"Brother Yan?" Mi Shou's height is only up to the shoulders of others, but Fan Er is very full, holding his hands behind his back, and raising his head to remind.

Signal to go with him, don't be stunned, what's the use of looking at the horse.

"Huh? Oh. ”

The gentle Yan Xihan nodded to Mi Shou.

That night, Mi Shou cooked for him, and he didn't ask why your family ate a buffet? How is your home different from Beppu.

The mind is full of that lingering shadow.

Only when he left, when he wanted to see Song Fusheng, did Yan Xihan straighten up.

Song Fusheng was writing materials in the study at home, and when he heard Mi Shou say that people were going to come over to say goodbye, he took the time to look at the door distractedly.

When you are a father, you have to give your son this face.

These are all my son's children.

Song Fusheng nodded to Yan Xianhan, who bowed to him at the door, leaned back in the chair, smiled and waved his hand, and let him be exempted: Coming? Ah, you're going to go, okay, come and play.

The door closes.

Yan Xianhan led the horse and looked back at the door of the prefect's house.

The door closed, and the bustle inside disappeared suddenly.

He watched for a long time before leaving.

……

"Ninth Young Master." The porter's servant took the horse's rope.

The little maid hurried over and said, "Young master, the old lady will let you go back to the house." ”

"Got it."

Old Master Yan today selected candidates for the children of the family to write books.

He has already discussed with Song Fuling, and first came up with a set of "basic arithmetic planning" and a set of "primary arithmetic planning practice".

First of all, these books that have compiled a large amount of information will be compiled into a volume.

The compiler is, of course, their Yan family.

Song Fuling has always said that she is unwilling to participate in the meticulous and troublesome compilation work.

All she can do is come up with an outline, and don't even provide a detailed outline, don't look for her.

And this extremely tedious work, in the end, the name will not appear in the work, there are Yan Jihan and his father Yan Fu Four Masters.

These people are happy to be a part of it.

At this time, Old Master Yan sat above and spoke to his son and grandson who had been selected.

He was on the podium with his hands on the podium, and his posture was the same as Song Fuling's usual life.

When it comes to the main point, the old man will pick up the chalk, stand up, and write the key words on the blackboard.

Yan Xianhan sat below, sitting in the same position where his grandfather listened to the lecture on weekdays.

He heard his grandfather say:

Calculation is more than just a tool.

If it can be more widely popularized, it will play a vital role in construction, manufacturing, military and other fields.

Although the Yan family has withdrawn from the center of political power, it is incumbent on the Yan family to do whatever is beneficial to the imperial court, even if it can play a little role in promoting.

The more his grandfather said above, the more Yan Xihan thought about it in his heart.

Slowly start to calm down.

His eyes fell on the thick books on the desk, as if he saw the scene of Miss Song teaching her grandfather here.

I was lucky to meet Miss Song today.

Before seeing it, he didn't really think too much about it.

Like those classmates, he was more deeply curious, just wanting to see this strange woman with his own eyes.

I know that she is very good at arithmetic.

It is known that she often plays with gadgets that none of the men are very good at.

I know that when her father served in Huiningzhi County, she tried to look through the murder case files in recent years.

And other women read books, read poems and songs, and talk about children's love, but Miss Song read the laws and regulations, and specifically found loopholes to tell her classmates.

He boldly guessed that Miss Song wouldn't have written down all those loopholes, right?

There are not many interesting girls, and Miss Song is the best.

But what can I do when I see it?

Propose?

Sometimes, I have to say, the door is the opinion.

The prefect of Song is thriving.

The Yan family has shown the sunset in the West Mountain.

Although he has always been proud in his heart and thinks that he is himself.

But in fact, he is the son of the Yan family outside, if the emperor has taboos in his heart, it is unknown whether he can participate in the imperial examination in the future, and how to win a tomorrow.

There is no tomorrow, how can you get the approval of the Song Governor's Mansion.

After all, he knew that Miss Song was not valued by her father a while ago, which was pure nonsense.

In addition, even if you can't survive your heart, you must give it a try so that there are no regrets, and it is by no means now.

