Chapter 50 Entering Beijing
"Father and Mother, if anything happens on the way back to Beijing, don't panic."
Song Rui returned to the west courtyard and had to remind Song Minglang and Cui.
"What could possibly happen? Your aunt has so many guards with her, is she still afraid of bandits and robbers blocking the road to rob her? And that Zhang Feng is so skilled, he can take on ten of them."
"Minglang, why didn't you think of asking your elder brother to arrange a skilled bodyguard for you?"
"..." Song Minglang: "The few strong men arranged by the Wen family are only as strong as Zhang Feng."
Cui continued, "Then let them all follow our carriage on the road..."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements for Mom, and the rest will follow us..."
Seeing that his parents didn't listen to him at all, Song Rui was extremely worried.
My parents are just living a comfortable life and their minds are not as sharp as before.
If something really happens on the way, he will come to calm them down!
Song Rui turned to leave when he suddenly thought of something, "Dad, has the Wen family's drinks bill been paid?"
As soon as the voice fell, the voice of Cui Liu, Chen Chunhua's maid, came in, "Third Master, Master Wen is here and is waiting in the main courtyard."
Song Minglang's face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
You are really bringing up something that is not related to the topic!
Song Rui was so scared that he ran away.
East Courtyard.
"Sister Yu, what is this?"
Jiang Yunwan ignored the other things on the table and reached out to take the round, red object.
"Mom, be careful, this is a blood bag."
?
Jiang Yunwan was startled and hurriedly pulled Song Yu in front of her and lifted up his sleeves to check.
"Mother, you misunderstood. This isn't my blood. It's chicken blood. Uncle Wen just brought it over. He made about twenty blood bags, enough for us to make it look real."
"And this soft armor is invulnerable to swords and guns." Song Yu used the soft armor to gesture twice on Jiang Yunwan, "... plus the blood pack, my mother could have easily deceived them that night in Banshan Yunyin."
"This soft armor is a little small. Mother can't wear it, but it fits you perfectly."
Jiang Yunwan never thought of acting so realistically.
Even if she acted more realistically, she couldn't bear to let Sister Yu take the risk because swords and knives have no mercy.
"Mother, I know you feel sorry for me, but in the dream, I was the last one to be killed. This time, I'm prepared. I'll carry all kinds of powders on me, so they can't hurt me at all."
"I just tried this soft armor and it's stretchable. It can be made bigger or smaller. Daddy asked Uncle Wen to find it for me. Mom, don't refuse it. I will protect myself well."
Jiang Yunwan was worried, "Are you sure there's no danger?"
"Don't worry, mother. We were killed in the dream because we were not prepared. Now we are just pretending to be in the dream."
Seeing Song Yu's determined look, Jiang Yunwan, who also knew medical skills, said, "Okay, mother will wear this soft armor."
"This is an antidote. We can take it half a day before we reach Yunyin Mountain..."
Half an hour later, Song Mingen returned to the East Courtyard alone.
"Daddy, where's Uncle Wen?"
"He arrived early." Song Mingen sat down and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket. He smiled and said to the mother and daughter, "This is the money Minglang brought for the drinks. When we get to the capital, I'll use this money to buy you two a good outfit. From now on, we don't have to be so low-key anymore. Everything we need in the capital must be of high quality, including clothes and accessories."
"Once we get to the capital, Sister Yu won't have to stay in the temple all day..."
Jiang Yunwan touched the heavy banknotes and felt quite emotional.
He actually used the Wen family's debt method to get back the money he had invested in Song Minglang over the years.
Jiang Yunwan took out ten silver notes and handed them to Song Yu. "This is your pocket money. Ask mother for more when you've spent it all."
Song Yu happily took it and said, "Thank you, Mom, and thank you, Dad. I'll go back and clean it up."
Bang!
A thick stack of account books was placed heavily in front of Song Mingen.
"This is recorded in the book, from the time I married you until now. Every penny you've given to Chen Chunhua as a filial piety is also recorded. Also, every penny you've given to Song Minglang, as well as every penny you've given to the Cui family... Take a good look at how much you've given to them. I hope you won't hesitate even a moment when you break off your engagement."
When Jiang Yunwan saw Song Mingen open the account book, she left the room and called Caiwei and Caiyun into the inner room.
When Caiwei and Caiyun came out, they looked a little unbelievable.
