So in the evening, Song Yu pushed the door open and saw the scene of three people confronting each other.
No, to be precise, it should be Xihe wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket sitting at the table picking his nails, the old man leaning on the fire poker with a full of momentum, pointing at Chuntao, telling her what is the "duty of a maid", and Chuntao kneeling on the ground, not daring to say anything, until the fire poker in the old man's hand was about to poke her face, she could not bear it anymore, and stood up with a "bang".
The old man was startled and couldn't help leaning back: "What are you doing!"
Chun Tao's face was filled with hatred, and she gnashed her teeth. "You shameless old man, how dare you lecture me? My Song family's old man is a successful Jinshi official, a third-rank official in the Ministry of Revenue. Who are you? An illiterate peasant. If it weren't for my young master's kindness, do you think you could be here?"
Old Master Jiang was stunned and pointed at her: "You, you, you!"
Chun Tao slapped his hand away, a look of disgust on her face: "If the young master hadn't asked me to come here, do you think I would want to come here? The whole room stinks, it's disgusting, and I don't know how long it has been since I took a shower..."
The moment he turned around, the sound stopped abruptly.
Xihe looked up in surprise and saw Song Yu standing by the door. He raised his eyebrows and turned around to see Chuntao's face turn pale. But she said calmly, "Master, you're here? I'll go get you a cup of hot tea."
Song Yu looked at her and said coldly, "Get out."
Chun Tao became anxious instantly: "Master, things are not as you see. This old man is taking advantage of his seniority and actually hit me with a stick. I am a maid of the Song family, he..."
Song Yu's face turned cold in an instant.
Chun Tao's heart trembled, and she dared not speak.
The old man was instantly possessed by his acting spirit, and he ran over crying, "Big Boy, you're finally back. You don't know how outrageous this maid is. She bullied us father and son so early in the morning, gave Yue'er a bad look, and called me an old thing..."
Rubbing his snot and tears on Song Yu:
"Although you suffered in my Jiang family by mistake, what does this have to do with us? It was the Song family's housekeeper who made a mistake and caused you to suffer... I, an old man, raised you with all my heart and soul. Even if I don't have any merits, I have worked hard, right? Do you think you deserve to be scolded by a maid like this?"
Old Master Jiang was so angry that he almost died. This was the first time in his life that he had been scolded like this. It was simply outrageous!
No, if he doesn't teach him a lesson today, he will never be able to swallow this humiliation.
He exaggerated how Chuntao had thrown things around and given Xihe the cold shoulder that morning, then recounted the past: "Back when you were weak, I, an old man, hired a doctor, used connections, and even sold my last fortune to get you cured. Later, fearing you had no future, I begged and pleaded with everyone to hire a martial arts master... Big boy, now you're home and a high-ranking official. We can't even reach you anymore."
He let go of her hand, looking disheartened: "Go back and don't come again. I'm an old man, I just want to wait for death in peace, I don't want to be scolded."
The moment he turned around, he counted one, two, three, and the next second someone grabbed his arm.
Song Yu looked at Chun Tao, his voice as cold as ice: "Do you want to go out by yourself, or do you want me to carry you out?"
Chuntao looked at the three people in the room. The former eldest daughter was still watching the show while eating melon seeds. The old man had a miserable look on his face but a smug look in his eyes. The eldest son who had just returned to the Song family stood in front and protected them without hesitation, not caring at all that she was a maid of the Song family.
It was a mistake. I underestimated the old man's position in the young master's heart.
Chun Tao's heart choked, and she leaned forward: "This servant was wrong."
When there were only three people left in the yard, Song Yu humbly apologized to Old Man Jiang, saying that it was his negligence this time and there would definitely not be a next time.
The old man certainly didn't make such a scene to push his grandson away. His sullen face didn't last long before he angrily forgave him and continued, "People like this love to flatter the powerful and bully the weak. If you're in power today, she respects and fears you. But if you're down and out in the future, she'll definitely be the first to turn around and bully you."
"Your status is different now, so you must keep your eyes open."
Song Yu lowered his head: "Grandpa, I understand."
The old man was immediately satisfied and stood up: "Okay, I'm tired too. Let's go inside and lie down. If you have anything to say, tell Yue." Without Song Yu's support, he lifted the door curtain and went into the house to rest.
The yard became quiet, the wind was rustling, and the sky was gloomy.
Seeing Xi He still slowly munching on his melon seeds, Song Yu opened his mouth and suddenly looked a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't know... Don't worry, there won't be a next time."
Xihe smiled and nodded: "It's okay, people's hearts are hard to predict, you didn't expect it."
The original owner's clothes were mostly bright pink. At this moment, she was wearing a pink cotton jacket, her hair was loosely tied into a pigtail, and her eyes were clear, as if she didn't care at all about what happened just now.
Song Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable. Things were different after all.
He stood up awkwardly: "I'll go cook."
The Jiang family's courtyard was a typical farmhouse. The kitchen was covered with thatch and lit with an oil lamp. Xihe sat in front of the stove, lighting the fire while watching Song Yu roll up his sleeves and cook skillfully - a plate of meat, a plate of vegetables, and a pot of soup.
Xihe thought of Chuntao outside the door and hesitated: "Chuntao?"
Song Yu served the dishes neatly and said, "I'll take her with me when I go back."
Xihe looked out the window. It was still dark and snowing. "It's not safe to go back at night. Why don't we leave tomorrow?" What if something happened? It would be better to be safe.
Song Yu paused, looked up at her and said, "Okay."
Chuntao was particularly obedient that night. She let Xihe hold her in his arms and use her as a warm stove to sleep without saying a word. It was freezing cold, and Song Yu didn't let her be exposed to the cold wind for too long before calling someone in. Old Master Jiang sneered, but didn't hold her back for long.
The next morning, Song Yu took Chuntao away.
As soon as he returned to the mansion, he sent the person back to Mrs. Song, then turned around and left without saying anything.
Mrs. Song was stunned and called out, but found that the person had already walked away. She frowned and asked Chuntao what was going on. Chuntao grunted and told the story again.
However, she was afraid that the lady would punish her, so she kept saying bad things about Xihe and Old Master Jiang.
She knew how much Mrs. Song doted on Song Yu, so she kept talking about how the two people from the Jiang family exploited Song Yu, such as cooking, sweeping the floor, washing clothes, etc.
Mrs. Song: “…”
He slapped the table with his hand, angrily saying, "This is too much!"
Here, Song Yu followed the people assigned by Lord Song, and carefully memorized the complicated relationships between the various families in the capital. He then learned various etiquette to ensure that there would be no mistakes on the day of the banquet for guests.
Song Yu studied eagerly and also met people from the third branch of the Song family during this period.
The young masters and young ladies of the first wife, the younger brothers and sisters of the third wife, and the children of Lord Song, the younger sisters were especially affectionate to him, calling him "brother" all the time, and they were all lively and lovely.
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