Because if he gets the consent of his grandfather and parents to come to the door to propose marriage, at that time, if Miss Song does not agree, how will Miss Song still go to the door of Yanfu, and how will the book be written?

That wasn't his intention.

He hoped that the quirky girl would be able to rejoice every day, as his sister said, and not be burdened by him.

"Tie Han?"

"Huh? Yes, grandfather. ”

Old Master Yan's favorite grandson.

The four-room department has done the best in learning, but it looks mediocre and often doesn't seem to be brilliant.

In fact, I know that this grandson is stronger than him at this age, and he understands the golden mean very well.

——

"Why did you come back, my daughter said you have a guest there, who?" Song Fusheng put down the brush and looked up to ask Qian Peiying.

Qian Peiying hung the bag on the clothes hook on the wall, and looked back at her old Song:

"Mrs. Liu. When Poria went, we were talking inside. Guess what Madame Liu told me today. ”

"Don't always make me guess. Your mantra, guess what, you know? These two sentences are always used at the beginning of the speech. If you don't say, can I know? ”

Qian Peiying glared at Song Fusheng.

Only then did he sit down and said, "Why do I think she wants to propose marriage to our family, and she is going to talk to me today." ”

"Who, give it to Erya."

"Are you stupid, the second girl is close again, after all, she is a niece, and she will not come to me. With her letter, I will look for the old lady. It's your daughter. ”

Song Fusheng immediately lowered his face and dared to mention his daughter: "Who is she mentioning?" ”

"Naturally, she is the only sister-in-law in their family."

"I think it's you two who are stupid, how old her son is. didn't have the brains to say that, does her son know better than our daughter? ”

Qian Peiying also knows small.

But listening to Mrs. Liu's meaning, the female junior holds the gold bricks, and Poria does it when she is old, as long as she and Lao Song agree, look at that meaning, nothing else matters.

And there is no shadow, so I am so positive, I can't wait to promise her now that I will never let Poria be wronged.

"I said that I valued the atmosphere of our family, and said that I was envious when I saw us for the first time. said that it just so happened that the two of us wanted to keep our daughter for a few more years, and we would say everything, and praise our family for ...... Poria."

Before Qian Peiying finished speaking, Song Fusheng stood up and waved his hand:

"You have to get it, don't give you two good words, just listen to the truth.

How many of us are there?

They don't think age matters, I still think there's a problem.

Look at the backyard of the Liufu Mansion, the flower people are flowers, there are fathers and sons, let them go to the side. ”

Qian Peiying looked at Song Fu's back as he walked angrily:

"Yes, I didn't answer, I said that our family didn't think about looking for a younger one.

Isn't this the stage of talking, I chatted with you, and I didn't get stiff in the end.

I guess Mrs. Liu also mentioned a few words with the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, why are you angry? I just want to tell you that there is a market for our daughters. ”

The next day, it happened that Song Fusheng received two letters related to marriage.

One is Fengtian, Dalang's marriage is preliminarily decided, and he is waiting for their family to go back for the New Year this year.

I was very happy.

But after reading the second letter, I was not happy.

He mentioned in a letter from a friend of Jinshi who was a magistrate in the county that the prefect had a private conversation and wanted to make a matchmaker in the middle to help the young son of the family propose the daughter of the Song prefect.

Song Fusheng looked at the letter and complained, you know that it is a daughter, and you dare to propose marriage casually?

Reply:

Hurry up and let your prefect go and find someone else for your young son, he is here, impossible.

Because there is only this one woman in his life, she is like a jewel.

I have never considered marrying far away, but I look forward to going home often even if I get married in the future.

was originally quite angry, but Song Fusheng suddenly stopped writing as he wrote.

Master Qin came in to add tea, and just happened to hear the adult sigh: "Alas. ”

What's wrong, my lord?

……

Song Fuling came out of Yan's Mansion and was about to get into the car, when she saw a tall and straight figure coming out of the corner, she was stunned: "Dad? ”

Song Fusheng walked over with a smile behind his back: "Ah." ”

"Why are you here, when did you arrive, and you still haven't gone in?"

