The eunuch who delivered the imperial edict was stunned. Didn't this man know what was good for him? Can you give up the imperial decree just because you say so?
Aunt Chang couldn't help wiping her sweat in this embarrassing situation, and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Don't laugh at me, sir. Our master is just too excited."
Zhang Zihan looked at Song Sanzhu and saw that he really didn't want this imperial edict. Based on his understanding of this person, he had an idea in his mind. He explained to Song Sanzhu in a low voice:
"The Silver and Green Guanglu Da is a casual official position. You don't have to attend court meetings and have no power, but you can get a salary, just like the people of Xinghua Noble State. You don't have to worry about your lack of knowledge and let down the court. You don't need to have any burdens."
When Song Sanzhu heard this, he exclaimed, "Oh!" I can get money without going to work, so I accepted the imperial edict with great joy.
When the eunuch delivering the imperial edict saw it, he thought: Princess Kangle's family is really different. Others beg for a title but fail, but her family hesitates because they are afraid of letting the court down. Too honest, huh?
Only a mother like this can raise a daughter as smart as Princess Kangle, right?
Also, it's a miracle that Princess Kang Le and her biological father can live in harmony.
I have to report this matter to His Majesty when I get back.
After sending away the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict, Song Sanzhu suddenly perked up. He held the imperial edict and waved it in front of Zhang Zihan.
snort! A step-son is a step-son. How can he be compared with me, his biological father? I became an official thanks to my daughter.
Song Chunsheng held his forehead and bowed to Zhang Zihan, "Thank you very much for helping me out."
Zhang Zihan smiled and said, "We are all family, so naturally I want our family to be well."
Why is it our house?
Song Sanzhu was unhappy. Your home is your home, my home is my home. What right do you have to compete with my son’s family?
Seeing that his eldest son was nodding in agreement, Song Sanzhu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
He quickly walked between the two of them holding the imperial edict, and asked his eldest son with a bitter face: "Son, this imperial edict is very heavy, can you help dad keep it?"
Everyone: The imperial edict is sinking? Master, aren't you showing off too obviously?
Tian Xinghua turned her face away: Why did I always think that he was tall, handsome and omnipotent? Now...oh! It's unbearable to watch.
How could Zhang Zihan not understand that he was narrow-minded?
He smiled and shook his head, then supported Tian Xinghua and said, "Wife, let's go and enshrine the imperial edict."
Seeing the couple leave, Song Sanzhu immediately smiled, hum! I feel upset when I see these two people. My son is still the best.
He pulled his two sons and said, "Shall we go and offer sacrifices as well?"
Songjia Village.
The governor of Kunzhou and the magistrate of Lunshan County arrived with the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict, which naturally alarmed the surrounding villages.
The old clan leader, the village head and his wife were surrounded by the crowd, and compliments were endless.
The old patriarch held the imperial edict and cried, laughed and talked for a long time in the Song family ancestral hall.
The little girl is really great. With this imperial edict, even if he dies, he can stand up straight and meet his ancestors.
The head of the village was even more speechless, he had been calculating the little girl's dowry at the beginning, he didn't expect that he would get so much money from the little girl.
He could never have imagined that he would become a third-rank silver and green Guanglu official!
From his third uncle to his father and his wife, their whole family has been granted titles. This child is really more heartwarming than his own son or grandson.
It seems that what dad said is right. If a girl is raised well, she can be no worse than a boy.
But, this girl is really pitiful.
No, he had to teach the boys in the village a lesson. As a man, he had to protect his sisters. From now on, when Xiu girl was running around outside and suffering, none of the boys could hold her back.
The headman's wife was so excited that her eyes turned red. She really didn't expect that the girl Jinxiu would actually ask for a royal title for an old woman like her.
A third-rank imperial official did not have to kneel down when meeting the prefect or the county magistrate.
How could she, an old woman who only makes a living from scratch, have such virtue and ability? She always felt guilty, as if she had received this honor for nothing.
But this honor is real, and wearing this imperial robe is majestic.
It was very lively here, but the Song family was completely silent.
Song Dashi was so exhausted that he fell ill again just as he was getting better.
Old Lady Song was stunned and whispered in disbelief: How is it possible? Impossible, how is it possible?
Then she screamed, "That's me. I'm the third-rank lady. Why should I give it to the Song family? Did the messenger make a mistake? Yes, it must be a mistake."
Old Lady Song screamed and was about to rush over, but was hugged by Song Dazhu.
"Mom, the village head uncle said that if you dare not behave yourself today, he will drive our family out of Songjia Village."
Old Lady Song was held by her son around the waist. She was jumping on her feet and pointing her hands to the sky.
"He dares? This oil press workshop is owned by my granddaughter. All the good fortunes of Songjia Village are brought by my granddaughter. If he dares to drive us away, I will go to Beijing to find my granddaughter."
Song Sizhu also said: "That's right, we went to the capital to find San Ya, she was so generous to others, why can't she see us, her real relatives? We are blood relatives."
Song Yuzhu was also very depressed, he worked as an accountant in the county government, which was originally his own business, but the head of the village would come over and give him a beating from time to time, which was really annoying.
San Ya is his niece. Now he wants to take advantage of her, but he has to look at the faces of the head of the village and his family. What kind of thing is this?
Today he followed the county magistrate and accompanied the imperial edict-announcing team to the village, thinking of taking this opportunity to let his family show up.
If it were before, he might have been a little apprehensive, but after hearing from the eunuch who announced the imperial decree that his third brother had also been granted a title, did that mean that San Ya no longer hated them?
After all, they are blood relatives, right?
San Ya is a grateful person. The head of the village and his family have done her a favor, so she is nice to them. Now she should have repaid the favor, right? Then is it time for these real relatives to take their turn?
He hurried home, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he heard his mother screaming at the bottom of her lungs.
He hurriedly said: "Dad, Mom, listen to me..."
In the main hall of Old Song's house, the family discussed the matter behind closed doors. After listening to Song Jizhu's analysis, they all felt that feng shui had turned around and it was my turn today. San Ya, it’s time to think about your blood relatives. ”
Song Dashi sighed and said, "San Ya is a vengeful person, and she is soft-hearted and does not take any hard actions. I think we should be more contented for now and not follow in Shuang Wu's footsteps."
When Old Lady Song thought of her eldest daughter, she couldn't help crying and scolding again.
Song Sizhu said quickly: "Mother, what's the use of crying? Now we should find a way to get San Ya to ask for an imperial decree for you."
Old Lady Song wiped her tears, blinked her triangular eyes and asked, "I can't even leave Song Village now, how can I go to find that bitch?"
Song Yuzhu said: "Dad, Mom, we can't do anything rash this time. We have to use courtesy before force."
Song Dazhu asked: "Brother, you are smart. Tell me how to use courtesy before force?"
Song Jinzhu's wife Qian Daya squatted under the window to bask in the sun, listening to how her husband was scheming against Song Jinxiu inside, she couldn't help but grin and smile.
Her husband died, even though it was caused by a heartless man like her, but she would never believe it if San Ya hadn't been involved.
Qian Daya looked vicious: Song Sanya, Song Jizhu, just go and fight each other.
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