The Song family is a rich to the third generation of nouveau riche, the grandfather of the Song family was just a guy who followed other shops to run business, **** luck saved a big nobleman from the Western Regions, the nobleman was grateful for his life-saving grace, and handed over the job of buying silk in Jiangnan to him, and the grandfather of the Song family earned the first pot of gold in his life, and then, the Song family's business became bigger and bigger, and gradually evolved into the largest cloth village in Yuncheng. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I have to say that the Song family has a lot of good luck in history, and I don't know if there is green smoke from the ancestral tomb. However, no matter how rapid the history of development is, it can't make up for the essence of the Song family's nouveau riche. It can be seen from the decoration style of the Song family's house.

For example, the spring garden where Song Chunniang lives, the spring flowers of a water, as soon as spring comes, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, competing for beauty, the fragrance of flowers is fragrant, and it looks very beautiful. But as soon as spring passed, it was bare, and there was nothing.

Looking at Mrs. Song's main courtyard again, it was simply miserable. The courtyard of Nuoda was crowded with all kinds of flowers and plants, and those who didn't know thought they had entered a garden that sold flowers and grass. There are also those pavilions and pavilions, one after another, without any rules, and with the golden lacquer, how cheesy and cheesy it is, every time Song Chunniang comes, she will be dizzy, and it will take a while to adapt to the magnificence here.

What's even worse today, there is also a golden screen in the hall of the main courtyard, which flashes so that Song Chunniang is about to go blind.

"Chun'er, look at it, is this screen that my aunt bought good or not? Yesterday I looked at it in the store, and I saw it at a glance, and I thought it was particularly suitable for your mother's yard, so I quickly bought it. How pure this gold is, and how it matches the tone of this house. ”

Master Song's sister, Mrs. Song, who married into a jewelry store in Yuncheng, pulled Song Chunniang, who had just entered the door, to talk non-stop, and praised the gifts she sent as if offering treasures.

I wondered why Mother Shi came to invite herself personally, and it turned out that Mrs. Wen came.

Song Chunniang felt that the noise was too bad, but this was her aunt or her future mother-in-law, so she had to listen patiently, but she just listened, and she didn't say a word.

Mrs. Wen sang a clarinet by herself, but she also felt bored, so she took a step by herself: "Look at me, patronize the screen." You've just come back from the store, haven't you? Tired or not? ”

Song Chunniang was unmoved, and replied lightly: "I'm not tired, Aunt Lao is worried." ”

With a short sentence and Song Chunniang's usual cold tone, Mrs. Wen suddenly felt a little unbearable on her face, no matter how she said that she was also an elder and a prospective mother-in-law, she took a hot face to stick to her daughter-in-law's cold ass, and it was thankless, it was too unpleasant.

With this thought, the heat in Mrs. Wen's eyes cooled, and she sat back and picked up the teacup and gestured to drink tea.

The atmosphere was a little cold, and Mrs. Song hurriedly said: "My sister also knows Chun'er's temperament, she has always been a stuffy gourd, and she can't say a word when she asks three questions." She's just clumsy, but in fact, you care about her, and she's happy, isn't she? ”

Mrs. Song swept over with a begging look, Song Chunniang was speechless, and she still gave her old lady face: "Thank you, aunt." ”

Mrs. Wen didn't really want to find fault, so she gave up if she had this sentence, and resumed her twitter.

The two ladies' parents had a short chat, but Song Chunniang felt that the time was very difficult, and she wanted to block out the noise, but she had to cooperate with Mrs. Song to act from time to time, which was really tiring.

finally finished lunch and sent Mrs. Wen away, Song Chunniang was so tired that she collapsed, patted her ass and got up to leave.

Mrs. Song quickly pressed her, pulled her to her side and said carefully: "Chun'er, you can be polite to your aunt in the future, you know?" Now it's different from the past, you have to get married, not be a stove girl, and when you get to the Wen family, you have to look at your aunt's eyes, and your aunt is a small person, if you offend her with any of your words, wouldn't it be for you to find trouble for yourself if she has a grudge? ”

Song Chunniang listened to it with a big head, she was already cold, and she would never say much about the things that could be solved in one sentence, Mrs. Bishengwen liked to nag the most, and the nagging was all non-nutritious content, she couldn't stop the brain from automatically filtering it even if she wanted to listen carefully. Let's talk about this attitude problem, she has always been like this, she treats everyone equally, and it is not aimed at Mrs. Wen.

