Enter the room 2

Chapter 115

Before Yuan Yunzhong's words fell, Grandpa Song Shiyi stood up in a jerk.

Others couldn't invite magistrate Jiang and master Wang to sit down, so how could they drive them out?
He rolled his eyes, and immediately said: "Song Daliang and Song Sanliang haven't come yet, let's just wait!"

Everyone was taken aback, only to find that not only Song Daliang and Song Sanliang did not come, but also their wives and children did not come.

Baoxia Wai exploded immediately.

"Master Song is too disrespectful. No matter what kind of grievances there are, Second Master Qiqi, why should he show his face? Even if the brotherhood is gone, there are still nieces, he is still an elder!"

Some people said: "Why didn't the third master come? When the second master of the Song family was alive, he did not miss a lot of favors. Now that there is no advantage, he doesn't recognize his niece. It seems that he is also a white-eyed wolf."

"It seems that the two daughters and sons-in-law of the eldest son of the Song family did not come." Someone muttered, "This is too outrageous. Back then, when they left the court, the dowry was prepared by the second master of the Song family. .”

County magistrate Jiang in Baosha suddenly stood up.

The voice stopped abruptly.

"Since it's getting late, then we won't wait any longer." County Magistrate Jiang said slowly, "Leave someone here to wait for the two masters of Song. So as not to delay the auspicious time. After all, the dead are the most important!"

His voice is not high, but his attitude is very firm.

Everyone was stunned.

County magistrate Jiang, are you going to worship Song Youliang at the grave?

Everyone exchanged glances quietly, and glanced at Song Jiyun or Jiang County Magistrate from time to time.

Grandpa Song Shiyi was so excited that he was at a loss, and hurriedly said: "What the county lord said is true. Song Daliang and Song Sanliang are probably delayed by something, I will leave someone here to wait for them."

On behalf of the Song family, he also expressed his gratitude to him: "If Youliang knows someone under the spring, he will definitely be grateful!"

County magistrate Jiang waved his hands disapprovingly, looked at Yuan Yunzhong, and said, "It's fine if I haven't met him, since I met him, why don't we go offer incense to the second master of the Song family?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Grandpa Song Shiyi couldn't figure out what the relationship was, but it didn't prevent him from echoing County Magistrate Jiang. He led the way, "Go this way."

With his head held high and his hands behind his back, County Magistrate Jiang was the first to leave Baoxia.

Only then did Master Wang, who had been looking at County Magistrate Jiang and Song Jiyun, come back to his senses. He squeezed the beard under his chin and sat on the teacher's chair for a while.

There was a lot of people outside the door, noisy and noisy.

Many people who were not planning to follow to the grave changed their minds temporarily. Those who hired sedan chairs hired sedan chairs, those who hired donkey carts hired donkey carts, and those who wanted to carpool, there was an endless stream of people everywhere.

Steward Wu was running around in front of the door, but Qian's sedan chair in front had disappeared, and there were still sedan chairs or donkey carts waiting in line at the gate of Song's house.

Pedestrians couldn't help but stop to watch the excitement: "Why are there so many people?"

"Aren't there only three brothers in the Song family? Even counting in-laws, there are not so many people, right?"

There was a well-informed person: "I heard that the county lord has also come to worship the second master of the Song family. He also went to the cemetery."

"Really or not? Song Youliang, He De, how can he let the magistrate of a county go to his grave to offer incense to him in person."

"The Song family is on the mend. You have the protection of the county lord!"

"They used to have money."

"But no matter how rich you are, it's hard money. With the help of the county lord, you must be richer."

"How did their family get the favor of the county lord?"

Everyone talked about the Song family more.

Song Jiyun helped his mother to burn paper money and some fanting paper bundles on his father's grave.

Qian held the Song sisters and had to cry again.

Although Song Jiyun was very sad, she still had to be in charge. She wiped away her tears, turned around and began to discuss the banquet with Madam Zheng: "Master Jiang is a distinguished guest, so it is not good to arrange a seat in the arbor. I have already told you After passing Zheng Quan, let him clean up the wing room on the other side of the sacrificial field, Master Jiang and Master Wang will arrange them there..."

As she was talking, Hong Xi came over.

"Miss Song," he said solemnly, "there are a lot of people here today, and I don't think there will be enough banquets. You have to order banquets from restaurants or restaurants. Peach Blossom House is our family's restaurant, and it's barely enough for funerals. You can get it. Hurry up and ask people to see how many tables are missing, and I will ask them to send the table over."

Song Jiyun had a headache because he came uninvited.

"Thank you Mr. Hong." But he was kind, so she had to thank him patiently, "I have already arranged these things."

He also explained: "Manager Wu stayed at home just to prepare for these things."

Hong Xi relaxed, and smiled embarrassedly: "I've heard that you are capable, and I have seen it today. Please don't blame me for being arbitrary."

Song Jiyun was polite to him: "You are also kind!"

"Actually, I haven't been a housekeeper for long." Hong Xi said with a smile, "This is the only thing I can think of."

He also said sincerely: "I don't know if there is anything else I can help with?"

"No need." Song Jiyun said with a smile, "I've made all the arrangements. Mr. Hong just sit at the table with peace of mind."

"Master Jiang and the others, I also arranged them in the wing." She led him to the wing, "It's too hot, we should sit in the wing to avoid getting sunburned."

Hong Xi said, "Miss Song, I'm sorry!"

Song Jiyun was puzzled.

Hong Xi said apologetically: "I was so surprised when I first saw Mr. Jiang present, so I immediately saluted Mr. Jiang, not being rude to Mr. Song."

Song Jiyun didn't understand for a while, but after thinking about it, he realized that he was referring to what happened at the altar just now.

Her father had no relationship with Hong Xi, and it was out of face for him to come to offer incense, so she had nothing to care about.

"Young Master Hong, don't worry about it." She exchanged greetings with him, "I'm already very grateful for you to come."

They exchanged pleasantries, and Song Jiyun sent him to the side room.

But when she looked up, she saw Yuan Yunzhong standing under the camphor tree next to the arbor with one hand behind his back, looking at her deeply.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiyun asked hurriedly.

He was accompanying County Magistrate Jiang and Master Wang to register them just now.

Yuan Yunzhong brushed shoulders away from her without saying a word.

Song Jiyun was confused, and immediately chased after him: "What's going on?"

The corner of Yuan Yunzhong's eyes didn't even catch her.

"Stop!" Song Jiyun became angry, "You tell me something, if you don't tell me, I'll be fine."

Yuan Yunzhong stopped in his tracks, squinted at her and sneered a few times.

Song Jiyun's head grew bigger.

But she wasn't prepared to get used to him.

"Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll pretend I don't know." She said, "Then I'm leaving."

Song Jiyun brushed past him.

"What's going on?" Yuan Yunzhong suddenly whispered.

Song Jiyun blinked, turned and looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Yunzhong's gaze was deep and sharp: "Didn't I tell you to stay away from Hong Xi?"

Song Jiyun was dumbfounded: "You have to figure it out, all the people who come here are customers. And it's not me talking to him, it's him talking to me!"

She walks away.

There are still a lot of things waiting for her, and she has no time to appease his emotions.

Yuan Yunzhong stood there with a straight posture, like a tree in the field.

A white palm rested on his shoulder: "I found out that Miss Song doesn't give you face very much!"

Jiang county magistrate is quiet and authentic.

Yuan Yunzhong pulled the hand off his shoulder.

"Get out!" He left without looking back.

Leaving magistrate Jiang standing alone and touching his nose.

(End of this chapter)