Ji Zhihai looked at Mrs. Song and then at Ji Qingyao who was kneeling on the ground. He didn't know what to do for a moment. When Li Zheng saw Ji Zhihai like this, he really hated the iron.
The man who looked impatient before now saw a hint of playfulness in Ji Qingyao's eyes. He was indeed an interesting person, and it would be good to stay by his side as a concubine in the future.
Mrs. Song saw that the village chief and Li Zheng turned pale, and stepped forward to say hello to them.
No matter what happens today, she will not take this bitch back, since she already has the money in her hands. Besides, Ji Zhihai is just a paper tiger, clearly in charge of an entire village, and acting worse than a woman.
"Song, what's going on?" The person who spoke was Li Zheng.
Song Lizheng knew the Song family. Although they were not from the same clan, they were the queen of the imperial family. They would naturally remember her after seeing her twice.
When Mrs. Song heard Li Zheng's calm and authoritative voice, she trembled all over, her heart skipped a beat, and she repeated the same words she had just said to everyone.
Song Lizheng looked very complicated after hearing this. He knew the situation of Ji Xiuwen's family. Although he had five children, he also had ten acres of fertile land and ten acres of medium-sized farmland under his name. The private school opened by Ji Xiuwen also received some donations every year. Xiu, the most important thing is that the Ji family has a daughter, Shannvhong, who is not only good at housework but also hunts. Logically speaking, even if such a family's life is not prosperous, it will not reach the point of selling their daughters. Could there be something in this? Hidden story.
Song Lizheng only saw the surface, but did not guess the reality.
Ji Qingyao didn't want to be misunderstood about her reputation. Although she didn't value that thing, she was born in this damn ancient time. A woman without a reputation would have a miserable ending. She was a person who was afraid of trouble and just wanted to be quiet. Live quietly.
Ji Qingyao lowered her eyes slightly and spoke slowly: "Grandpa Li Zheng, just now my eldest sister said that if you sell me, you can sell me for more money. My mother said that I had no choice but to sell my eldest brother to pay for his education, so no matter what the reason, my mother immediately hit me The decision to sell me must have been carefully considered. In this case, I admit it. I just need to trouble Grandpa Lizheng to be a witness and give Qingyao a divorce document.
As soon as I was sold, as my mother said, we would no longer have anything to do with Ji's family and her. I thought my mother didn't want to see me again, so we should just stay apart from now on and be safe. "
When Ji Qingyao said this, she raised her arm to wipe her tears and exposed the red dots on her arms. Li Zheng saw it with sharp eyes. He knew that it was Shou Gongsha. Generally, rich families would give some dots to newborn girls. It can be said that there are almost no farmers who order hand-gong yarn in the country, and Zhu yarn also costs several pennies to buy.
But the woman in front of him actually had gauze on her arm, which forced him to reconsider the matter.
The girl in front of him was dressed in linen and linen clothes, but she spoke well and was well-founded. Li Zheng just thought about it, and he just did it as a favor, hoping that the Ji family would not regret it in the future.
Li Zheng took a look at the Ji family and the Song family in front of him, and sighed in his heart, thinking that the Ji family might have used pearls as fish eyes. He didn't expect that the children raised by Tangtang Ju family would see their sisters being sold. He was so indifferent that he had doubts about Ji Xiuwen's character in his heart.
At this time, Ji Xiuwen, who was far away in Dahe Village, was teaching students and had no idea about Ji Qingyao's betrayal. By the time he found out, everything was settled and irreversible.
"Girl Qingyao, you have to think about it carefully. Once the divorce papers are written, you will no longer belong to your mother's family, and you will be like a rootless duckweed."
Ji Qingyao kowtowed to Li Zheng again: "Grandpa Li Zheng, I have thought it through. Please help me write a divorce letter. I was sold by my family. My mother also said it herself just now that I will marry Ji Qingyao in the future." It doesn't matter at home anymore. At home, I'm just a superfluous person whose father doesn't love my mother and doesn't care about me. No matter how much I do, I'm still dispensable in their eyes. Even so, I have nothing to miss. Please make it happen, Grandpa Li Zheng.”
After listening to Ji Qingyao's words, Song Lizheng sighed in his heart that this was a child who was a sensible governor. It was a pity that he had such a confused father as Ji Xiuwen. No wonder he could only be a civil servant for so many years.
He glanced at Mrs. Song and asked seriously: "Mrs. Song, Qingyao wants to break off the relationship with you, do you have anything to say?"
Mrs. Song curled her lips and spoke reluctantly: "Since ancient times, a daughter who got married must have a relationship with her husband's family. It is the same whether they are married or not. As for the settlement of money and goods, from now on From now on, she will have nothing to do with my Ji family. This is what I said, so I just said it smoothly..."
