"You kid, what does E-Niang want your money for?" Fucha looked at this small purse, which he embroidered for his daughter before he got married, so he stretched out his hand to follow, but after listening to Ji Wanrong's words, he immediately returned it.

Fucha's attitude was expected by Ji Wanrong.

She pressed Fucha's hand, and then said in a low voice, "Eniang, the family is poor, and the younger brother is still growing up, these ten taels of silver buy him some good things to eat, I don't have to worry about eating and drinking in Baylor Mansion, and it's useless to ask for silver." ”

Ji Wanrong knew that her mother's family was poor, but she didn't know that life had become like this.

However, Ama and his brothers are very upright, and they don't care about filial piety and benefits at all.

Such a clear stream is not welcomed in the imperial court, so the official position has not been promoted for many years, and the silver has not risen.

After all, as the saying goes, "Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver." ”

No matter how bad it is, there is no need for a family to live a hard life.

But these people in their own family are afraid that they have some hatred with silver!

"How can it be useless, in such a back house, you can't dot up and down? They are all masters of the dishes. Fucha knew what Ji Wanrong meant, and said bitterly, "We are a little poor, but we are not hungry, besides, your Ama brothers have a fortune, what are you afraid of?" ”

"Eniang, just relying on the money given by the imperial court, my brothers are afraid that it is hopeless to marry a wife." Ji Wanrong saw that the Fucha clan was so persistent, and took a dose of fierce medicine, even if the Fucha clan was poor, but she had to think about her two sons.

Fucha was stunned, she looked at Ji Wanrong and her eyes were filled with tears, this was the pimple in Fucha's heart.

The two sons are in their twenties, and they are obviously talents, but they have never been able to get along.

Those with good conditions can't look down on their own homes, and those with poor conditions can't look down on their own homes, so they have been dragging it out.

"These ten taels of silver won't help much, you can keep it yourself." Fucha wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and then choked up and said, "As long as you do well, your brothers will naturally have their marriage." ”

Ji Wanrong saw that the Fucha clan was so persistent, and she didn't bother to dwell on it anymore, so she asked Chunjiao to put away the silver.

But this matter, she took it to heart.

Ling Mansion's life is like this, he can't ignore it, but how to manage it, he has to think about it.

Before the two of them could say a few words, the fourteen-year-old Shentai came home from school, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he shouted, "Third sister, third sister~"

With such a shout, Ji Wanrong only reacted after a while, this is shouting herself.

"Your little brother is back." When Fucha talked about his youngest son, the smile on his face became a little thicker.

Ji Wanrong stood up and walked towards the outside of the house, and as soon as she reached the door, she was pounced on by a black shadow in the distance, stumbling on her feet, and almost falling.

"Third sister, I miss you." Shentai's arms tightly imprisoned Ji Wanrong's waist, and the whole person was buried in front of her, so she said coquettishly.

Ji Wanrong looked down at the little bald scoop in her arms, smiled, and said lovingly, "Good." ”

"Shentai is about to let go of your sister, what a big person." The Fucha clan also stepped forward and said happily, "Even if the sister you have been thinking about is back, you can't be so excited and restrained." ”