Time flies and it’s June.
In the hot summer, if you go out for a walk, your clothes will be wet with sweat when you come back.
Damn silk is a thin material, breathable and cool, and is a good seller in the season.
In addition, the private room itself is light and refreshing, and you can just take it off and wash it when you sweat. Therefore, the customers of the private room are not only women. Many men feel comfortable after wearing them, and the repurchase rate is also very high.
As for the war, the Liang Dynasty still couldn't fight to the end. According to the news from my father-in-law, the DPRK had sent envoys to Dijon to seek peace.
If you can't beat him, you'll pay for it. It's embarrassing to say it's not embarrassing, but it's really embarrassing to say it's embarrassing!
Hearing this news, the happiest people are the Chen family, the Yang family, and even the mother-in-law's natal Zhou family. Silk, salt and iron, tribute tea, pearls, agate... are all within the scope of the yearly coins. This time Dijon is coming fiercely. , you don’t need to think about it to know that the lion will open his mouth.
The twenty spears Song Che ordered at the blacksmith shop have been completed. Five were given to the government, five were reserved for Yunshuifang, and the remaining ten were equipped in the hands of the Shen family's servants.
Although muskets are good things, they must be used properly. In the mornings of the past few days, Song Che would take the gunners to practice target shooting near Xiangming Mountain.
After five consecutive days, the gunmen had mastered the techniques, and Song Che no longer spent any more time teaching them.
To be honest, what man is not proficient in shooting?
Xu Xiao is also a member of the "Yamen Musketeers". Since the bandit suppression, every time he comes to see Song Che, he always looks worried.
Today was the last day of target practice. He still couldn't hold it back and got into Song Che's carriage: "Brother Song, after much thought, I still have to tell you about this."
Song Che took a breath on the revolver and wiped it while saying: "Let me guess first, this matter will definitely confuse me, and it is related to the Feiyun Gang, right?"
"You are so smart, I can't hide it from you," Xu Xiao frowned seriously, "When we cleaned out the bandits' den before, in addition to finding a lot of money, there was also a room full of women!"
Song Che squinted his eyes, then smiled and pointed at Xu Xiao: "You took advantage of the situation, refused to be left alone, and took them all back home for personal gain?"
"Ouch! You...you-"
"Hahaha..." Song Che laughed and said, "Robbing money, grabbing food, and robbing women is the usual behavior of bandits. Isn't it common sense that there are women in the bandit's den?"
"But these women are not for pleasure, but for trafficking!" Xu Xiao said: "I learned from the captured bandits that all the women snatched by the Feiyun Gang will be taken to Yangzhou for trafficking;
If you think about it again, the Hong brothers are members of the Feiyun Gang. They also abduct and traffic women in Suzhou. This is obviously the same crime chain. I even suspect that there is a huge black businessman in Jiangnan who is secretly manipulating human trafficking. thing. "
Song Che pursed his lips and looked at Xu Xiao, "Xu Dutou hates evil, but you also know that this is a chain of sins. If you want to uproot it by following the vines, you may be able to touch the emperor's feet, uh... Do you have this ability?"
Xu Xiao wanted to speak, but Song Che added first: "I don't have the ability either."
Xu Xiao wanted to say something else, but it was obvious that Song Che didn't care, so he could only sigh secretly, say goodbye and get out of the car.
Song Che was in the carriage with the same posture and eyes. After thinking for a long time, he found a reason to feel at ease: My wife is so beautiful and I have enough food and clothing. Why should I make trouble for myself? He was originally a selfish person.
Not every businessman can have a copy of Schindler's List.
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When I got home, it was already noon.
As soon as Song Che walked to the door of the dining room, he heard a cry coming from inside.
It was the mother-in-law's cry.
Song Che immediately hesitated. His mother-in-law usually used a lot of hard tactics to urge them to have a baby. Could it be that today he changed his strategy and used emotional attacks?
"Mom, please stop crying. People have to go through life, old age, illness and death." Shen Wenjun comforted her.
"Oh, isn't your mother still dead? Okay, okay, I'll send someone to prepare a passenger ship right away, and I'll take you back to Hangzhou in the afternoon!" My father-in-law was talking.
"How can that be done? Your mother has passed away, and the three-year period of filial piety has not yet come. If I, the daughter-in-law, leave the house at this time and let outsiders hear it, it will be spread everywhere that I am unruly and do not care about my husband's family for the sake of my mother's family!" The mother-in-law cried loudly: "Mom, my daughter is unfilial. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for the last time!"
"Mom, please stop crying. If you cry again, I will cry too..." Shen Wenjun said in a crying tone.
Song Che was confused outside the door, but it sounded like it had nothing to do with birth control. He lowered his head and walked into the dining room. He moved to Shen Wenjun first, tugged on her sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "What happened? "
Shen Wenjun said: "Just now, the servants of the Zhou family sent news that grandma suddenly fell ill. I'm afraid... not many days have passed. Grandma only passed away two and a half years ago. According to custom, my mother must observe mourning at home for three years and not leave the house. On one side are the rules of the husband's family, on the other side are the old people of the mother's family, alas..."
What's there to hesitate about? People are about to die, and children are all over the world, traveling across mountains and rivers, and they have to go back to mourn and fulfill their filial piety... Of course, this is only what Song Che thinks.
The father-in-law didn't say anything at all. Although he had just let the mother-in-law go home to visit relatives, his expression was still a little reluctant. After all, a married daughter would be thrown into trouble. The husband's family's filial piety is far greater than the mother's family's.
"Mom, you think otherwise, business has been stable recently and Wenjun and I have some free time. How about we go to Yangzhou to visit relatives for you?" Song Che suggested.
"Really?" Mother-in-law's eyes lit up.
Song Che scratched his head and said with a smile: "Although I am the son-in-law, my relatives have not known about Wenjun until now. I just took this opportunity to visit my grandma and uncle."
The father-in-law was also full of joy, "This is very good. Young people should move around more. Your grandma's family is the leading wealthy businessman in Hangzhou. The closer the relationship is, the better."
The mother-in-law glared: "Relationship, you know the relationship. If you care about the relationship so much, why don't you dare to go with Wenjun and the others?"
"I...I...I'm going to the hut." The father-in-law ran out of the dining room dejectedly.
The mother-in-law hummed softly: "Back then, the young man from a rich family who came to ask for marriage couldn't even stand in the room. Why did I just fall in love with your father?"
"Okay, mother, don't be sad. Grandma is so blessed. Maybe she's just sick?" Shen Wenjun helped his mother-in-law to the dinner table.
"Wenjun, Xiao Che, I really trouble you this time." The mother-in-law felt guilty, but not obviously.
Song Che smiled and said: "What the mother cannot do, the children should do it wholeheartedly."
"Okay, okay, this son-in-law is really good. My family will definitely like it when they see it," the mother-in-law said, and suddenly added:
"Hey, by the way, I heard that there is a Ciyin Temple in the west of Hangzhou, and the Guanyin there is very effective in sending children. This time you go to Hangzhou, you must take the time to pay homage. If you can really give me a big fat grandson in the next year, mother I need five hundred taels to fulfill my wish!"
Song Che and Shen Wenjun looked at each other and smiled bitterly, going around and around until finally they had to return to this hurdle.
How can it be so easy to give birth to a fat grandson?
