Chapter 20 Ask Zhang Baiwan Again
"She traded fine grains to sell to wealthy families, and also stored old grains, distributing porridge in the downtown area of Beijing under the name Fu."
The person in front of him was silent for a while, then put down the book in his hand.
"It's really interesting." The voice was flat, and one couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
The kneeling man thought for a moment and continued, "I've discovered something else..."
"you say."
"In this man's hand, I found the bracelet that you have been looking for."
"What did you say?" Hearing this, he started coughing violently again, and an unnatural blush appeared on his cold and pale face.
"The bracelet you have been looking for is on Miss Song San's hand. I saw it with my own eyes."
"Keep following." He was silent for a moment, and his voice returned to its coldness. "I can help you if necessary."
"I understand."
After the others left, in the dim study, Pei Ji's face, half in light and half in darkness, appeared as if meticulously carved, as radiant as jade, with every flawless detail. His raven-feather eyelashes drooped, and his pale, slender fingers slowly stroked the bracelet on his wrist, which looked exactly like Song Dynasty porcelain. His expression was noble.
"Finally, I found you."
The next day.
Song Ci came to his mother's room to have breakfast together. As soon as he sat down, he saw the new hairpin on her temples and his eyes flashed with cunning.
"I've never seen mother wear this hairpin before. Is it new?"
Song Ci's words made Qiao Xianglan blush. She touched the non-existent hair by her ear awkwardly, "You, your father gave it to you."
"Daddy really has good taste. This hairpin looks good on mother."
With just one word, Qiao Xianglan's face turned even redder.
As soon as the mother and daughter finished talking, Song Lao San followed the smell and came over. He sat down and stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth. "What are you talking about?"
Song Ci was about to speak when Qiao Xianglan gave him a glare, and he quickly shut up and smiled.
"Nothing much, husband. I see you've lost weight recently. You should eat more." As she said that, she picked up another piece of shredded pork and put it into Song Laosan's bowl.
"My wife is so caring!" Song Laosan ate even more happily.
Qiao Xianglan sat down and took a sip of porridge, then spoke slowly, "I don't know how Lan'er is doing."
Song Lan, also known as Song Ci's elder brother.
Song Ci thought about it. According to the time calculation, his eldest brother is currently studying in the academy. When he comes back at the end of this year, his grandmother and uncles will think of ways to find excuses to make him give up studying and follow his father into business.
"Lan'er is smart and will take good care of herself. I asked someone to send some clothes and food to the academy. Don't worry."
Only then did Qiao Xianglan feel relieved.
Food? So Daddy actually made these. But my eldest brother had never mentioned it before, only saying the food in the academy was terrible. As expected, all of these things ended up in the hands of the first and second wives.
Song Ci suddenly felt that the more she knew in her new life, the deeper her disgust for the Song family became.
But it was this kind of straightforward and obvious malice that the three families never noticed or suspected, so it was no wonder that they ended up with such a miserable end.
It's just a pity that although God gave her the chance to live again, those people no longer have the chance to live as freely and rampantly as they did in the previous life.
"Xiaoci, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing her daughter's strange expression, Qiao Xianglan asked worriedly. Her daughter was not feeling well, and Doctor Lin had even said her life was in danger. This matter had been weighing on her mind, making her unable to sleep or eat.
"Mom, I've been feeling much better lately. Wanxiang even said this morning that I've gained weight and my old clothes are now too tight for me."
Song Laosan laughed and put down his bowl and chopsticks. "It's just right. Dad found some good fabrics for you to make some new clothes. Your eldest sister and second sister like to dress up. My little Ci is not bad looking, so she will definitely look good dressed up."
She doesn't like dressing up? Of course she doesn't like dressing up.
Whenever Old Lady Song saw that the third wife had something, she would desperately ask for it and try every possible way to get it from her mother and father.
In order not to attract other people's attention, Song Ci has always been frugal.
"Okay! My daughter always listens to daddy."
The other party disliked her, suppressed her, and dealt with her, but she just couldn't do what the other party wanted. The other party wanted to see her live a miserable life, but she wanted to live a glorious life and have a good life with her parents and brother.
No matter what you do, it's wrong, so it's better to do what you want.
Anyway, she had already planned to move away with her whole family.
After breakfast, Song Lao San took out the cloth. Qiao Xianglan touched the cloth in her hand and exclaimed in amazement, "This is excellent cloth. Where did you get it from?"
Ordinary families in Beijing cannot afford such fabrics.
Song Lao San scratched his head and said, "Brother Baiwan gave it to me before he left. He also gave me a plaque. I saw the word 'Zhang' engraved on it. I think it belongs to the Zhang family."
Song Ci looked at the jade plaque and whispered, "Dad, since I've given you this plaque, you should hold on to it well and don't lose it."
Song Lao San looked at the jade token nervously, "Is it so precious?"
"These jade plaques are private. If they are lost or taken by bad people, it will probably cause trouble for others."
After a careful knocking, Song Lao San promised to protect the jade pendant well, and Song Ci finally felt relieved.
This thing must not fall into the hands of the Song family.
"Master, Madam, Third Miss..." Wanxia walked in from outside, looking a little unhappy, "The principal room said to send Third Master over to take a look."
"But what did you say?" Song Ci asked.
Wanxia shook her head, "No."
After just a few words, Song Ci keenly noticed that since getting the indenture, Wanxia had become a little cautious and her tone was not as domineering as before.
"Mom must have something to ask me, I'll be back soon."
Qiao Xianglan frowned. When something good happened at home, it would never be the turn of the third branch. When her mother-in-law came to see her husband, it must be because she wanted him to do something again.
Song Ci had the same idea as her, and she gave him a reassuring look.
"Mom, don't worry. When Dad comes back, you'll know by asking."
The principal wife.
"That's the thing, Third Brother. My transfer order hasn't come down yet, so I can only ask you to go and ask Brother Baiwan for help and some connections to let me stay in Beijing."
Song Lao Er interrupted and said, "If Big Brother could stay in Beijing, it would be more convenient for him to do things in the future. After all, even an eighth-rank official in Beijing is better than an official from other places."
Song Lao San was silent, forcing out a look of embarrassment. "But, Brother Baiwan has already given us the banknote. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to go to his house and ask for help like this?"
"Not good? What's wrong with that? You're such a blockhead, not as educated as your elder and second brothers, and yet you're so stubborn no matter what you do! You saved him, and compared to his life, three thousand taels of silver is nothing! Even if it's a big favor, he'll still help! Isn't his life worth anything?"
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