"Caiwei, will what Madam said really happen?"
Cai Wei had already guessed: "Whether it happens or not, we in the East Courtyard will just do it."
Song Mingzhu received the news before going to bed.
"Madam, you can rest assured. Old Jiang has been heading north for half a day. It will take another day to travel from Wushuang Village to Yancheng. Old Jiang will not run into us."
"Qiuyue, now that Mr. Jiang is gone, will our plan go smoothly?"
Qiuyue pinched Song Mingzhu's shoulders and comforted her, "Don't worry, Madam. Even if the plan fails in Yunyin Banshan, we still have a long way to go to the capital. There will always be a time when it will succeed."
"That being said, I'm worried that something might go wrong."
[If you keep making mistakes, you will eventually lose what you want to keep]
Master Shanhui's words popped into Song Mingzhu's mind from time to time, making her feel panicked and uneasy.
"Nothing will happen. Zhang Yuan and the others always work beside you, so they won't make mistakes. Also, Master Song's right hand is now disabled, so he won't have the energy to look for Song Yu. Madam Song is anxious to return to Beijing to see her family. One is his adopted daughter, the other his wife. Master Song knows which is more important."
Song Mingzhu shook her head. "My eldest brother and his wife raised Song Yu as their own daughter. Now that Song Yu is missing, the couple will definitely spare no effort to find her whereabouts."
Qiuyue: "Even so, they can't delay for too long on the road. They can only continue the search after returning to Beijing. Master Song's every move is under our noses, and he won't find Song Yu. In the end, we can only assume that Song Yu had an accident and build a cenotaph for her. Master Song won't suspect us."
Yes, Big Brother will never know the truth, nor will he doubt it.
"Okay, stop kneading. You have to get up early tomorrow, go down and get some rest."
The next day.
The villagers of Wushuang Village saw that there were more than twenty horse-drawn carriages and trucks in front of the Song Mansion.
It was obvious that this was not just a simple return trip to Beijing to visit relatives.
It is obvious that the whole family has moved to the capital.
“Village chief, village chief.”
When the villagers saw Song Mingen coming out, they all surrounded him.
"Are you going to the capital and not coming back?"
"Don't worry, folks. I will be back. This time I'm accompanying Wanwan back to Beijing. She hasn't seen her family for over ten years, so she'll have to spend more time with her parents-in-law in Beijing. Everything in the village will remain the same. If you have any questions, feel free to contact Jiye."
"Alright, alright, let's not get stuck here." At this time, Old Man Chen squeezed through the crowd. "The sun is not very bright now, Village Chief, you guys should hurry up and get on the road. The sun is high and the road is not easy to walk on."
"Village chief, wait."
The Song family looked in the direction of the sound.
A group of village women came over, each carrying a basket full of local specialties.
Song Mingzhu was a little surprised to see this. It was a basket full of eggs, duck eggs, smoked bacon, dried wild mushrooms and vegetables, various fruits, as well as pheasants, wild ducks, etc.
That's enough to fill a whole car.
The villagers of Wushuang Village are living a better life and are more generous.
Chen Chunhua was delighted to see this.
Look, it is the Song family that allows the villagers to live a good life.
They all remember the kindness of the Song family.
"Fellow villagers, I appreciate your kindness. It hasn't rained yet this year, and I'm worried it'll be a drought year and the harvest won't be good. Please take all the grain back for a rainy day."
"Village chief, even if this is a drought year, we don't need these."
"Yes, these are not a big deal." Master Chen agreed. "If you can't finish them on the way, you can take them to the capital to give to your parents-in-law to try. The agricultural products of our Wushuang Village have been blessed by the incense of Wushuang Temple. They are spiritual. Eating these will not only nourish your health, but also prolong your life, right, everyone?"
"Yes, yes, that's right. Many pilgrims say so."
Song Mingen: ...
These were all made up by Wen Can to fool the pilgrims.
"What are you guys still standing there for? Hurry up and get in the car."
Old Man Chen roared, and the villagers swarmed over.
Seeing this, Song Mingen had no choice but to accept the villagers' enthusiasm.
After some polite exchanges, the Song family left Wushuang Village under the gaze of the villagers.
"Song Rui has gone with him. Will the village chief really come back?"
Old Man Chen glanced at the villager and said, "Of course the village chief will come back to see us."
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