: Bury the Son

While Song Ci received a small basket of lychees that Empress Dowager Wang gave her, she also received news from Song Zhicheng.

Song Lingzhao was left to him.

Song Ci had long expected this decision of the vile son. If his nephew could not handle it even if he joined the army, then this prime minister would be too frustrated.

"Since that's the case, go back and comfort your wife. My son is worried about his mother. Zhao'er joins the army. She should be the one who is most worried about."

Song Zhicheng smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, Ying's mother will be sad for a few days at most, and she will be cured."

Song Ci shook her head and said, "That's not what she said. Raising a child for a hundred years will be 99 years old. Those who are in front of her are also worried, let alone those who are not in front of her. If she doesn't show it on her face, it doesn't mean that she doesn't want to be sad. That's her own son, mother and son are connected."

After hearing this, Song Zhicheng quickly got up and responded.

Song Ci said again: "You are quitting your idle position now. Zhao'er joins the army and joins the army, and Jie'er is a companion in the palace. If he wins the first prize next year, our family will definitely be shocked. You have only just passed the official position, so you can give up?"

"Hey, mom, aren't you trying to destroy your son? I'm not an official, so what can I bear to let go? After I resigned, Yingniang's imperial decree is still there. If the two brats have a promising future, her imperial decree will be changed to be legitimate. As for me, it's nothing wrong with being a rich idle person. In fact, there are many common tasks outside our mansion, and it's not too much idle. Fortunately, this official is just a salary, otherwise how can I get the time."

Song Ci also knew that there were only a few people who were so innocent that they were so poor that they were so poor that they could count them even if there were any.

The officials in Daqing really rely on their salary. I don’t know how many people have starved to death. To support a family, they always rely on the common affairs of the family, such as some farmland, some unscrupulous businesses, and some business sent by some businessmen.

As for the Song Mansion, Song Ci also knew that Song Zhiyuan had taken 20% of the Daqing Money Store's shareholding, and he had taken some other things he could.

It’s not that Song Zhiyuan is greedy, but that he climbed to this position and knew that the water was deep and there was no fish. He took what he should take, but he should not touch anything he should touch. He did not allow his family to touch, such as tea, salt, iron ore.

In addition to the filial piety of others, there are also some unscrupulous businesses that need to be managed. Together, a reliable person needs to be managed. As mentioned earlier, this is all Song Zhicheng's job.

"I originally thought that Zhao'er couldn't finish his studies, so I asked him to take over my team in the future, but now I can't. I have to find a reliable one to pick him up in the future." Song Zhicheng smiled and flattered: "Mom, you have a good education. Our family only has officials and achievements. It seems that I will ask Yuanyuan to take over the baton in the future."

Song Ci spat on him: "You can't help but you have two sons here, so why don't you get a bad guy? It's not that bad for the brothers and sisters to be in the wrong way for some benefit. It's not that love for your daughter. It's fine to find a son-in-law nearby. You can't get a wife, so you can't give up this idea as soon as possible."

Song Zhicheng said embarrassedly: "I'll just say it, mom will take it seriously."

"I'm afraid you will take it seriously. After all, you two are slaves of daughters, so I'll stop you first." Song Ci snorted: "Go back and coax your wife, Xiaoman, give the second master some lychees and put them back and taste them."

宋致诚笑嘻嘻的谢了.
Chapter completed!