Jiang Chengyuan struggled in his heart.
He didn't have much savings, so he spent almost all of his money on Jiang Chenghuan. The hundred taels of gold and the land deed were a private house given to him by his grandfather when he was still alive.
Take it all out, what should you give Jiang Sheng?
Is it possible to really give him a knife?
Seeing his embarrassment, Mrs. Jiangliao changed her tone and said, "After all, they are all given as greeting gifts. What difference does it make if you give them to me? Don't worry, I will add more later and say they were given by us, mother and son."
After talking to this point, Jiang Chengyuan could only set out to get the gold and the land deed.
Satisfied, Jiang Liao took Jiang Chenghuan and left Derenyuan.
If she turned around, she could see Jiang Sheng and the little maid covering her mouth.
Unfortunately, she didn't reply. She only held Jiang Chenghuan's hand and discussed something in a low voice.
When the gate of Deren Academy returned to silence, Jiang Sheng finally let go of the little maid's mouth and shook her stiff hand.
No wonder I didn't see my grandmother and Tan Yue when I woke up. It turned out that they were venting her anger.
In fact, it's not necessary. Jiang Sheng feels that she doesn't care about anything in the Jiang family. She has always been content, having five brothers is enough.
"Girl." The little maid, whose mouth was numb, asked tremblingly, "Shall we go in?"
Jiang Sheng thought for a moment, but did not break in immediately. Instead, he waited for tea time before going in sleepily.
Mrs. Jiang was telling Tan Yue when she saw her eyes light up, "I just wanted to see you, but here I am."
The others stopped at the same time and turned their heads to look over.
Jiang Jizong, the second wife, Jiang Chengfeng, Jiang Chengyu.
When she found that no one was in the main room, Mrs. Jiang's eyebrows became stern again.
The chubby little girl leaned over and smiled again, "Come on, come on, let me introduce you. This is your second uncle and second aunt. This is your cousin. How old are Xiaoyu and you?" Quite, just less than a month away.”
This was a scene Jiang Sheng had never seen before.
Being introduced by relatives and meeting other people who are related by blood.
Fortunately, Yao Siqing taught her to be polite, keep smiling, and open her mouth to call people.
Stopping in front of Jiang Jizong, she called out obediently, "I've met my second uncle."
Received five hundred taels of silver notes.
This time Jiang Jizong didn't try to reach out again, he just looked at her quietly with a complicated look in his eyes.
Stopping in front of the second lady, she whispered, "I've met the second aunt."
I received a pair of heavy gold bracelets.
Stopping in front of Jiang Chengfeng, she pursed her lips and said, "Hello, brother."
I received a thin gold hairpin.
"Second brother, why are you so embarrassed?" Jiang Chengyu shouted from the side, "A mother-in-law can chop off ten of your hairpins with one bracelet. She's too picky."
Jiang Jizong and the second lady looked over at the same time with murderous intent.
Jiang Chengfeng quickly raised his hands and begged for mercy, "No, no, this hairpin has a mechanism. It can protect itself when necessary."
He demonstrated, and with a slight press, the hairpin shot out hair-like silver needles, with a range of about five steps. In terms of current technology, it was definitely a top-notch product.
Mrs. Jiang smiled and nodded, and the couple finally withdrew their swords.
Jiang Chengyu, on the other hand, was a little sour, "Not even me."
But when Jiang Sheng came over, she generously took out a Jin Yingluo, "Although it has no mechanism and is not as heavy as Grandma's bracelet, it is very suitable for matching clothes."
After saying that, he took off the buckle and asked Jiang Sheng to wear it on the spot.
The necklace is made of pure gold, with rows of tassels hanging down from the bottom. It looks particularly beautiful and rich when hung around the neck. The only troublesome thing is the buckle, which needs to be fastened carefully and patiently.
The little maid knew that the fourth lady in the west courtyard had a bad temper, so she cleverly stepped forward to help, but was pulled back by Tan Yue.
Whether it was the married couple or Mrs. Jiang, everyone smiled and watched the two girls of the same age getting together and working hard to fasten the buttons.
One is chubby and half a head shorter, while the other is tall and slightly stout.
The second lady couldn't help but mutter, "Other girls are all slender and weak, but our girl is thick and strong. I thought there was something wrong, but it turns out there is another one who is just as stocky."
Mr. Jiang was drinking tea. He couldn't swallow it in one breath and almost spit it out.
Compared with Jiang Sheng, Jiang Chengyu is not actually fat, but at this time when she is so slender, with the support of delicate beauties such as Yao Siqing and Jiang Chenghuan, she has changed from being healthy and well-proportioned to being strong and strong.
Everyone always praised Jiang Chenghuan, but inevitably compared him with Jiang Chengyu. Gradually, the contradiction between the two became more and more serious, and they disliked each other. While they were jealous, they inevitably caused some minor stumbling blocks.
My daughter knows it herself.
Jiang Chengyu welcomed Jiang Sheng so much, probably because - finally there was someone fatter than him.
Jiang Jizong, "..."
After a lot of efforts, the Yingluo was finally hung up. Jiang Sheng's already round face looked rich and cute, and she gradually looked like a young lady from an aristocratic family.
Jiang Chengyu was very satisfied with his work and laughed twice, "I heard that my sister has a very good appetite. I have some high-quality children's cakes. I will send you some later."
Jiang Sheng blinked and just nodded in agreement when there was movement outside Deren Academy.
The voice seemed to be that of a maid, "The girl is already here, hurry up, hurry up."
Jiang Chengyuan rushed in at the lead, his face turned red when he saw Jiang Sheng, and he scratched the back of his head shyly, full of words that he didn't know how to pour out.
Behind him was Jiang Liao, who seemed to be holding something in his hand, and Shi Shiran came in.
Mrs. Jiang's expression softened slightly.
"Jiang Sheng." She waved to her granddaughter, "This is your biological brother and your mother."
If there is a layer of separation between cousins, then the brother from the same mother should be the closest thing to him.
Jiang Sheng held the golden hairpin with his place of origin in his hand and walked over slowly, "I've met my brother."
This was a common name in Jiang Chengfeng's ears, but it made Jiang Chengyuan's heart sink to the bottom of his heart.
She doesn't want to call her brother.
She sweetly calls others brother.
Jiang Chengyuan's heart felt bitter and astringent, but he also knew that it was no one's fault. It was all his fault. It was all his fault for not trying hard to find his sister. It was all his fault for neglecting his sister several times. It was all him...
The young man fell into sorrow and self-blame and forgot to bring out the gift for a while.
He couldn't come up with anything.
With a calm face, Jiang Sheng walked up to Mrs. Jiang Liao, lowered her head and said, "I've met Mrs. Jiang."
One word stirred up a thousand waves.
The four people in the second room all had solemn expressions. Mrs. Jiang also slowly sat up straight. Jiang Chengyuan even forgot to blame himself and looked over blankly.
She called her second uncle, second aunt, and brother, but she didn't want to call her mother.
Mrs. Jiang Liao was also a little shocked, and when she reacted, she started to sneer, "Well done, Mrs. Jiang, you really can't get close to her if you don't keep her by your side. It's just me being sentimental."
Jiang Chengyuan was worried at the side, "Jiang Sheng, you have to call me mother, this is our mother."
"Yes, girl, Madam is your serious aunt, who gave birth to you in ten months of pregnancy." The maid in purple clothes also had a reproachful tone.
