How to prove that the house was bought with Mama Zhong's money?

Han Chuan and Hu Wenhe sat at the square table in the hall and discussed for a long time.

It was concluded that it was impossible to prove that Mama Zhong's silver was Mama Zhong's silver, and if it could not be proved that Mama Zhong's silver was Mama Zhong's silver, then it would not be possible to prove that Mama Zhong's house was Mama Zhong's house.

It hurts around the door of the brain.

It's back to square one.

Hu Wenhe's face was full of depression, and he sighed softly, "If we can prove that Mama Zhong's sister's family is not capable of buying such a house, will it be easier?" ”

Han Chuan thought about it, and always felt that it was hanging, "... It's also a way, and it depends on how the officials decide. Han Chuan sighed, and it was better to give the initiative to an unknown official than to have no hope at all, but the question was whether Mama Zhong was willing to go to court with her sister as a bitter master, and Han Chuan intuitively felt that Mama Zhong was unwilling.

It's not that Mama Zhong doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, it's just that the old man's thoughts are different from theirs.

Xu didn't want to see his sister's family at all.

Xu saw through and looked down, and felt that he still had a pocket of coffin books, so he didn't want to have more rights and wrongs.

Han Chuan was a little unsure of Mama Zhong's idea, and asked Mama Zhong tentatively before, but the old man just brushed the hair on his sideburns, drooping his eyes, and then he didn't have a word to say.

Nosy, you can't be so unhappy that the subject is unhappy, right?

Think again!

The house is there, and you can't run away!

Han Chuan cheered up and raised his head, smiled at Hu Wenhe, thought about it, there was still a milk fan in the kitchen, so he asked Hu Wenhe to wait a while, he went to the stove room and folded a paper box with oiled paper, put a fried milk fan in it, dug a spoonful of sweet bean paste, took it out and handed it to Hu Wenhe with both hands, "Thank you for your hard work!" Try it! Wrap the bean paste puree with a milk fan and eat it, which seems to be the way to eat in the Southern Zhao Kingdom in the past. It's just made, and the taste should be okay. ”

The hemp rope tied to the cardboard box was tied into a small knot by Hanchuan, like a butterfly flying away.

Hu Wenhe laughed when he looked at it, and inexplicably remembered in his mind that every time he brought something back to Jing Zhaoyin from "Shi Xian", his colleagues had ambiguous eyes and teasing words.

"The boss lady made you something again?"

"Good mouth! Good mouth! ”

"Let's go to 'Shixian' for dinner, can the name of the newspaper and the newspaper also be discounted!"

Hu Wen and the tips of his ears were a little red.

But I remembered what my grandfather said, "His mother is looking at the right girl for him."

Hu Wenhe pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to take the cardboard box containing Chuan, and made a gesture of thanks, and then walked out of the restaurant with wind and frost.

Xu Yi sat in the southeast corner of the hall with a golden knife, picked up the colorful leaf tea in one hand, put it on the square table with the other hand, gently knocked on the wooden table with his knuckles, threw a small ingot of broken silver on the table, and went out without saying hello to Han Chuan.

The attendant Ah Jin led the horse and waited outside the door.

Xu Yi turned over and got on his horse and casually explained to Ah Jin, "Go and check the details of the six-grade official who just ate in the restaurant." After a pause, "Check the case he has in hand now, and free up his hand to help solve it." ”

It's a house.

Worth the little girl's painstaking consideration?

If the official road is not good, take the bandit road.

If the white one doesn't work, go the black one.

If you don't have the ability, how can you help?

Plainness makes people owe.

Xu Yi looked at the row of footprints on the thick snow in the alley expressionlessly, and then took the reins with an expressionless face, turned his head and galloped towards Dingjimen.

In the restaurant, Han Chuan turned his head and found that Xu Yi had left at some point, leaving a piece of broken silver on the table.

It would be nice if all the diners were like Xu...

A bowl of clear soup rice noodles and a milk fan earned five taels of silver.

The future of restaurants is promising!

Han Chuan put the silver in his pocket and didn't think about it anymore.

When Mama Zhong was free, Han Chuan specially soaked in a pot of Longjing before the rain, and made hibiscus lotus cake with her hands to eat.

Mama Zhong laughed, took a piece of five-kernel shortbread into her mouth, the skin was glutinous, the filling inside was fragrant and sticky, and she tasted it roughly, including melon seeds, peanut seeds, walnut seeds, tangerine peel, hawthorn crushed, and a little honey syrup to reconcile, Zhong Mama ate a piece and then matched it with Longjing, and the fragrance of tea diluted the sweetness brought by the pastry.

Sometimes when eating, one plus one is greater than two.

When one dish is paired with another, the flavor of the harvest is far more wonderful than when used alone.

This is what sets Fresh from other restaurants.

The shopkeeper is well versed in the way of eating, knows that thin with thick, light with strong, vulgar with elegant, knows that shredded green onion with duck slices, plum sauce with roast goose, honeydew melon with ham, if the diner is not a glutton, there will be no accurate side dishes of the shopkeeper.

After Mama Zhong chewed slowly, she looked at Han Chuan, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Chuan told Mama Zhong of Hu Wenhe's suggestion in three or two sentences, as she expected, Mama Zhong lowered her eyes silently, and after a long while, she sighed softly, raised her head, and looked out of the window lattice, as if she was recalling the past, "... I am from Tongzhou, when I was elected to the palace, I was thirteen years old, my sister was three years old, I was ten years older than Lianmei, after my mother gave birth to my sister, my body was not very good, and I died not long after. Lianmei, it can be counted as [fo] I brought up. ”

"When the eunuchs who were selected came to our village, I heard from a few aunts that it was a good thing to enter the palace, and I could send money out every month, and when I left the palace at the age of twenty-five, I could save a lot of money, and the life of the whole family would be much better."

Han Chuan listened quietly.

Mama Zhong's voice was very calm, "But I didn't calculate, as soon as I entered the palace, my father took my sister to marry a widow from the next village, and even moved away, and the money I sent out of the palace every month was not sent to my sister at all, but was swallowed by several aunts." I didn't count it, but by the time I left the palace, I was already in my forties, and my sister was already in her early thirties... When she was growing up, there was no trace of me, and even when she was bullied by her stepmother, she often thought of me as a sister, and gradually her longing turned into resentment. ”

"She feels that now that I have returned to my hometown, I should compensate her for the suffering and sins she has endured."

Mama Zhong paused and smiled, "The world thinks I'm stupid, stupid or stupid, the eldest sister is like a mother, I should have compensated her." ”

Han Chuan stood up suddenly, his hands clenched tightly, and he restrained his emotions, "Then who will compensate you!" ”

Mama Zhong smiled again, her face was very calm, "The road was chosen by myself, why do I need others to compensate me?" ”

Han Chuan lowered her head, and only raised her head after a while, her gaze was very resolute, "You didn't feel sorry for her, and you don't need to compensate her." You don't agree with your idea. But you respect your decision to refuse to go to court with your sister. But if you are willing to give, give or not, she can't cheat, she can't ask for it. If there is any other way, you will definitely get your house back. ”

Mama Zhong smiled very gently, reached out and gently touched Han Chuan's head, nodded and said, "Okay." ”