Song Fusheng stepped forward to take his daughter's backpack from the roast chicken, and helped Poria pull the skirt to her feet and help her into the car.

What are you doing in the house, he is just here to pick up his daughter "from work", there is no need to make a big fuss.

But Song Fusheng didn't explain, just got into the car and told Chi Xing Chi Yu to rush to the South Compound to pick up Peiying.

Then he said: "Let's not go home for dinner today, I'll let Mi Shou go to Molian Ju and wait, go there to eat." After eating, a few of us went shopping. ”

Song Fuling was puzzled, "Aren't you busy?" ”

Her dad has been busy lately.

At present, goods are basically transported to the outside once a month, and there are private goods and truckloads of whetstones from the official office to be sent to the weapons depot of the military headquarters in the capital. Then the military department sent people to the front line.

The deer farm and the factory where the fungus is cultivated have also been fenced off, and her father said a few days ago that he would go there.

In addition, this year's rice experimental fields are also in full swing, a large amount of wasteland to be developed, the reason why it was barren in the past, is that it is located in a remote area or there is a difficulty in diverting water, so we must find a way to build a canal to divert water from the mountain streams.

What's more, another year of spring is coming.

All the things that are waiting for his father are waiting for him, and his father doesn't even have time to go to Huining.

Every night, my father would check the information and write a summary in the front office or in the back house study.

Song Fusheng said, "Don't be busy, it's a waste of time to accompany you and your mother, don't worry about it." ”

In the Merian Curie, there are six of the chef's best dishes on the table.

Through the bead curtain, you can faintly hear the sound of rockery flowing water and the sound of the zither.

Mi Shou no longer had the immature voice he had before, and he opened his mouth like a little adult:

"Hehe, it's still the roadside ravioli delicious. Uncle, do you remember the first time we went into the city to eat wontons? ”

Qian Peiying reminded Song Fusheng: "Just the time when you were looked down upon by the shopkeeper." ”

Song Fusheng picked up vegetables for his daughter: "Remember, is it that Mi Shou lost that time?" Ran and dragged someone to Lu Pan to give mushrooms, and I really wanted to beat him up that time. ”

Mi Shou said: "But I have not been beaten once. ”

"Ah, yes, I didn't hit you. It seems that you are quite greedy, quite regretful? ”

The family of four laughed.

Song Fusheng smiled while deliberately observing his daughter's smiling face.

Recently, he was suddenly vulnerable.

Seeing Mi Shou, he thought: This kid is designated to be with him for life, boy, even if he can't divide the family, he can still get back a daughter-in-law.

Seeing Poria Cocos, the psychology became: Alas, why did you say that time passed so quickly, and they grew up in a blink of an eye, how many years can their family of four be like this?

After eating, I was well-informed, and I already knew that Lord Song was shopping with his wife and daughter today.

The merchants are waiting for you, thinking that you can go out on the street casually as a prefect? How busy people are, they don't need to say anything, whatever they want, they will be sent to the back house.

They guessed that they were here to check people's livelihood.

It's just too late, otherwise the merchants will be eager to clean up before greeting.

But I didn't expect that Governor Song was really an ordinary shopping.

The merchants in the shop were dumbfounded.

"This one looks good with flowers, damn it, you see."

"I'll see."

Song Fuling pushed away the flower cloth that her father had drawn on her: "I see, it's also very ordinary." ”

Song Fusheng looked at the pink ribbon flower in his hand, how can this be ordinary, how good-looking, and he looks young when he wears it.

"Which one do you think?"

"That's the material."

Song Fusheng immediately pointed to the merchant, "Send it to the car." ”

Song Fuling tried on shoes, all kinds of embroidered shoes, Qian Peiying felt distressed, this is the fourth shop to visit, what is expensive can be talked about at a glance.

It's okay if you lack these, but Poria is not lacking, and the old lady buys it for her daughter.

The old lady's little shopaholic potential is now in her daughter.

"Still buying?"

"My dad had to let me try."

If you don't look, can he let you try? Don't look around.

