In order to prevent his wife from returning to Pingning Marquis Mansion, Jiang Chenjue felt that his ability to deceive people had improved. It was much easier to deceive his father than to deceive his subordinates.
Without saying a few words, he tricked Pingning Hou, who came with his head down but left with joy, into becoming full of fighting spirit and sent him out of Jiang Mansion with a brisk pace.
Pingning Hou was really happy! He didn't expect his eldest son to be so far-sighted and want to earn another marquisate for the Jiang family. If he married someone else, this might not be possible.
But he married the daughter of the Duke of Protectorate. Given the emperor's high regard for the Duke of Protectorate, it's not surprising that his son would benefit from it.
He worked hard for several years to train his grandson into a talented person. By then, he would be both a scholar and a warrior. Why would the Jiang family not prosper?
When he returned to Pingning Marquis's residence, Pingning Marquis called his daughter-in-law Jiang to come over as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and told her: "Yu'er is gone, and the responsibility of Pingning Marquis's residence has fallen on his son Shang'er."
Jiang shivered suddenly and asked in disbelief, "What about uncle? He doesn't want to go back to Pingning Marquis Mansion?"
"Yes!" When talking about Jiang Chenjue, Pingning Hou's face was full of smiles, "Shang'er's uncle said that he wanted to earn himself a marquisate, and he doesn't care about Pingning Hou's mansion."
Jiang's whole body froze, and then her eyes turned slightly red.
They originally thought that the man was dead and there was no place for them and their son in the Marquis' Mansion anymore, but they didn't expect that their uncle didn't care about the Mansion at all and left everything in it to them and their son.
He said he wanted to earn a mansion for himself, but he probably didn't want to make things difficult for them, an orphan and a widow, right?
"Uncle is ambitious!" Jiang praised Jiang Chenjue's character. "Uncle has moved out of town and hasn't given us a penny of our ancestors' inheritance. Father, do you think we should give him a share?"
Pingning Hou glanced at Jiang and felt relieved: "You know how to make choices better than your mother-in-law. You should give your eldest brother all the inheritance from our ancestors.
In the future, Shang'er will still have to rely on him for protection, so he can't let the couple down.
You go and do this, and the entire Marquisate will depend on you in the future. When Shang'er is older, I will personally take care of him and teach him.
Your eldest brother said that after five or six years of hard work, when the child grows up, if he has outstanding literary talent, he will definitely be able to support the entire Pingning Marquis Mansion."
Jiang was overjoyed. Her husband was dead, but her son was still the future Marquis of Pingning. Her uncle was indeed a soldier, with an open mind and would not embarrass them.
This was great. She was grateful and immediately went to sort out the ancestral heritage, trying to give more to her uncle. It didn't matter if they had less.
Only when her son's status is stabilized can she enjoy happiness in the future.
Marquis Pingning was very excited today and came to Chen's small Buddhist temple. Looking at Chen, who was extremely skinny and lifeless, he was speechless.
This woman is no different from being dead. What if he ridicules her? Just forget it!
The Duke of Protectorate's Mansion.
Wang Mingkui, the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, came again and brought some gifts, which were either precious jewelry and jade, or some common tobacco leaves, tea and wine.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he brought some gifts to thank Chu Zhinan for his help.
Chu Xiaoxiao was sent over by Yang again, and this time the one holding her was not Zhenzhu, but Liu Ming.
Naituanzi whined and refused to do anything, wanting to walk on the ground by himself, but Liu Ming didn't dare to let go. When they passed by the lake, they saw a group of big white geese grazing on the grass.
Chu Xiaoxiao insisted on going down to play with the big white goose. Liu Ming couldn't persuade her and had to put her down.
The chubby white ball of milk was almost as tall as a goose. He ran over staggeringly, hugged a goose and screamed "jijiwawa".
The big white goose was a male goose. He was leading his "three palaces and six courtyards" of sons and grandsons to eat grass when he was suddenly hugged by a little kid around the neck. He was very angry.
It screamed "Ga ga ga" and opened its mouth to peck people.
Liu Ming was frightened and rushed over to help Chu Xiaoxiao carry the goose away. If it was really pecked, it would be no joke.
Before he rushed over, he saw Milk Ball let go of the goose and slapped it: "Hmph! Stick, stick, stick... stew, stew, stew..." The big goose.
He couldn't utter the last two words, so he could only point a finger. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Liu Ming saw a hint of fear in the goose's little eyes.
Then he lowered his head, not daring to shout.
Milk Ball reached out, grabbed the goose, and rode on its back.
Liu Ming was stunned. Is the lady going to ride a goose?
Oh my god! I've heard of people riding cows, horses, pigs, and dogs, but this is the first time I've seen people riding geese.
Milk ball ignored her surprised expression and rode away on the goose. Strangely enough, the goose was very obedient and really walked towards where they wanted to go, and walked very fast.
"Cluck! Cluck! Good! Good! Roar! Roar! ......"
[Ahaha! I am the first fairy in the world to ride a goose. How cool! Compared to other fairies riding red-crowned cranes, I am still the coolest.]
Big Goose: “…”
If I wasn't afraid that you would really stew me in the iron pot, I would peck you up and down. You dare to ride your Grandpa Goose, okay! I'll ride you, your Grandpa Goose is flexible and considerate. But I can't really stew you! Grandpa Goose will definitely take you to your destination.
Wang Mingkui was drinking tea and chatting with Chu Zhinan when he heard a geese cry outside. He turned around and was startled.
Holy shit! Isn't the young lady from the Duke of Huguo's mansion so different? She's riding a goose?
Hey! How come it doesn't squash the goose when it's so fat and rides on its back? It seems to be running pretty fast, what kind of goose is this?
Isn't the Duke of Huguo's Mansion too outrageous? Even the geese they raise are different from those of other families?
Chu Zhinan: “…”
You are blind! That is an ordinary goose.
[Daddy! Am I handsome riding a goose? Much more handsome than riding a red-crowned crane, right?]
Chu Zhinan felt miserable. He had never seen anyone riding a red-crowned crane, so how could he know if it was handsome? This question was not easy to answer.
"Xiaoxiao! You like riding the big white goose!" Chu Zhinan reached out and took his daughter off the goose. "You are small now, so it's okay to ride it. When you grow up, you can't ride it anymore. The big goose can't carry you at all."
Chu Xiaoxiao pointed at the big goose and asked it to crawl on the ground obediently, fearing that it would run away.
She will have to ride it again in a while, it's quite fun.
[The goose will grow up, and it will surely be able to carry me on its back. If it can't, I'll give it some spiritual spring water to give it strength, and it will be able to carry me on its back.]
Spiritual spring water? Chu Zhinan laughed. His daughter really said whatever she thought. Where in the world is there any spiritual spring water? It was all made up to fool people.
Wang Mingkui looked at the motionless goose on the ground and found it interesting: "People say that the goose is stupid, and it's really true. Look at this goose. It doesn't know how to leave even after being sent to its destination. It's really stupid."
The little girl turned around, looked at him, and rolled her eyes at him with disdain.
[You are the fool. The murderer is around you every day and you can't find him. And you still have the nerve to come to my house.]
Chu Zhinan: “…”
My dear! Are you overthinking it? He just came to thank us for helping him last time, and didn't ask for any advice.
Just as he finished muttering in his heart, Wang Mingkui clasped his hands towards Chu Zhinan and said, "The only son of the Li family in the capital died inexplicably at home two years ago. After investigation, no clues were found. I hope the Duke can give me some advice."
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