With Mrs. Hu leading the way, Song Yao's position is naturally at the front, which inevitably makes many people dissatisfied.

According to Song Yao's temperament, she would rather sit back than be poked out of the hole with her eyes.

It's just that Song Yuanbao has a small expression of enjoying being noticed, and Song Yao can only give up his purity to accompany him.

Although Song Yao's position is at the front, it is not the first table.

Those who can sit with the main family are either elders in the family who have a higher status than the master, or some people with high status.

The relationship between Song Yao and Helian Sheng has not been put on the surface, so she is only Mrs. Song now, a businessman who wants to see the details.

Of course, Song Yao's reputation as a talented woman did not spread to Hongyuan County, otherwise Song Yao's identity as a 'everyone' in literature would be to sit in the position of the master.

The degree of respect for writers in the world is not something that Song Yao can understand.

Unlike other people who talk to each other and pull relationships, Song Yao seems to just bring her son to the banquet, and during the banquet, she only cares about taking care of Song Yuanbao and completely ignores others.

And all the ladies at this table are officials, and they can't see Song Yao doing this.

Sitting in such a high position with the child is clearly slapping the face of the lady in the main room, these are all things that the next person should do.

"Mrs. Song is in her own house, is she also taking care of the children by herself?" A brightly dressed lady asked with a look of disdain in her eyes.

"Not really, there are too many things to deal with, and there is less time to spend with the children." Song Yao replied politely, not paying attention to the other party's demeanor.

"Mrs. Zhang doesn't know, this Mrs. Song is very capable! I heard that I used to wash dishes for others, saved money to open a noodle restaurant, and after being burned down, I actually opened a big restaurant, and now I have a lot of silver. Even when the daughter of Hu Zhixian's family got married, the dosage she gave was richer than the dowry. A younger lady chuckled.

This seems to be a compliment to Song Yao, but every sentence is saying that Song Yao did not rely on real skills to get to where he is today.

The corners of Song Yao's mouth, who was feeding Song Yuanbao, hooked slightly, and said softly: "Son, the food you like to eat can't be wasted." Heaven only makes people grow one mouth, just to keep people closed when they eat and not to spew full of mouths. ”

"My mother is right, it stinks." Song Yuanbao slapped his little hand twice, and said with a disgusted expression.

Even if the lady at the table didn't understand what Xiang meant, with Song Yuanbao's explanation, she could guess it, and her face was not very good-looking.

There are more people with hearts, covering their mouths and retching.

The red sleeves and the lovely people standing in the back glanced at each other, and they both saw a smile in each other's eyes, and asked the Hu family on the side, and noted who was the person who was making trouble for Song Yao.

"There are really no rules, can you say such things at the dinner table?" The young lady said angrily: "The people sitting here are all official wives, and you dare to hold a businesswoman big, I really don't know what to say." ”

Handing the rice bowl to Song Yuanbao and asking him to eat more, Song Yao wiped his fingers clean, and then looked around at the ladies on the table.

"Rules?" Song Yao chuckled, "Rules are dead, people are alive." Whoever has the right is the rule, and the rule can be made. Haven't you heard of this lady, woe comes from the mouth? ”

"You dare to threaten Mrs. Ben?" The young lady slapped the table.

"What kind of character are you? Worth my threat? Song Yao glanced at the other party and said in a slow voice: "The ladies in the audience just now came to the banquet to make friends with Master Hu, in order to improve the way of the mountains, and to give their official master a chance to be promoted, right?" ”

Looking at all the ladies and seeing that they all acquiesced, Song Yao continued: "It's unfortunate that this improvement of the wasteland is the first thing I, a businesswoman, did, and whether or not to promote it depends on my mood." ”

The faces of the ladies changed slightly, they had been living in the back house for a long time, and they didn't care about these things at all, so they didn't know who Song Yao was.

But if you don't do a good job, you will be left out in the cold when you go back, and even if you are a wife, you will not have a good time.

"Do you know why you're sitting at this table?" Song Yao filled a bowl of soup, stirred the spoon gently, and said with a light smile: "Because of your good fate, you can have the opportunity to marry the official master." But your husband's life is not very good. As the saying goes, marry a virtuous wife, this virtuous helper can hold up half the sky, but the virtuous wife is a stumbling block in her husband's life, which is really sad! ”

The young lady looked towards the main table in a panic, but instead of looking at the hostess, Mrs. Hu, but at the lady who had an argument with Song Yao's mother and son at the door before.

Song Yao paid attention to the young lady's demeanor and shook her head boringly.

This kind of woman who goes out without brains only deserves to be used as a gunman.

"But people, after returning home, I will explain to him, and let people fence off the mountains we bought, and no one will be allowed to approach in the future except for the subordinates who signed the death deed." Song Yao explained in a slightly cold voice.

"Yes, ma'am." But people responded.

"Why did Mrs. Song bother with a little thing. Isn't it rumored by the outside world that Mrs. Song is willing to sacrifice a way to improve the barrenness of the mountains in order to let the poor people have food and clothing? Could it be a rumor? The lady who had argued at the door was surnamed Zheng, and asked.

Song Yao never got up, but she could see Mrs. Zheng's expression in the afterglow, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer.

"Sage cloud, only women and villains are difficult to raise. I, Song Yao, am just an ordinary woman, and when I am happy, my compassion is overflowing, and I want to be a virgin. It's a pity that I'm just a mortal in the flesh, with seven emotions and six desires. Song Yao said lightly: "Now I'm in a bad mood and don't want to be cheap, what can you do to me, madam?" ”

"Doesn't Mrs. Song care about reputation?" Mrs. Zheng asked.

