The marriage of his daughter was half done, and Zhao Dashu went home humming a little tune.
"Where's my daughter?"
“Up the mountain.”
"Why are you going up the mountain again? It's so hot, wouldn't it be nice to just stay at home?" I don't know what the fate of girls is. They have to endure hardship without working. Many girls want to stay at home and not work, but they can't.
"Don't let her go up the mountain anymore. It's not nice to see her get tanned."
"I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. Is the couple successful?" After being married for more than ten years, Song could still tell whether the couple was successful or not.
"Yes, it's done."
Song couldn't tell what her mood was at the moment, and she didn't know whether she should be happy or not. Xiao Lei, in fact, she was not satisfied. But if her daughter followed him, she wouldn't have to leave their home and wouldn't have to serve her grandmother-in-law, so she wouldn't feel so bad.
"Have you told him about the visit? Have you explained it clearly?"
"Let me make it clear. I told him to find a way to sever his ties with the Xiao family."
"Can it be done?"
"I don't care if it works out or not. If it doesn't work out, this marriage won't count. Not to mention the two troublesome guys in the Xiao family, the children born by Yang are not good either. It will be difficult to break up if they keep getting married now."
"Indeed, it's really hard for the child."
Zhao Dashu sneered. He didn't feel it was difficult for him at all.
His daughter got stuck in cow dung.
"Hey, I'm tired, let me lie down for a while. Call me when it's time to eat."
"Let's go." He felt that the head of the family was still not happy, "By the way, you don't go to the master's place anymore?"
He forgot that he was a scholar. "I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm going to find my teacher."
When Xiao Lei comes home, she will ask him to study and help her daughter with the housework.
Song was sitting in the yard, making clothes with the scholar's wife. The scholar's wife was very skilled in embroidery, and the patterns she made were very beautiful. Seeing that Song wanted to learn, she took the initiative to come over and teach her very carefully.
"Madam, the master is here."
Who is the master?
"The master's eldest brother and his wife are at the door." Seeing that she didn't understand, the housekeeper kindly explained it again.
"Oh, you can just call me master."
Seeing that there were guests coming, the scholar's wife packed up her needlework and stood up, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll go back to my room. We'll embroider together next time when we're free."
She feels that her life is real now. There are people to chat with her and her children have friends to play with. Everyone wants to move to the city, but in fact, only when you get to the city do you realize how cold the people are, and it is not even close to being as lively as in the village.
Zhao Dashu came out quickly, "Brother is at the door?"
"Yes, and my sister-in-law."
Zhao Dawen was blocked outside the door by a dog slave, and he felt very unhappy. He is the master, and this is their attitude? Not decent!
The third brother suddenly became rich and really doesn't know how to discipline his servants. How can a peasant like him be a master?
“Brother!”
"Well, the people under you are very undisciplined. Third brother, you don't know how to manage a household." He looked grief-stricken, as if he had killed someone.
Zhao Dashu didn't even want to look at him straight in the eye. What did his people do to him? Was he just too full?
Boss Zhao thought that after he said this, his third brother would humbly ask him how to manage servants. But after waiting for a long time, he found that he didn't even look at him.
He felt that the servants all looked at him with contempt.
For a moment, I was filled with shame and anger.
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