Song Chunniang's heart was churning, her face was still cold, and she didn't speak or react.

Mrs. Song is a little puzzled by her own daughter, although it is popped out of her stomach, but from childhood to adulthood, Bing Xue is smart, and she doesn't have to worry about everything, once Mrs. Song is very proud, she praises every person, and everyone envies her for having a sensible and intelligent daughter, but gradually, Mrs. Song feels that something is wrong, her daughter seems to be getting farther and farther away from herself, she wants what she wants, and she can't figure it out when she is a mother, and then later, Master Song personally taught her to do business, Song Chunniang's temperament became more and more cold, and she became more and more calm. Even if Mrs. Song wanted to intervene to take care of it, she would have no way to start.

However, even if the relationship between mother and daughter is estranged, the daughter is also a piece of flesh that has fallen from her body, no matter how much Mrs. Song can't see through Song Chunniang's thoughts, it is indispensable to cherish her heart.

Seeing that Song Chunniang didn't react, Mrs. Song continued: "Chun'er, for my mother, I know that it is a grievance to let you go to the back house to stay. But it is a matter of course for men to get married and women to get married. Rao is that no matter how talented you are in business, you have to do your job as a woman. Although your aunt is small and not generous enough, she is your own aunt and has watched you grow up, so she knows your temperament to some extent, and she must be more affectionate and tolerant of you......"

Mrs. Song looked at her daughter's eyes as she spoke, trying to peek out a trace of emotional waves from them, but Song Chunniang always maintained a calm expression, and she didn't even blink her eyes, the more Mrs. Song said that the more she was in her heart, the more she was at the bottom of her heart, and even her tone was a little cautious: "...... Originally, I thought about it, you stayed at home to guard the stove and manage the family's business, so that it would not bury your talent, but also preserve the incense of the Song family. However, now that you have your brother, if you stay, not only will your father and I be criticized, but even your aunt and Jisheng will not be happy. Mother knows, such a change is sorry for you, you have done a lot of things for the family cloth village in the past so many years, but now you have to let go, you are indebted to you in both affection and reason. However, your brother is also born to his mother, and the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, and my mother doesn't want to wronged you, but also wants to protect your brother, and my mother doesn't know what to do......"

The more Mrs. Song spoke, the more emotional she became, and her voice was choked. Song Chunniang was not only not moved, but upset.

Who said she was wronged? Doing things for the family cloth village, that is what she is happy to do, she feels fresh, and then she feels that it will be boring if she doesn't do these things. To be honest, she doesn't think it's a pity to give up her business by marrying a woman, she has already passed the freshness period and lost her initial attraction. But everyone felt that she should be wronged and angry. Could it be that she did all this in return?

Mrs. Song was still talking about her dowry, how she added valuables to the bottom of the box, and how she broke the rules of the family to increase the weight of the dowry.

Song Chunniang couldn't help but be annoyed, her intuitive disgust was very necessary for this way of buying out feelings with material things, she needed to affirm her attitude again: "Mother, I have always been very happy to have a younger brother in the family, I have never had any complaints about the family because I want to get married, and I am not nostalgic for the business of Buzhuang, everything I have done before, firstly, I am interested, and secondly, as the eldest daughter, I should be, I never wanted to get anything." You really don't have to go out of your way to make it up to me. ”

Song Chunniang still kept her cold tone unchanged when she said these words, and her facial expression had not changed, but she surprised Mrs. Song.

For a long time, the eldest daughter has not expressed her heart like this, Mrs. Song was surprised and moved, her mind was blank, and she only knew how to nod vigorously and responded: "Chun'er, my mother knows, you have always been a good child, but my mother can't stand you, and I can't care about you well......" After speaking, her eyes, which were originally just moist, actually burst into tears.

Song Chunniang was most afraid of women crying in her life, seeing her mother crying and crying, she was so clumsy that she didn't know what to say. The subordinates did not dare to come forward to persuade them.

When the atmosphere was embarrassing, a voice like a silver bell came in: "Mother, mother, mother, you don't care about Song Xianiang, you actually wore a new set of clothes, I don't have so many new clothes!" Then a little chubby figure like the wind plunged into Mrs. Song's arms and was tired of being coquettish.