Zheng knew that something was wrong, so anxious that his eyes were a little red, and when he saw the envelope, he wanted to get it, but was stopped by Zhang on the side.

"The third brother and sister sit tightly, don't drop the cup again." Cui Shi laughed softly.

Zhang also smiled gently: "Third brother and sister, this thing is still for the old lady to see first." As she spoke, she presented the envelope to Madame Hou.

Mrs. Hou opened the fire paint and took out the contents of the envelope, but saw that there was a silver ticket and a bill in the letter, and the word "Sanjiang" on the bill was in red, even if Fu Jun sat far away, she could see it clearly.

Sanjiang Firm, another underground money bank in Jinling City. Although it is not as famous as Baosheng, it can be regarded as a time-honored brand in Beijing. Every year, there are not a few families who are forced to sell their children and daughters by the Sanjiang firm.

Naturally, those wealthy nobles in Beijing also put Yinzi money in private, and they all entrusted them to large-scale money banks like Sanjiang and Baosheng for operation. First, it is convenient, and secondly, it is full of money, never in arrears, and will not leak customer privacy, which can be described as a credibility guarantee and outstanding reputation.

"Zheng, what's going on!" Madame Hou's face was so heavy that she could wring out water, and with a flick of her hand, she threw the envelope at Zheng's feet.

Zheng's knees weakened, and the person was already kneeling on the ground.

She used almost all her strength before she trembled and picked up the bills and silver tickets that had fallen on her skirt.

The name of the shop Guangli under her name is clearly written on the top, and the seal of the shopkeeper Yu Yourong is also stamped below.

Zheng sat down on the ground all of a sudden, and Xingfang and Taoyuan hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this......" Zheng muttered.

It was so easy for her to catch up with Wu Boxiong. It really took a lot of silver to move him. Putting the money in the seal is a matter of great profits, and under the heavy money, Wu Boxiong moved his mind. As long as things are done skillfully, when the time comes, push Fu Jun on, Zheng believes that Mrs. Hou will definitely not let Fu Jun take care of those shops anymore.

With so many farm shops and such a rich income of silver, she didn't believe that Mrs. Hou would not be tempted. At that time, Mrs. Hou will definitely collect all the dowry left by the Wang family and take care of it herself.

Mrs. Hou's heart was all on the second room, and Zheng could see it very clearly.

If the shop is all owned by Mrs. Hou. Mrs. Hou will definitely take out some of it to supplement the second room.

It's just that. This thing has to be done beautifully, and it can't be completely done by Madame Hou. At that time, as long as the Zheng family expresses a little sincerity, presumably Mrs. Hou will be very willing to hand over this matter to the Zheng family, the mother-in-law, to deal with.

Zheng didn't want much. As long as two achievements are done. God knows how much property her stepdaughter has. Even if it is 20%, there must be tens of thousands of taels of silver.

But. How did things get to the way they are?

It was not Fu Jun who put the money in Yinzi, but it became her Zheng family! Not only did Wu Boxiong say it, but even the bills were taken out. Zheng couldn't tell even if he was covered in mouth.

This scene, which should have forced Fu Jun to be powerless to defend herself, has now fallen on her head.

Zheng was paralyzed and weak, and he only felt that everything in front of him was turning, and together with Mrs. Hou's lofty face, it was shaking in front of her eyes.

She closed her eyes, and her face turned white.

From the moment Zheng knelt down, Fu Jun stood up. When Zheng was paralyzed on the ground, Fu Jun immediately confessed to Mrs. Hou and withdrew.

Not only Fu Jun, but Fu Jia also retreated.

Originally, it was just that the Zhang family called Changling for questioning in order to find the lost property, but after that, although it was said that the silver ticket was obtained, it was not a big deal. Now that they have pulled out such a thing as putting money in print, this is not something that the delicate girl's family should look at, so they naturally have to resign.

Speaking of which, in today's whole incident, Fu Jia didn't say a word from beginning to end, which was quite surprising to Fu Jun.

After leaving Rongxuan Hall, Fu Jun couldn't help but glance at Fu Jia, but saw that her second sister looked quite calm, holding the hand of the maid coral, only the corners of her lips slightly curled up, showing her happiness at this time.

After watching most of the good plays, Fu Jia naturally felt happy. Especially when this good show is co-starred by a mother and daughter in the third room, she is even happier to watch. When separating from Fu Jun, Fu Jia even smiled and said: "If the fourth sister is free, she will also come to my painting pavilion to sit, I will be cool there." ”

"Okay, my little sister will definitely visit you one day." Fu Jun said with a smile.

After returning to Qiuxiju, Fu Jun acted as usual, wrote two words, read a few sentences, and stroked the piano for a while. The sound of cicadas outside the window is cut, embedded in the ethereal rhyme of the piano, and it seems to have a bit of Zen in the stillness and movement in the quiet.

When Fu Geng stepped into the courtyard gate of Qiuxiju, what he heard was the wonderful music of the cicada and the piano.

He listened for a moment.

The golden-red sunset swept by, stretching the shadows of the trees for a long time. The sound of cicadas has gradually subsided, the evening breeze is slightly cool, and a faint moon shadow hangs in the thin cyan sky.

He received the news and rushed back.

Originally, he thought that when he entered the door, he would be greeted by a gloomy mist, his daughter's tearful eyes, and words full of resentment. Just like Fu Ke back then.

However, it didn't.

His daughter Juan is quiet and peaceful, and even the piano rhyme she strokes out is as cool as a slight moon.

Fu Geng listened, and suddenly heard a little sadness.

It turned out that his daughter was so accustomed to these things. And for him, the father, his daughter has never relied on him more.

She always gets things sorted out on her own without bothering anyone. Even if that person was her father, she wouldn't beg him for help.

In Fu Geng's eyes, there was gradually a hint of tide.

He should be relieved.

Because he is really busy, and there are indeed a lot of people and things to deal with, so much so that he sometimes can't take care of his daughter at all.

However, when such a smart and sensible daughter really appeared in front of him, why was his heart so sour?

Fu Geng stood in the sunset for a long time, until the rhyme of the piano dissipated, he exhaled a long breath, stepped on the steps embedded with mica stones, and turned into the south courtyard.

The sound of the maids coming over came over, and Fu Jun put down the sheet music in his hand.

Fu Geng is here.

Also, there was such a big incident in the third room of them, as the head of the family, Fu Geng had to show his face.

This is also simple, Fu Junyuan also planned to go to the study outside to explain. Now it's a hassle-free.

Qingman opened the light emerald Hunan curtain, and Fu Jun greeted him out of the door with a smile: "Father is here." ”

"Well, let's see what you're doing." Fu Geng said with a smile and lifted a delicate lotus leaf bag in his hand, "Taibaiju's crab roe crisp, because my father knows that you love to eat, I brought you a few." ”

"Great." Fu Jun smiled with his eyes slightly bent, and the pear vortex on his cheeks was the same as when he was a child, "Qingman, open the cake quickly, it won't be crispy after a long time." ”

Fu Jun said as he took the shortbread with his own hands and let Fu Geng into the room.

Shijiang sent warm tea, Qingwu set up a brocade mattress, Qingman presented crab roe cake and three other snacks on a vermilion lacquer tray, and everyone retreated, leaving only the father and daughter to speak. (To be continued.) )