Little Bao, who is not very tall, took the initiative to help tidy up, sweeping the floor, wiping the corners of the walls, and using a bamboo pole to clean the cobwebs off the roof.

In the evening, he took a few copper coins from Deng's hand and headed towards the general store.

He bought some rice and oil, and carried the food home on his small shoulders. He's going to be the man of the house from now on, so he has to be strong!

Su Jiaoniang picked out some of her unused tables, chairs, benches, pots, pans, and other kitchenware and sent them to the breeding farm.

In just one night, the two small rooms next to the gate of the farm felt like home, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight.

At least there are loving people living inside.

There was candlelight, a stove, and they wouldn't starve, plus a steady wage.

It won't be too bad in the future.

Although Deng felt disappointed, he remained full of energy.

Seeing Su Jiaoniang loosen her grip on the object, her smile grew even more genuine: "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Take good care of yourself. If you get tired, just hand over the farm business to someone else and take a rest. After all, food is the foundation of life. I understand and know that you want to rely on yourself, but you must know that without good health, you will have nothing. There's no rush."

Su Jiaoniang comforted Deng Shi.

Their gaze fell on Xiao Bao.

He patted Xiaobao's head and took out a few candies from his pocket. The candies, wrapped in candy wrappers, were sweet.

This is perfect for kids who are feeling down!

Xiao Bao put the candy in his pocket, looked at Su Jiaoniang's back, and waved his little hand.

The night was deep.

Su Jiaoniang returned home.

She saw Futu holding a book, telling stories to Old Su, the scholar.

Old Su, the scholar, already knew the story.

However, Su Li is his son.

In life, there will always be people who are close to you and people who are distant from you. Apart from your wife and parents, the only close relatives are your sons and daughters.

Now that their son has made a mistake, a mistake that even all men make, they've ended up getting a divorce!

He couldn't think straight.

Some even complained about Su Jiaoniang.

He could have let his son marry two wives.

It's not like we can't afford to raise them!

Why?

"Grandpa, I want to kill someone!" Futu suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Old Scholar Su's heart tightened, and he turned sharply to look at the pagoda, no longer in the mood to think about Su Li or not.

Is it important for a son to have a grandson?

No!

Moreover, he already has grandchildren, and the affection between grandparents and grandchildren signifies that he pays more attention to his grandchildren's generation.

As for Su Li, she's an adult; she should take responsibility for her own actions.

He had already tried very hard to persuade Ms. Deng.

We can't possibly drive our daughter-in-law to her death.

Looking at the Buddha statue nervously, he asked, "Who do you want to kill?"

"Kill all the faithless men in the world," Fu Tu murmured.

Old Su, the scholar, was taken aback, not understanding why Futu would have such a strange idea.

“Grandpa, if one day a man treats my mother or Xiaoya like this, I really will kill him. My sister, my most respected mother, whom I cherish and love, is being humiliated like this. Don’t you think that makes you angry? Whose daughter isn’t a human being?”

Old Scholar Su sighed.

He now understood the meaning of "Buddha".

The child could read his thoughts and feelings and offered him comfort.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Old Scholar Su, his back hunched, walked towards his room. Su Jiaoniang approached Futu step by step: "You want to kill someone?"

"No, at least I won't kill anyone now, Mother. If he treats you badly, don't hold on to him. There are so many men in the world, aren't there?"

"Yes," Su Jiaoniang nodded.

She won't lose herself or her identity.

He reached out and flicked Futu's head: "Don't overthink it. Your sister is very smart and won't be fooled by a stupid man!"

"What if the man is very smart?" Fu Tu couldn't help but think of Huo Chengxu, who was hiding in Xiao Ya's braised food shop.

That person is both abnormal and intelligent.

If you're trying to fool the little girl!

It should be easy.

“Isn’t there you? Isn’t there me? And him too!” Su Jiaoniang pointed to Lu Wujiu, who was reviewing official documents by candlelight.

Futu gradually felt relieved.

Many things from my past life have changed.

Little Ya is no longer an orphan with no one to protect her. Alone and vulnerable, with only a zither and a beautiful face, she is mired in the dust of life and only wants to find salvation.

She herself is a little sun.

What kind of demons and monsters want to invade?

It depends on the light and heat; whether that's permissible!

"Mother, get some rest," Futu instructed before heading towards his room.

Looking at Lu Wujiu, who was busy day and night, Su Jiaoniang had a feeling that this person would leave here sooner or later and go to Qi.

Too busy!

She can't really become a femme fatale.

He knocked on the study door and looked at Lu Wujiu: "Are you tired?"

"A little!"

Lu Wujiu spoke.

Su Jiaoniang stared at the letter on the table and noticed two pink peach blossom-patterned letters.

A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

This thing is probably only used by women!

Su Jiaoniang approached, reached out and picked up the pink papers, which still carried a fragrance. The fragrances were different; one was ambergris, and the other was sandalwood.

What is this?

"..." A look of helplessness flashed across Lu Wujiu's face.

"You'll see," he said calmly.

Su Jiaoniang unfolded the letter and looked at its contents. One of the letters was written by the Empress Dowager.

Let the elusive regent return to the capital as soon as possible to tutor the young emperor.

Does Changsheng have a mother?

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