"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, don't go, don't go..." Brother Jin's mother shouted, reaching out to hold him tightly.

"Mom, of course I'm going. My mother is going to fight with someone, how can I not go!" Brother Jin shouted, throwing away his mother.

"But, but, if you act like this, I will make you angry..." Jin Geer's mother said with an anxious look.

"Then he deserves to be unlucky. No one can bully my wife." Brother Jin said with a snort.

"Okay, let him go quickly." Brother Jin's father, who had been squatting on the ground silently, suddenly said.

Brother Jin's mother was stunned for a moment.

"After all, she is a girl. She is about to get married. She will not be able to control the rest of her life. Brother Jin has pissed off the master, what will he do in this life?" She said anxiously, "For the sake of that thousand guan, you have to sacrifice your son.

Sold for life?”

Brother Jin's father stood up from the ground for a moment of depression.

"That's right, I will sell him for the rest of his life!" He said, "Go ahead."

Brother Jin smiled.

"Dad, your business is worth it." He smiled, threw his mother's hand, and ran away without forgetting to pick up a door bolt from the side.

Jin Geer's mother chased him for a few steps and had to stop helplessly.

………………………..

Cheng Jiaoniang looked outside the door, and sure enough, there were many servants standing densely, mainly male servants, and some strong maids.

"No need." She said, "What's the point of fighting with these servants? They won't hurt their muscles and bones, but they will fall down."

She said and stood up.

"Let's go."

Really want to leave?

Manager Cao was stunned for a moment but quickly answered yes.

"Are you really willing to leave?"

Although he thought Yun Danfengqing did not take this matter seriously in the hall, Mr. Cheng, who was feeling uneasy after all, heard the servant woman's reply and asked hurriedly.

"Yes, it has been loaded into the car..." the maid said with a bit of joy, and then added, "I didn't bring anything, just the same ones they brought..."

So what are you doing at home?

Mr. Cheng snorted, threw away the book he had held in his hand for half a day without reading a single line, shook his clothes and sat upright.

"Who cares about things? Just give her what she deserves. We won't treat her harshly," he said.

The servant girl responded and left.

Mr. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the table, and took a slow sip from the marigold beside him.

After dealing with this idiot first, the second wife will be easy to deal with. When they get married next month, they will have no excuse for the couple to have trouble. They must get married before the year, otherwise they will definitely live a restless life this year.

He put down the golden lamp and thought of the woman he had just seen standing in front of the door firing ten arrows...

She is beautiful and graceful, and it is really a good home for her daughter.

It seems really good, but it's such a pity...

Mr. Cheng's face sank. Unfortunately, he was cured by the Zhou family. He must be close to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family would naturally not let this child get close to them.

This child is so yin and yang, it can be seen that he was taught by the Zhou family.

Forget it, after all, this child was no longer a child of their Cheng family from the moment she was about to be drowned, so raising her and marrying her would be considered a moral fulfillment.

The maid on the side poured tea into Jinzhan, and Master Cheng picked it up again. Just as he was about to eat, two young men came hurriedly outside the door.

"Master, master, they are not leaving," they said hurriedly.

"Aren't you leaving again?" Mr. Cheng shook the golden cup in his hand and sprinkled some water stains on his body. He sat up and asked, "What does she want to do again?"

"I don't know. We were supposed to escort them when they left the house, but they didn't leave. Instead, they went south." The boy said, reaching out and pointing to the side.

South?

"Nan Cheng?" Mr. Cheng asked.

The boy nodded.

What are you doing there?

When Cheng Jiaoniang and her group walked into Nan Cheng's alley, word spread quickly, and the old man who knew her best was pushed over immediately.

"Madam, we are still looking for Cheng Ping..." He said hurriedly and apologetically.

Cheng Jiaoniang interrupted him.

"I'm not here for Cheng Ping," she said.

Why is that?

The old man and others were stunned for a moment, looking at these teams who were obviously dressed for the trip.

"I want to take a look at your place." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking around.

Last time I wanted to sit here, and this time I wanted to visit here. So will I want to live here next time?

The old man nodded and stepped forward with a smile.

"Okay, okay, ma'am, please excuse me." He said, personally leading the way, "The ground is messy, ma'am, please be careful."

Cheng Jiaoniang followed him inside, followed by Banqin, Steward Cao and others.

"This place is huge." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The old man twisted his beard and laughed.

"South and North were originally the same family. If we talk about the ancestral home, this is the place." He said with a bit of sigh, while looking around. They had already reached the innermost part. Because it was far away from the market, this place seemed more remote.

Some are overgrown with withered grass, hiding some of the ruins, and some are simply stacked houses, with children curiously showing half of their faces to visit these people.

"Later, a lot of it was abandoned by digging rivers to divert water. I asked a Feng Shui master to take a look at it and said that the vitality here had been greatly damaged, so I moved it there."

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded without saying anything. She took a few steps forward. When she saw something, she stretched out her hand and bent down to pick up something from the messy grass.

This is a broken tile.

"Madam, do you know what the Cheng family likes to decorate?" The old man couldn't help but laugh.

"Broken branch lotus." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at the tile in her hand.

The old man was slightly startled. Nowadays, there are no architectural decorations that he particularly likes in Beicheng. The broken branch lotus was only common in the ancestral home of the Cheng family. Even an old man like him doesn't know much about it.

This little lady actually said it in one sentence.

Not to mention that she might be a fool, but simply because she did not grow up at home, Mr. Cheng would probably not be able to answer this kind of question. How could she answer it without hesitation?

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and smiled slightly, shaking the tile in her hand. The old man looked at it and saw that although it had been broken for many years, the remaining exquisite patterns on it could still be seen.

Broken branch lotus.

That's it, the old man laughed.

This little lady is smart.

Cheng Jiaoniang threw the tile back, raised her feet and continued walking. The old man followed with a smile, and soon came to a fairly neat house. Although it was not as good as the one in Beicheng, it still had walls and yards.

"My home is right here. Madam, if you don't mind, come in and have a bowl of tea." The old man said, pointing to one of the rooms.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and stepped over without any politeness.

Many people had already gathered around here when they heard the commotion. Seeing them approaching, the children in ragged clothes hurriedly dispersed, and the men and women also hurriedly got out of the way.

The courtyard was not big, and there was an old plum tree in the courtyard. There was a crooked old plum tree, and the moss in the corner of the house was thin. When they saw them coming in, a seven or eight-year-old child ran out of the house and got behind the old man.

"You are the only ones at home?" Manager Cao asked, looking around. Although the house was still clean, the cleanliness was different from the cleanliness maintained by a woman at home.

"Yes, the old woman left early, and her son and daughter-in-law died during the plague that year." The old man smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the child behind him, "leaving this single seedling behind."

After losing his wife and son, the whole family was almost dead, but his expression did not appear dull and sad, but remained as warm as ever.

"God is kind to me, this child has grown up too." The old man said with a smile.

In this case, I can still say that God is kind...

Banqin felt a little sour in her heart.

Often the more you have, the less satisfied you are, and the less you have, the more you are grateful.

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and sat down, and the old man went to the side to get a few square meters. The child thought of something and ran into the house and came out carrying a kettle.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Banqin was frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to take it, "carefully burn you."

The child let go of his hand, lowered his head and ran to stand behind the old man again.

"There's no good tea either..." The old man took out a thick bowl and washed it with water several times before putting it on the square table and making tea again.

"No, father-in-law, my wife doesn't drink tea." Banqin said, pouring a bowl of water.

Also, what is this little lady's background, what kind of food and drink she has, and where can she eat their food?
To be continued...