"Which elder? The elders of my family are lying in the coffin, can they climb out and testify to you like me? Ye Qing was furious: "Mother's uncle, such a thing as divorce, if you go to the town and invite my son's uncle over, it can be regarded as a gift from your Song family!" ”

"The Wen family still has a long house, and we all know that the Wen family's sister's grandfather is still alive." The relationship between the two rooms of the Wen family has always been a topic of conversation in the village.

"Bun's room?" Ye Qingyi sneered and glanced back at the long room standing in the crowd watching the excitement: "They are also elders?" Bah! Later, I will naturally ask the official master to call the shots and send the group of poisonous and harmful things in the long room to the prison. ”

Ye Qing looked Song Xiucai up and down, and said with a sneer: "Song Xiucai is so articulate that he pushed all the responsibilities out." Then I have a few words, ask you. ”

Song Xiucai has been praised by people since he was a child, and he has always been pretentious with his eyes above the top. was even more disdainful of Ye Qingyi in front of him, and secretly said in his heart If Wen Yanshu is present, maybe I still have the possibility of losing, and you can also distinguish words with me?

Ye Qingyi sneered and looked Song Xiucai up and down, saw the clothes on his body, and then looked at the clothes on Song's mother. knew in her heart that she decided to step on a few hard feet at this time, so that Qianmo would know that it was not her problem to be dismissed.

"Song Xiucai is handsome and talented, and he is indeed a rare candidate for a noble son-in-law." As soon as Ye Qing opened his mouth, he praised it, but Song Xiucai was stunned. In his heart, he thought that Ye Qingyi was regressing and advancing, and the purpose was just to please himself and wanted to continue to cling to this family business.

"You wear better clothes than my son. I don't know how much cloth your mother usually spins and how many clothes she washes to earn it. Ye Qingyi pointed to Song Xiucai's clothes, and then asked: "This is just a regular dress to wear at home, how much silver does it cost to enter the school for clothes?" ”

"My Wen family's life is quite passable, but even so, I don't dare to dress my son in such good clothes." Ye Qingyi first detained Song Xiucai from a luxury pot, you must know that the conditions in his house are not good.

"I'm willing to dress my son, I'm just such a son, he is a scholar and wears good clothes, what's in the way of you?" Song Mu was furious, and jumped up with her hands on the ground.

"If you want to, of course I don't have the right to your family's affairs. It's just that the girl ....." Ye Qing turned around and said to Qianmo: "Our family has always not spent money casually, and we have to make new clothes for our elders first when we change seasons." The elders must wear better clothes than the juniors, and even if the mother is a little loser, she also spends some silver on food. The food I bought was also eaten by the whole family, and there was absolutely no reason to eat alone. ”

Qianmo nodded: Her mother is indeed like this, her temper is a little bad, but she will never treat her family badly.

"Look at Song Xiucai's clothes, and see what his mother is wearing. is such an unfilial son, can it be regarded as a good match for you? If you are unfilial to your parents and fall into the trap for your fiancée, how dare your mother let you marry with such a character? Ye Qing's words had already been spoken, and Song Xiucai gasped.

took a few steps forward and said, "Aunt Wen, I respect you as an elder and a good student to talk to you." Why do you want to ruin my reputation? The notoriety of the son of unfilial piety, Song never dared to accept it. ”

Mother Song was even more annoyed and angry, and rushed forward to fight with Ye Qingyi: "You are talking nonsense, you are spreading rumors, my son is very filial to me, where is not filial?" ”

Regardless of the dynasty or generation, it is a felony for a child to be unfilial to his parents. Song Xiucai got this notoriety, and his future was over.

It's just that facts speak louder than words, and everyone has seen the clothes on the mother and son. Song Xiucai was dressed in silk cloth, and there was a small piece of green jade pendant hanging from his waist. And Song's mother was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with patches on her pants, and a pair of rough calloused hands to protect her son behind her. The mother and son stand together, where they look like their mothers and mothers, but like the rich young master and his rough mother-in-law.

That's right, it's a rough mother-in-law, not a wet nurse. After all, the wet nurse of a rich family will not walk around the streets in patches and patches, after all, she is also a person who serves the young master.

"Song Xiucai, it's not right for you to do this. Your mother has worked day and night for you to study. Usually I don't see you working in the fields, so why spend a lot of money on dressing up. ”

"The brother of the Wen family is not as well dressed as you, but the second room of the Wen family is a well-known rich family in the village."

"Brother Wen's mind is on reading, so he is Xie Yuan, this Song Xiucai is still a year earlier than Brother Wen's enlightenment, and he can't pass the Wen family's brother."

Song Xiucai's face was red and blue for a while, and he couldn't wait to take off his clothes on the spot.

"You, you!" The people in the village began to discuss, where could Mother Song endure it. She rushed in front of Ye Qingyi and raised her hand to hit someone.

But Ye Qingyi's sturdy physique is not in vain, and there are not many people who can eat meat every once in a while in barren ancient times. Ye Qing grabbed Song's mother's hand one by one, and with a slight force, Song's mother screamed in pain.

"Look, look!" Ye Qingyi shouted at Song Xiucai: "You eat with red lips and white teeth, and your complexion is ruddy, but your mother has been eating bran for you for more than ten years, and her body is so thin." ”

Ye Qingyi grabbed Song's mother by the arm and shook her whole person back and forth like a little chick. Mother Song couldn't resist Ye Qingyi's strength at all, and was easily dragged around by her wrist.

Mother Song is like a pendant on Ye Qing's body, like a hard-working farmer, like a sick seedling.

"In order to support a son, I worked in the fields during the day and stayed up late at night to weave. Are you willing to give your mother a bite of the meat you bought? "Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, you don't need to know Ye Qingyi to know that the delicious food at home must be reserved for Song Xiucai.

Sure enough, Song Xiucai showed a look of shame on his face, and listened to Ye Qingyi's fierce reprimand: "I came to you today, not to get a good marriage for my daughter Qianmo." It was because I didn't like your Song family's family style and your Song Xiucai's character, so I deliberately withdrew from the marriage. ”

Song Xiucai was stunned and was hit again. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingyi did not come to ask for reunion, but to withdraw from the marriage.

He! A dignified showman, but he was divorced by an orphan girl?

"Nonsense!" Mother Song struggled hard, her arms were clamped, and her upper and lower little short legs kept kicking. tried to kick Ye Qing one by one, but unfortunately he couldn't kick it no matter how he raised his foot.

"We quit you last night, because our family doesn't want you. A scourge dares to dislike my son, phew, little woman. The little disaster star who killed a thousand knives, both of them are sluts......" Song's mother began to curse.

"Enough! The daughter-in-law of the Wen family, don't go too far. A male voice shouted and walked over.

The person who came was an old man with his hands behind his back and a black face: "Song Xiucai is the hope of our village and your son's classmate." If you want justice, why should you ruin people's reputations? ”

Ye Qingyi looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't tell who it was for a while. Mother Song wailed: "Village chief, come and make decisions for our mothers!" ”

"What is unfilial, obsessed with dressing up, and low character. Is this what you should say as an elder? ”

The village chief scolded Ye Qingyi angrily: "Don't let go yet!" ”