After eating a tasteless breakfast, Geng Xingshuang went to Ruan's place first. This time Ruan didn't do any needlework, but frowned and thought about something. When she saw her entering the room, she gave her a gentle smile.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"It's good. I had a dreamless night and it was very sweet."
Geng Xingshuang felt blessed, walked quickly to sit next to Ruan, and asked, "Did Mom sleep well? Did Daddy tell you when he will be back?"
Ruan said helplessly: "Now is the time for spring plowing. The harvest in Zhuangzi last year was not good. Your father said that your money cannot be used for household expenses, nor can I use my money for sewing. So as soon as spring starts this year, I go to Zhuangzi frequently. We went up to the hotel and discussed with several farming experts from Lianzhuangtou and Zhuangzi on how to increase production this year. We went there twice before and stayed for ten days and a half each time. This time we went for just five days. How many days are left?"
Ruan said and suddenly sighed, "But something like that happened yesterday. I just wrote a letter and asked Li Deng to send it to Zhuangzi. According to your father's temperament, he should be back in the afternoon."
Sure enough, Mr. Geng Wen returned to his house in the afternoon.
He first went to Yide Courtyard to greet his father, Uncle Anping. After coming out of Yide Courtyard, he went directly to the main courtyard to greet Madam Anping.
When Geng Wen returned to Qingcui Courtyard, his face looked a little dark.
"What's wrong? Did uncle or madam say something?"
Mrs. Ruan put down the needlework in her hand, stood up and made a cup of tea for her husband herself.
Geng Wen tried his best to talk to his wife, his tone was slightly serious, and he asked: "Is everything in the letter true?"
Ruan was stunned by what he said. When she saw that he had a straight face and spoke like a question as soon as he entered the door, she put away the smile on her face.
"Of course it's true. Did I just make up such a lie to lure you back home? Is my brain broken, or am I too idle and want to find a fight? If it's okay, I'll make more clothes and embroider some more purses for our daughter. Wouldn't it be better to fill up the shop and earn more money?"
Geng Wen saw that his usually gentle wife suddenly became serious, thinking that the behavior of selling girls and maids in the main courtyard had angered her, so he put on a smile and explained in a flattering manner: "I didn't mean that, how could I... doubt you, only……"
"Didn't you sound suspicious just now?"
Ruan interrupted him.
"no no……"
Geng Wen was originally not good at speaking. When his wife interrupted him, he was anxious to explain. Seeing that his wife was about to speak again, he became even more anxious. The more anxious he became, the less able he was to explain the rules.
Geng Xingshuang entered the room at this moment and saw her father's anxious forehead with sweat on his face. Her mother was sitting there, not looking at her father, just keeping a straight face and saying nothing, and hurriedly went forward to greet her father.
Seeing his daughter coming, his wife looked at her with gentle eyes. Geng Wen was slightly relieved. He was really confused by his father and stepmother, and the words he asked were really annoying.
"Dad, did grandfather say something?"
Geng Wen nodded repeatedly, "Isn't that right? When I came back, I went to pay my respects to your grandfather first. He said that your second uncle's Tongfang died more than ten years ago. In fact, he was not dead at that time. The Tongfang was just sick and was sent to the hospital. She was raised in Zhuangzi, but when she went there, her intercourse was pregnant, and she later gave birth to a daughter. At that time, your second uncle knew about it and reported it to your grandmother. However, when he was doing fortune telling for the girl, the fortune teller said that she She is too short-lived to be able to support the dignity of Miss Bofu, so she needs to be raised in Zhuangzi until she is seventeen years old before she recognizes her ancestors and returns to the clan. Only in this way can she live a safe life."
Geng Wen sighed deeply and continued to relay the words of his father, Uncle Anping, "Your grandfather also said that the reason Shen Shui worked as a maid beside Sister Bing was because your second uncle couldn't bear her suffering alone in the village, so he found her When she was looking for maids in the mansion, she bought two-year-old Shen Shui. Otherwise, the mansion would not buy such a young child and would need someone to take care of her. It was Tan who took care of Shen Shui in the first place. "
It's quite clever. You can come up with such a story in such a short time, and you can also portray Geng Cheng as a loving father who loves his daughter. The level of this story is really good. If it were written into a storybook, it would be great. It might even be a big seller. This is much more innovative than the frustrated love stories between poor scholars and wealthy ladies sold in various bookstores in Ningdu City.
It's just that it's much worse than Brother Qingmo's stories that are either soul-stirring or bizarre.
No, they are not of the same level. She should not compare them together. If Brother Qingmo knew that she was comparing his writing with the evil things done by her second uncle, even if her handsome face was still calm and indifferent, but I will definitely make a note in my heart, and when I encounter the right opportunity, I will take the initiative to take back what I have said.
"This is a lie. If Jin Bao hadn't heard the real situation, I might have believed it." Ruan sighed.
Because the deceased Tongfang they mentioned about Geng Cheng was indeed a person. He did die more than ten years ago, but the specific date was in which year and month. How could Geng Wen, the elder brother, go out of his way to remember his younger brother’s Fangfang? As for the Ruan family, she only remembered that Tongfang died of illness before the Zhenchang Incident, and she could not recall the specific time.
The number of servants in the mansion has decreased a lot over the years. Even if there are those who remember, they would not dare to question the master. Naturally, the master will take whatever he says.
"Daughter, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing that Geng Xingshuang remained silent and seemed to be deep in thought, Geng Wen called out.
"Dad, did your grandfather tell you those words just now?"
Although Geng Xingshuang thought the story was well written, but after thinking about it deeply, he felt that there was something fishy in it.
Geng Cheng nodded, "Of course he told me. I already knew the truth from your mother's letter. I knew that Shen Shui was born to Tan's sister. Tan was your second aunt's maid, but her sister was not. , I just don’t know if that Xiao Tan is a member of the good family, a servant of the Yao family, or a servant of another house, but it is definitely not the Tongfang who died of illness in Geng Cheng.”
Speaking of this, Geng Wen was a little embarrassed. He felt that it was really embarrassing to tell his daughter this. However, the true situation of the whole matter was found out by her daughter. In recent years, her daughter not only participated in all the big and small things at home, but also helped to take care of them. idea.
Speaking of which, both he and his wife have average minds. They can only see the surface of many things and cannot think about deeper things. They often suffer losses without realizing it.
So unknowingly, I tell my daughter almost everything, and this time is no exception.
"Dad, this matter has a great impact on me. Don't hide it from me because you are worried about your second uncle."
Geng Xingshuang noticed her father's embarrassment and emphasized.
"How much influence does it have? Wasn't Banjuan redeemed by your uncle? Don't worry, if your grandmother still wants to sell Banjuan, I will go directly to your grandfather to give you the deed of Banjuan for safekeeping. Even though my grandfather doesn’t want to take care of the family’s affairs, I can always make him talk when I go to him.”
After hearing this, Mrs. Ruan twisted her face and wanted to say something. However, she was worried about whether he was an elder or the last uncle in this uncle's family, so he swallowed the sarcasm that was about to come to his lips.