In the rouge gouache shop, Song Fuling touched it without raising her head, and said to Song Fusheng, who was about to send the car, "Dad, I just want to take a look, if I want to buy it, you will pay for it." ”

The owner of the shop kept peeking at the Song prefect's house.

Song Governor: "Okay." ”

That's really my daughter listens to everything she says, and she is patient and doesn't bother to go around.

After the Song prefect's family left, the three maids strangely surrounded the female shopkeeper and said, "The owner, is the prefect carrying his daughter's bag on his shoulders and the coat of the lady on his arm?" ”

"Seems to be."

After these people finished speaking, they looked at each other, feeling in a trance of disbelief: "......"

Jewelry shop.

In front of Song Fusheng stood a proprietor and a shopkeeper, holding jewelry boxes in their arms, and there were many stacks on the table.

Song Fusheng sat on a chair and observed the expressions of his daughter and daughter-in-law while drinking tea.

As long as the mother and daughter looked slightly different.

He nodded at the owner and asked him to wrap it.

The owner was worried and didn't want money, but the prefect smiled at him, left a thousand taels of silver tickets, and took his wife, daughter and children away.

Today, for Song Fuling, the most exciting thing is not that her father took her to the night club to listen to the play.

Instead, her father handed her a silver ticket of five hundred taels and said that she should not tell her mother first.

"What are you doing?"

"The singer will thank you for a while, and you will say, you will pay for the whole audience."

"Huh?" Song Fuling thinks it's not good, don't mention the money first, no, if you want to raise the money, it's five hundred taels.

Besides, Dad, I am your daughter and the daughter of the prefect, and the influence is not good.

Song Zhifu put his hand on the railing on the second floor, and raised his head slightly at his daughter.

Isn't it just five hundred taels, when there isn't.

Dad is here to see who dares to say that the impact is not good.

"But this money, this money?" Song Fuling drove the ducks to the shelves, and it was no longer money-worthy, because all the singing horns on the stage below came out, and she knelt down in the direction of the second floor to thank her, she had to go up if she didn't get it.

Song Lingling found that the tables below were also looking at her.

She stood up and raised her hand slightly, and the little two from upstairs to downstairs immediately kept talking:

At all the tables in the audience, Miss Song was treated.

The young masters of the following provinces, Yan Xianhan, who is difficult to come out to socialize once, is also there, and they are all there: "......"

I didn't see Miss Song too clearly, but I saw the Song prefect under the lamp on the second floor, and he was looking at his daughter with a smile on his face, as if he was complimenting, and he picked up his wine glass and signaled to his daughter.

Song Fuling breathed a sigh of relief, and when she was relieved, she turned her head and smiled at her father.

Qian Peiying choked on drinking, and Mi Shou was patting her aunt on the back, "Auntie, why are you stuck eating?" See if you can spit it out. ”

It was late that day, and these people went home in the wild, and Grandpa had already slept for the second time.

Jinbao asked Mi Shou while burning his feet, "What are you doing?" ”

I went out and swelled.

Mi Shou said: "Don't mention it, it's old and exciting." ”

After too many years of hard and simple days, for the first time.

And Qian Peiying specified that Song Fusheng should be counted.

When she bought jewelry, she didn't squeak, because it was a genuine purchase, and it was not a pity to spend as much as she wanted.

But what is this? Five hundred taels, that's it.

"Look at my mother, people buy horses, you look at you again. Can't pretend, Old Song, what's wrong with you? ”

No matter how Qian Peiying counted, Song Fusheng was kind and good-natured, and served his daughter-in-law water for washing her feet, after all, this belonged to stealing, stealing the silver ticket taken out of the space, and did not discuss it with her daughter-in-law.

After the daughter-in-law who could turn her head to serve fell asleep, Song Fusheng put his hands behind his head, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

He didn't.

He just hopes that there are many things that Poria hasn't tried, and they are all led by his father.

It's not always said that I've never squandered money and waved a handful.

He is not short of money, what he is short of is whether his daughter can give him this opportunity to spend money, I am afraid that if he has a husband in the future, he will not need him as a father.