jumped three feet high.

"Third brother, please agree quickly. Your family is unwilling, so you can send my brother Wang here."

The Eighth Master also said, "Sir, my daughter Niuniu is also obedient."

Consider getting one more sheep. You can raise one sheep or release two sheep.

What else could the Third Master say? Other families treated it like pie in the sky, but they were so uncomfortable, saying this and that. What did they want?

After writing the letter of commitment, he felt confused. Is San Ya still his own child?

"Third Master, don't let your imagination run wild. San Ya is already grown up. She knows whose child she is. You loved her in the past, so of course she knows how to be filial."

The third master felt uneasy. Did he and the old woman love San Ya in the past?

As the grandparents were leaving, they heard Rong Tang say to San Ya, "From now on, your name will officially be Qiao Qiao. Got it? If anyone calls you San Ya again, don't respond."

Sanya, no, Qiaoqiao’s response came, “I understand, Prince.”

The Third Master couldn't help but look back. Why did Prince Tang value a little girl so much? Wouldn't it be better to cultivate his little treasure? And San Ya, that damned girl, was snatched away by Prince Tang. He didn't even say a word of reluctance to let her go. What an ungrateful person!

Rong Qiaoqiao was also asking Rong Tang, "Why does the prince want to raise Qiaoqiao? Qiaoqiao is a girl, and the adults say that only boys are the hope of the family."

"Well, Master, I have a question for you. You brought people here to sell firewood. How do you know how to settle the bill?"

Twenty jin is worth three cents, and many adults can't tell the difference.

"Here's how I calculate it: 20 catties is 3 wen, and two 20-catties is 6 wen. If I want to make a penny, I can only give him 5 wen. 80 catties is two 40-catties, so I only make 2 wen."

Rong Tang's doting eyes turned sweet, "So, Qiaoqiao is the smartest."

"There are many smart boys in the village."

"Maybe." Rong Tang said indifferently, "But they didn't come to me."