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MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Woke up the next morning, and the sky began to rain lightly.
Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the indoor light is a bit dim, but it is cooler than before.
Song Jiyun freshened up and stood in the hall blowing the wind.
Song Sanliang came to find him.
He yelled at Song Jiyun from a distance: "Are you ready? Let's go back early, so as not to be late."
Song Jiyun did not move, and said: "Third Uncle, after you left yesterday, I remembered that my father passed away. It seemed that Master Wang came to pay homage to his old man, so I asked the ceremonial room to bring over the gift book."
Song Sanliang's expression froze.
"Then I called the person who was in charge of the accountant's etiquette overnight," Song Jiyun said with a blank expression, "I found out that my father and the lord Wang have a good relationship."
"Yes, is it?" Song Sanliang stammered.
Song Jiyun nodded, and said, "Third Uncle, I think it's a bit bad for us to get the silver like this."
Song Sanliang didn't dare to breathe, and said, "Why not?"
Song Jiyun said worriedly: "Isn't there a saying that 'people take tea to cool'? My father passed away, and the relationship with Mr. Wang was broken. Although Mr. Wang blackmailed our family this time, it may not be the first time. What a chance to get close to Master Wang!"
Song Sanliang looked at Song Jiyun, and felt that Song Jiyun's mind was filled with water.
Song Jiyun said: "I asked the person in charge of etiquette in the past, and he said that Master Wang is honest and fair. He doesn't like gold, silver, and antiques. He only likes calligraphy and painting. I think this time you go to see Lord Wang. Book, I should bring another painting and calligraphy with me.”
"Yes, yes, yes." Song Sanliang came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "If there is any good calligraphy and painting here, my niece, give it to me, and I will take it with me."
There is still such a good thing.
Song Sanliang looked at Song Jiyun with kindness.
"If it's gold and silver antiques, I'm sure there are plenty of them here, but let's talk about calligraphy and paintings," Song Jiyun pondered, "The third aunt's family is a scholar, didn't she accompany several famous paintings from the previous dynasty? Can we do this for the time being? Borrow a picture from the third aunt. You can see how much it is, and when I withdraw the money, I will ask them to take a little more and give it to you together."
Song Sanliang is notorious for only going in and out, so if he was asked to take it out, he instinctively felt uneasy.
Song Jiyun said, took out a small red sandalwood box inlaid with gold leaf, and said: "I am also thinking about our family. The county magistrate has a performance appraisal every three years, and everyone takes turns to sit on this one today and that one tomorrow. But the boss is different. He is from our place, the Emperor of Earth."
Song Sanliang was very hot, and immediately said: "I'm afraid you think it's expensive—your aunt's dowry calligraphy and paintings are all less than two thousand taels."
Song Jiyun said: "Even if it is expensive, the money is not given to others."
Song Sanliang nodded straight.
Song Jiyun urged Song Sanliang to send someone to get calligraphy and paintings from her third aunt, while he left his third uncle here for breakfast: "There is no rush for that time. Go so early, and the silver building hasn't opened yet!"
Song Sanliang felt that what she said made sense, so he had breakfast at Song Jiyun's place.
The buckwheat noodles are served with four flavored dishes and a bowl of vegetarian saozi, both of which are bright red and oily.
Song Jiyun ate a small bowl of noodles with a good appetite.
Put down the bowl, and bring the painting.
Song Sanliang stared at the small rosewood box inlaid with gold leaf that she had kept on the long table in the middle hall, and said, "Do you see this seal?"
"Of course it is to the third uncle." Song Jiyun said generously, picking up the box and was about to hand it to Song Sanliang, but Song Sanliang's personal servant hurried over, panting: "Third master, the master Wang sent Wang Master came to look for you, he is waiting at the side door!"
Song Sanliang was stunned.
Looking at Song Jiyun again, he had put the box back on the long case in the middle hall, and said, "Third Uncle, go quickly! If you go late, Master Wang will lose his temper and send someone to seal the door of our house What should I do? I will take my seal and go to the silver building, and we will meet there."
After finishing speaking, she called out to Madam Zheng loudly, and said, "Hurry up, prepare the sedan chair for me, and I will follow third uncle to go to the silver building."
Song Sanliang was still a little worried at first, but after hearing what she said, and the boy kept urging her, he hurriedly followed the boy.
The hall fell silent.
"Idiot!" A man's laughter came from the gauze closet.
Song Jiyun raised his eyebrows, walked to the gauze cabinet, and said word by word: "What should I have for lunch?"
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When Madam Zheng came back from sending the message, she saw that the eldest lady of their family was slowly flipping through the account books, and told her: "Go and tell the steward of the outer courtyard, the weather is hot, and the ice in the mourning hall cannot be broken. Just be prepared."
Nurse Zheng said: "The third master..."
Song Jiyun said: "I am a girl who has not left the cabinet, how can I run around with the third master?"
Mother Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she continued to talk about the funeral with her: "When I came back last night, I heard a few night guards at the back door whispering there, saying that Mr. Han came to send the master's picture, besides saying A good remuneration and a well-mannered family should also send a piece of filial silk and a piece of yellow silk as a thank you gift.
"But the Elder Master accepted Huaying and never mentioned the thank you gift.
"Mr. Han is a scholar and a painter of the Royal Kiln Factory. He couldn't say those dirty words, and his face turned red with anger. He was about to leave without a seat.
"If Ms. Tao didn't know about it and sent someone to chase him out, she would have offended Mr. Han, and the family affairs can't be justified by the Elder Master.
Song Jiyun felt a little strange.
Her father separated from her eldest uncle and third uncle long ago, and their brothers and sisters have no order of teeth.
"Miss Tao" is what their family called Song Tao, the third daughter of her uncle.
Song Tao is only three months older than her, but she is a typical lady of every family.
Smile without showing your teeth, sit without leaking your knees, don't leave the door, and don't step forward.
These cousins are not on holidays, so they don't have much chance to meet each other.
How could she take care of these things?
Madam Zheng said: "It was a coincidence that day. She went to worship the master and met her."
Song Jiyun didn't take it to heart either.
When her father was alive, he was also very kind to several nieces.
She was planning to go to the mourning hall to offer incense to her father, but now she has to sort out these trivial matters as soon as possible.
Busy, it was already noon in the blink of an eye.
The rain also stopped.
Even though there were maids fanning beside her from time to time, Song Jiyun still felt sticky all over her body. She was about to take a bath when there was a burst of horrified noise and shouting outside.
Mother Zheng thought of the lies of the third master and was worried that things might change, so her expression changed drastically.
Song Jiyun was very calm, patted her hand reassuringly, and asked a little maid to go and see.
After a long while, the little maid ran back and said with a pale face, "Miss, the third master was beaten up thirty times by Master Wang, and was sent back **** and bloody. The third wife was crying, Carried the third master to the old lady's place." He added, "The second wife was also alarmed and went to the old lady's side."
Song Jiyun nodded, dismissed the servant girl, and said coldly: "It was only 30 strokes, and it was too light. I don't know if he has learned a lesson?"
She stood up and said to Madam Zheng, "Let's go, it's time for us to appear."
He looked out, only seeing a tall and straight figure.
(end of this chapter)