"Master, what happened to Junyan? Why was he suspended from his post and left at home?" Old Madam Wen asked as soon as she entered the door, her expression full of panic.
She seemed to be exceptionally kind to time; two or three years later, she still looked as delicate and innocent as ever.
At this moment, she was dressed in a plain-colored dress, her hair was tied up in a bun, and a white jade hairpin was inserted, which made her skin look smooth and wrinkle-free.
She doesn't look like a woman in her fifties at all; you could easily believe she's forty!
That's why Old Master Wen loved her so much, which is why he married her.
As a result, what's needed for a fulfilling life is a virtuous wife and loving mother, not a "young girl" who spends her days poring over storybooks and wallowing in melancholy.
Social interactions, children's education, household management—none of these endeavors succeed.
On a day like today, shouldn't the matriarch be intimidating the servants and maintaining order in the household?
What's the use of all this panic and crying until your eyes are red?
Does she expect anyone to coax her?
Annoyed, Old Master Wen waved his hand dismissively, "Go back and read your storybook. You can't help with the family matters!"
Madam Wen didn't feel disliked. She thought her husband was just being kind to her. She pulled on her handkerchief and sobbed, "No matter how much my husband cares about me, it's no use. How can I sit idly by when my son has done something like this!"
"I'm going to find Qinglin and ask him to find a solution. How could he let Junyan get into such a mess over a few pieces of ink!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Junyan immediately hugged his mother and began to cry, "Mother, the second son is really too heartless."
“That magistrate of Anyang County was his classmate, and the matter had already been suppressed. Now he’s stirred it up again, trying to kill me. He can’t stand seeing me being able to take care of my parents!”
The attendant at the door lowered his head, his lips twitching as he listened.
In recent years, the number of times the eldest master has come to the backyard to pay his respects to the old lady can be counted on one hand, and every time he comes to pay his respects, it is to ask the old lady for his private savings to squander.
Nowadays, even saying the words "filial piety" feels shameful to oneself!
Having finally managed to persuade her mother-in-law to come over, Madam Wen then said to the old master, "Father, my second brother has always been filial to Mother. Why don't I accompany Mother to Suijin Beach?"
"Even if my second brother had a lot of complaints about the family, he wouldn't have lost his temper with our mother."
"My second brother and sister-in-law had a baby girl, and I prepared some things to send over as well."
Old Master Wen thought of his stubborn second son, and a flash of anger and displeasure crossed his eyes. But when he looked at his eldest son, who was as panicked as a stray dog, he finally nodded and instructed his eldest daughter-in-law, "You go with your mother. Remember to try to persuade the second son and his wife."
"Even if there are many misunderstandings and grievances about the family, they should have calmed down by now. As long as they come back and kowtow a few times, they can still be recognized as family again..."
Madam Wen's pupils contracted.
She really didn't want her second son to come back and claim a share of the family property, but saving her husband was the priority right now!
She had just secretly sent someone to inquire, and if her husband's crimes were proven true, being dismissed from his post would be the least of his worries; he would at least have to serve five more years of hard labor!
If the husband goes to do hard labor, this family will fall apart...
Grandpa Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his daughter-in-law did not object.
The eldest son is clearly useless; the future wealth and prosperity of the Wen family will still depend on the second son.
Let the second child re-enter the family first; the rest can be discussed later.
Thinking this, he rubbed his head and ordered, "Go and fetch a doctor. I have a headache and feel like vomiting."
Madam Wen understood and loudly instructed the servants to quickly and ostentatiously summon a doctor.
Wen Junyan also advised, "It would be best to find several doctors to conduct a joint consultation."
Only Madam Wen, with tears in her eyes, rushed over and grasped the old man's hand, looking as if the sky had fallen.
Before anyone else could react, she nearly fainted from crying...
It is said that fewer people make it easier to eat, while more people make it easier to work. In the Broken Gold Beach, everyone worked together to build a few houses, and the speed was naturally very fast.
It hasn't been long, and the foundation for the new house has already been laid, and they've started building the walls.
Xindu is more than a thousand miles south of the northern lands where the Li family originally lived, and the climate here is much warmer.
Therefore, the wall doesn't need to be too thick; it only took half an afternoon to build up to about half a person's height.
Mr. Wen and Li Lao Er went to the construction site as usual after leaving the city. When they came out, they ran into Mrs. Wen holding Yueya'er. Mr. Wen quickly took his daughter from her.
Madam Wen smiled and said, "Auntie is inviting us to stay for dinner. Why don't you go home and change your clothes before coming over?"
"Okay." The family of three walked a few steps and entered their own courtyard.
Sister-in-law Qiong could tell that her masters had something to say, so she led Yueya'er to wash her hands.
Madam Wen helped her husband change into his everyday dark blue cotton-padded robe, and after looking him over a few more times, she couldn't help but feel delighted.
As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's heart. These past few years have been peaceful, especially after the birth of Yueya'er. My husband's accumulated resentment from his early years has completely dissipated. Now, his expression is relaxed, and he has become more refined and composed.
But then she remembered something and became worried. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, she asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, the Wen family is probably going to come and demand an explanation, right? How should we deal with that?"
“Wen Junyan definitely doesn’t want to be dismissed!” Mr. Wen sneered, refusing to even address him as “elder brother.” “Father values his reputation and won’t come to plead for him. Wen Junyan also needs to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors, so it must be my mother and sister-in-law who came to intercede for him.”
“If I’m not home, just tell me to do whatever I say, and then complain to my mother. She has no opinions of her own and won’t use her seniority to pressure you.”
Madam Wen sighed.
The couple found themselves in an awkward position facing the Wen family.
When it comes to blood ties, we are as close as can be.
But when disaster struck, the Wen family acted too coldly and cruelly.
She suddenly asked curiously, "How did you know that Wen Jiaqiang bought the ink shop?"
Mr. Wen looked unwell. He picked out a jade pendant and hung it on his belt, saying, "It's quite a coincidence that the message came from the Chen family."
"Since their families no longer had jobs in city defense and they were all from military backgrounds and didn't know how to read, they formed a security escort agency."
“A few days ago, they took on a business trip to Anyang. When they heard about this matter there, they learned that Wen Junyan was my elder brother. After returning, they came to me and explained the situation.”
"Fortunately, they informed me, otherwise Wen Junyan would have used my name to cover up the matter without my knowledge, and my classmate would have been implicated."
"Moreover, this was at a critical moment in our struggle against the Wu and Wang families. If we hadn't made careful preparations beforehand, we would have almost suffered a complete defeat..."
Madam Wen nodded; she also disliked Wen Junyan's selfish behavior.
"Okay, don't worry, I know what to do."
After discussing it, the couple took their child to eat next door.
Jiayin has been craving green corn lately, so she took some out of her online storage last night.
I cooked half of it, and then took the remaining half, shaved off the tender corn kernels, mashed them into a paste, added sugar, and pan-fried it until golden brown on both sides. It tasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
With a subtle sweetness and a rich corn aroma, Grandma Li and the children especially love it.
Especially Xingxing and Yueya'er, who were wearing dirt-resistant smocks and eating happily and heartily with their chubby little hands holding spoons.
"Auntie, the corn fritters are delicious! I want to eat them again tomorrow!" Xingxing was eating one meal but already thinking about the next.
Crescent Moon nodded in agreement, wanting to speak, but her mouth was full, so she could only nod along.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, making the dinner table even more lively.
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