"Little girl, don't you want to go out?" Rong Bei couldn't watch the bad situation go on, he wanted to stop Rong Sheng from ruining the Rong family.

The decadent mood of the shopkeeper Tao became happy, "Do you have a way?"

"Yes, wait for the person who delivered the food tomorrow to come in. Rong Bei looked up at the top of the stone room, fantasizing about what kind of scene it would be to go out to see Rong Sheng, whether Rong Sheng recognized him, a father who was not responsible, would he listen to his advice and give up his obsession with revenge? The uneasiness and restraint that lingered in the depths of his heart made him very unsure.

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Rong House

After a few days of recuperation, the Qingdao elder was completely cured of his illness, but his spiritual qi went down. He leaned against the window of the small room in the south courtyard, and the autumn breeze blew through his sideburns, bringing coldness. He tucked his coat away, looked down at the post in his hand, and fell into melancholy.

The young lady of Murong Mansion was happy to have a dragon and phoenix fetus, and invited Qingyi to eat and drink. Qingyi's whereabouts are not clear yet, let's not mention it first, his pale and sick face is not suitable to go, maybe the people in Murong Mansion will not be happy when they see it. The other elders had little contact with the Murong family, had shallow feelings, and their identities were insufficient.

At this time, Rong Sheng walked in with an ordinary porcelain jar.

Elder Qingdao glanced at the jar, his brows furrowed, put down the post, and whined like a child, "Drink medicine again, isn't my illness cured?"

"It's not medicine, it's pigeon soup. I'm stewing for the first time, do you taste it?" Rong Sheng smiled softly, lifted the lid, and a faint aroma of meat overflowed from the jar.

Elder Qingdao raised his eyes and glanced inside, there was no greasy feeling made by the cook, he reached out and scooped a spoonful of soup and licked the tip of the spoon, it was delicious, moist and refreshing, and unexpectedly delicious, he couldn't help but glance at Rong Sheng more, and praised: "You will too?"

bluntly approving, Rong Sheng blushed with shame, "Reluctantly, if you like to drink quickly, the third uncle is guarding by the stove, I don't know if there is any left for you?"

"That kid is notoriously gluttonous, and such a delicious soup has already seen the bottom. Elder Qingdao said as he picked up the jar and feasted on it.

Rong Sheng doted on him, "Slow down, if I can't drink enough, I'll stew something else for you tomorrow?"

"What else will you do?" Elder Qingdao ate the meat for a moment, the broken pieces of meat rolled back into the jar, and two drops of soup stains splashed on his thin white beard, the funny appearance, with his serious expression, it was really cute.

Rong Sheng laughed sullenly, took out the handkerchief and carefully dried the long beard of the Qingdao elder, and said playfully, "Of course, yam chicken soup, corn ribs, beef bones and stuffy winter melon are not a problem, and you will drink them for a month without heavy ones." ”

Elder Qingdao smiled, "Then I have a good mouth this month." ”

"It's not this month, it's the future, when do you want to drink any soup, let me know, and I'll stew it for you right away. Rong Sheng saw the red post not far away, and guessed that when he came in, the Qingdao elder should have something on his mind with a sad face, which would take advantage of his better mood to mention business.

"A few days ago, I finished sorting out the account books of previous years, and found a lot of problems, the numbers are not right, the accounts are unknown, and I marked out the position that did not match, erasing the odds, seven thousand six hundred and forty-five taels of silver, which is probably more than eight years of Daddy's fortune. Rong Jiangchen is dead, and the mess left behind can't be ignored. The money he didn't know was open to gamble, and the Jiang family only returned 1,800 taels, I put it in the treasury, and when I went back and waited for the third uncle to finish the transaction, at the end of this month, I would be able to see the receipt, and I would send the housekeeper Mao to send the account book to you later. ”

Elder Qingdao listened to her methodical report, nodded with satisfaction, and put down the jar that bottomed out, "No, I can trust your character." ”

Rong Sheng insisted on refusing, "Elder, trust is one thing, I still have to abide by the rules, aren't you afraid that Sister Qingyi knows that I am temporarily in charge of the family and the surplus of the shop, and she has a lot of criticism for you and the other elders? After that, at the end of each month, I will check the account book and send it to the Southern Courtyard, and you can check it and sign it. ”

"You little stubbornness, how can you act like your old-fashioned father, you don't know how to be flexible. "Elder Qingdao doesn't know whether to be happy or worried. Her father Rongbei, the official to the second grade less than a year to return to the hometown, said that it is good to listen to the disarmament and return to the field, said that it is not good to listen to the court can not go down, there is no war to fight in the peaceful and prosperous times, Rong Bei can't learn the routine of officialdom, you come and go, many people are offended, and the emperor sent back to Jinling City.

Rong Sheng didn't think that this was stubborn, there were no rules, there was no circle, and there was no law, how could the world be governed? Without restraint, everything would be chaotic? Nu slipped out a retort: "Elder, do you want to be lazy if you don't want to check the accounts?"

Elder Qingdao had a myocardial infarction, "I'm lazy? Little stubborn, this master has not been in charge for a few days, dare to talk about mine, ah?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. Rong Sheng's serious face instantly changed, and he bowed to him with both hands in fists, "Routine, you forgive me......"

Elder Qingdao pondered: Rong Sheng is very intelligent, knowledgeable, and adaptable, she is now the head of the Rong Mansion, why not let her go to Murong Mansion to do the same?, and because of Xi Xiyin and Qing Shui Jing's entanglement with Rong Bei, Rong Sheng's identity is sensitive, and he can't open this mouth......

Rong Sheng's mind was exquisite, and she had already seen that the Qingdao elder wanted to speak and stopped having something to say, she accepted the porcelain jar and pretended to leave, "Third Uncle has entered a batch of new goods, and he wants to take me with long eyes, so I will retire first?"

"Oh, good. ”

The simple answer made Rong Sheng unremarkable, and she wondered, why didn't the Qingdao elder follow common sense? Hey, who called her a junior, if this elder was embarrassed, she could only take the initiative to ask, she deliberately stopped and glanced at the desk. "Hey, Red Post, there's a happy event in the city, I'm happy, Elder, don't you mind?"

Without waiting for the elder to reply, she had a sneak peek, and when she learned that her cousin-in-law gave birth to two dolls to feast on her, she was ecstatic, the happiest person was her uncle, he urged his cousin Murong Jin to go on a blind date, and after the blind date, he urged him to get married, and within a few months of marriage, he urged the continuation of the incense.

"Great joy, Elder, why are you still melancholy?" Rong Sheng closed the post and returned to his original place.

"It's a happy event, but I can't go. Elder Qingdao pointed to his pale old face, "The complexion is poor, in case the source of the disease is too good for the two newborn little milk babies." ”

Rong Sheng understood Elder Qingdao's concerns, and agreed to his request, "I'll go for you." ”

The empathetic Rong Sheng provoked the pity of the Qingdao elders, and he changed his mind, not wanting Rong Sheng to deal with the embarrassing scene, "You are not suitable, don't go." ”

"I am the head of the Rong Mansion, Sister Qingyi is not here, I am more suitable than the third uncle and other elders. Rong Sheng looked at him firmly, "In addition, I want to persuade the elders of the Murong Mansion to put aside their prejudice against their mothers and turn their hostilities into jade silks. ”