"Masters, drink some water and rest, you've been busy since you entered the hospital."

Grandpa is holding his broken cigarette pouch under his armpit.

Grab a large handful of jasmine tea in one hand and put it in the kettle, and scoop the freshly boiled water in the cauldron with a gourd scoop in the other.

"Thank you, old lady."

"Thank you, you are all from the capital, and it is no wonder that you followed the convoy from the capital to this corner. Just to send furniture to my family, we don't know how to thank us. ”

Grandpa Song is really grateful.

His baby is not relied on everywhere, and it is not easy for him to crawl and roll in the officialdom alone.

It's not like those who are officials who have relatives who can help each other, even if they give a few words.

Just when their family members were powerless, the Guogong Mansion was able to come from thousands of miles to save face.

Where is this gift? This is to give confidence, and the old man is grateful in his heart.

I was even more impressed.

Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, there is no landside, and the Guogong Mansion knows who they are.

I miss the little general very much.

I haven't thought about it lately, and I'm thinking about it very much now.

Therefore, General Chong, we all have to pay out the warm hospitality of our hearts.

In front of the front Yayi Gate.

The parking lot vacated on both sides was full of carriages from the Guogong Mansion at this time.

Sizhuang, Gao Tietou and the horsemen and servants in the yamen were waiting for these sweaty horses.

Zhang Luo fed water and fodder, and shook the well handle to bring out buckets of well water.

The officials served the horses of the Imperial Palace, and they all had smiles on their faces.

In the bazaar, Fugui drove a mule cart, which was loaded with mutton, millet, and some side dishes of Hu spicy soup, full of cars, and shouted "Huh".

Jumped out of the car and asked the pork seller: "How to sell the pig's blood, I have all the baggage, can you be cheaper." As for the pork, it should be sheathed. ”

After the two sides discussed the price, Fugui said: "Trouble you, send me to the backyard of the county government." ”

Fugui drove a long way back to the car, and the pork seller sighed.

It turned out that the family from Xinzhi County came to him to sell meat.

"Dad, are you pretending too much?"

"I sell meat every day, can I count it? Deliberately, a little more, a little more. The six boys of your four masters' family can't be prepared to go to the yamen on an errand, if it can be realized, we can't thank the new Qingtian master. If there is more, I can still take out this point and make a mind, and go back and talk to your four masters. ”

The son of the pig farmer sneered, "Dad, the county magistrate just said that, and there has been no movement for a few days." Besides, if it really happens, you send an extra pound and a half pound with the pig into the water, and the old man will know? It's not a big deal. ”

The pig farmer doesn't listen to his son's.

Young and knows six.

He looked at the new Qingtian old man who was not fat and had big ears, but had a righteous look.

Just rushed to that handsome, he believed that this person was much stronger than the previous ones, and he would not deceive the people.

……

What's moving?

Several grandmothers stopped talking and looked in the direction of Qianya suspiciously.

Mrs. Ma also frowned slightly, and listened carefully, why is she making a fuss, her third son is not at home.

"You sit down first, and I'll take a look."

Several grandmothers did not sit down, but stood up and asked if they could follow and see.

I thought to myself: If they are troublemakers, they must open their eyes.

When I went back to the capital, I wanted to learn from the old lady, and I was worried that I had nothing to say. The Song family looks really good.

Led by Mrs. Ma.

When the group arrived at the county office, they saw several notices posted on the stone pillars in the square in front of the county office, where a large number of people gathered to hear the news.

Some people are crying, some are laughing, some are cheering, and some are kneeling excitedly.

Master Qin was waving helplessly at the officials who maintained order, and since he read the notice, let them go.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mrs. Ma, "Why is the old lady here?" ”

Master Qin's volume was a little loud, and there was surprise in his voice, which caused the people nearby to hear it.

First, the old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the stone lion at the entrance of the official office, thanking the old man Qingtian.

Then a white-haired old lady knelt on the ground, talking incoherently excitedly, not daring to think about it.

Her family wore patched clothes, and they didn't even want to give some gifts, and the grandson of the family relied on the strength of the family to carry firewood and sell it, and one day he would enter the official office as an errand and serve the official family's rice bowl.

The woman who was pulling the child stretched out her hand that was tired and deformed from heavy work, wiped her tears and said, Lord Zhixian, the man of the people's husband will definitely take up his post well, after this shout, she didn't have the courage to say more, but the hope and excitement in her heart made her feel that it was not enough to express, and knelt in the direction of Mrs. Ma: "The woman can't speak, and the woman also kowtows to the old lady!" ”

Mrs. Ma looked at these people and sighed first.

Fortunately, it's not a trouble.

Otherwise, it would be unpleasant for the people of the Guogong Mansion to see it, especially when her son happened to go to the General's Mansion to be a guest.

Then he smiled at those people, gestured his hands and said: "Get up for me, listen to it, my old lady doesn't understand the affairs of the front office, but I am sure of one thing, my son, will definitely let us be peaceful, better and better." ”

Song Fuling stood behind Mrs. Ma and smiled at those people.

Did you think this was the end of it? No.

Song Jinbao was about to go out to make soy sauce, but he turned around and ran back with the empty can, "Milk, milk?" ”

Mrs. Ma was picking vegetables with the four grandmothers and the maids of the Guogong Mansion, and when she heard the words, she was not angry and glared at Jinbao, what are you doing, can you not ask me for money in front of outsiders, and go with your grandfather.

"No, Milk, you go to the door."

The four grandmothers and maids stood behind Mrs. Ma, and they were also smiling and honoring for a while.

Just look at the back door, some of the earthen baskets are filled with green onions, some are filled with wild vegetables, some are eggs, and some are for soybean noodles, and hemp rope is tied to two catties of meat.

Obviously, this is not a two-family gift.

It was many families who quietly came to the back door, put down their minds and left.

On this day, the Song family entertained the distinguished guests from the Guogong Mansion, using ingredients sent by the people of Huining.

Grandpa Song rolled up his sleeves, with wealth, iron head, and four strong, several generations of people made peace together.

The four grandmothers represent the old ladies of the Guogong Mansion, and they want to use the most traditional handicraft of their hometown to entertain guests from afar, which is equivalent to entertaining the eldest princess who supports Fusheng.

Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Wang took their daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law to fry the apostles, fry the enema, and brand the oil buns.

Song Fuling sat on a small bench picking vegetables.

Xue Niang followed her and inquired while working: "Girl, do you have to work every day at home?" "I feel distressed, and I really want Poria to enjoy the same happiness as in the capital.

Song Fuling said with a natural face: "Yes, my father said, we are ordinary people, we don't care what other people do, my family, regardless of whether my father is an official or not, my brother and I are not allowed to be diligent and indistinguishable, let alone unable to measure words and martial arts, and unable to defend ourselves." ”

"Wu? What is the girl's martial arts, how bitter. ”

Song Fuling said, I will throw an axe, do you want Xue Niang to take a look?

Mi Shou, who picked the shallots, felt like he didn't have any ears to hear, just his sister, how could he work every day.