"How many pounds and taels does fame weigh? How much does it cost? If you do good deeds, but you have to be kidnapped by morality, you don't want such a reputation, I, Song Yao, would rather do what I want and have a good time. ”

Song Yao said fearlessly: "This world is so unfair, someone can wear gold and silver without doing anything, and give a few pennies to the beggar on the side of the road is a good person." ”

"But some people work hard but have to be hungry, thinking of the suffering of the past and not bearing the suffering of the people at the bottom, but accidentally become a stepping stone for others, and they have to trample a few shoe prints before they stop!"

After a pause, Song Yao sneered: "I'm sorry, I, Song Yao, can't be a selfless person, I am born with a petty family, and I love to hold grudges." ”

Mrs. Zheng didn't expect Song Yao to say this to her face, and it was difficult to answer for a while.

Although Mrs. Zheng's maternal family has some power and can marry her husband, if she messes things up today because of her own selfishness, she will only push her husband down into the concubine's house.

"Mrs. Song misunderstood, everyone has no malicious intentions, but the living environment is different, it is inevitable that she is not used to it, why did Mrs. Song change her mind because of this little friction, so that so many poor people's hopes were disappointed?" Madame Zheng said in as gentle a tone as she could.

"Mrs. Zheng is not me, how do you know that what is a trivial matter in your eyes is not a top priority in my heart?" Gently wiping the corners of Song Yuanbao's mouth, Song Yao chuckled: "In your eyes, interests and status are higher than everything, and children are also a means to compete for favor with concubines. But in my Song Yao's heart, my son is my life, and I will never allow anyone to humiliate me in front of my son, so that he can't raise his head and be a man. ”

"Mrs. Song is so untrustworthy to the public, is it the way to educate Ling Lang?" Mrs. Zheng changed her way and persuaded.

"A man should not bend, but he also needs to know how to be flexible. I'd rather my son learn how to survive than die with his neck in his hands. I don't want him to be bound by the morality and morality he has done, and he has completely lost his bottom line. ”

Song Yao put down the Jinpa, looked up at Mrs. Zheng, and only after seeing that Mrs. Zheng's scalp was a little numb, her eyes swept over the others.

"All the ladies here, you are all educated ladies from beautiful backgrounds, and you know more than I, Song Yao, know the truth. But ask yourself, do you repeatedly make yourself miserable for the sake of others? Most of you are also mothers, dare to ask if you will let your children rather wronged themselves than fulfill others? ”

Song Yao asked loudly, but no one answered.

"Do unto others what you don't want to do to yourself, since everyone can't do it, what right do you have to ask me Song Yao to do it?" Song Yao spoke again, her tone full of disdain.

His eyes swept over everyone again, but no one dared to look at Song Yao.

Holding Song Yuanbao's hand and coming to Mrs. Hu, Song Yao bowed and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry." ”

"You're not wrong." Mrs. Hu chuckled, took Song Yao's hand and patted it gently, and said in an extremely serious tone: "If you don't want to, even your uncle will be on your side, and he will never make it difficult for you." ”

"Thank you, Auntie." Song Yao smiled back, put her arm around her son's shoulders and said, "Invite my uncle and aunt to the banquet another day, and Song Yao will confess again, and I will leave today." ”

"I'll send you." Madame Hu stood up.

"Aunt doesn't have to send each other, the road to the back house of this mansion is almost as familiar as my own home, and I can have someone to guide the way." Song Yao refused with a smile.

"Well, let's meet again another day." Madame Hu nodded and sat back on the throne.

Before Song Yao left, she deliberately glanced at Mrs. Zheng, and the corners of her mouth hooked up an intriguing smile.

It was obviously the first time they met, but Mrs. Zheng's attitude towards Song Yao seemed to have hatred for a long time, but it was worth investigating.

After Song Yao's mother and son left, Mrs. Zheng picked up the teacup and asked with half-lowered eyes: "Mrs. Hu is also from a scholarly family, how can she be so close to a merchant girl." ”

"Since I got married, I have been in contact with more people, but I have never met a woman like Song Niangzi who knows how to be grateful and dares to live her own life." Mrs. Hu looked in the direction Song Yao left and sighed: "If it weren't for the age here, I would really want to be like her and be the person I want to be." ”

Mrs. Zheng frowned and didn't ask anything more, but she also understood that Mrs. Hu's heart for Song Yao was not something that they could compare with their wives.

Different from Mrs. Zheng's calmness, the faces of the ladies who were at the same table with Song Yao just now were not very good-looking, they were really afraid that Song Yao would do what she said and not reveal the method of land improvement.

Especially Mrs. Hu's attitude is very clear, the Hu family supports Song Yao.

Song Yao wasn't really angry, she just didn't want to eat a cold banquet and didn't want to get along with those so-called ladies anymore.

"Son, you have to study hard in the future. Even if you don't want to be an official, you have to be a promising person, so that your mother and I have the opportunity to be an old lady, so that those self-righteous women can only salute and greet me when they see me. On the carriage, Song Yao educated his son.

"Well, then I'll be a big Confucian." Song Yuanbao nodded, and said with a stinky face: "Just like the white-bearded grandfather, no one dares to care what he wants to do, like an old naughty boy, he is also said to be a master in the world, and he has to hold it with respect, and students are all over the world." ”

Thinking of Mr. Rong Chuan, Song Yao laughed out loud, patted Song Yuanbao's shoulder and said: "If my son has ambition, he should have the ability of Mr. Rong, and then the shackles of the world will not be good for you, and you will truly live your own life." ”