The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 108 Mother's Past (2)

Yesterday's poetry meeting is over.

There were no punches and kicks as imagined by the people in Dingyuan City, nor were there harsh words among literati.

In the midst of gunpowder... It ended like this.

that's it?
Gone?

When a good person asked about yesterday's situation, these scholars were silent at first, and then repeated Song Lanyi's words.

When you hear that sentence, the people are "one", and the rest of the people, whether they are traffickers or pawns, or emperors and generals, are all "two" and "three" derived from "one".

Even the good-for-nothings couldn't help being silent.

At the same time, more scholars have a sense of shame that burns their skin.

They have grown so many years, and they are not as good as a little girl in terms of people's livelihood and governing the country.

This really is... a scholar's talk is wrong for the country!

When he came out of the teahouse, the scholar who had listened to him suddenly remembered what Song Lanyi said yesterday.

These hard-working people at the bottom have simple dreams.

Just eat well, dress warmly...

Suddenly, a scholar stopped the old man who was carrying the burden, and asked, "Old man, what do you think is your ideal?"

ideal?

The old man doesn't understand these polite words.

After several gestures between the two, the old man barely understood the meaning of this sentence.

He scratched his head and grinned, his dark face was riddled with grooves.

"Ideal? What ideals can we have? My son can't study, so I will plant some land, marry him a daughter-in-law, and give birth to a grandson or a granddaughter, all for them to study."

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "The granddaughter also wants to study?"

The old man laughed and said, "Why can't my granddaughter study? I think that Miss Song is good at studying, she can also be a pillar."

Scholars feel that they are not as good as an old man.

Many people around him were also silent.

Just because... what Song Lanyi said seemed to be correct.

After a long silence, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of a scholar, "Today I want to visit the nearby farms, are you willing to go with me?"

They have been away from the mass base for too long, and they have even forgotten... what is the common people, what are they wanting, and what do the common people... really look like?

As soon as this remark came out, many students responded.

It is not terrible to make a mistake, what is terrible is that after making a mistake, in order to cover up the result of the mistake, and then make one, two or even more mistakes.

Time goes by gradually.

Song Lanyi is still urgently preparing for the fourth level of Shan Hai Jing, working overtime to study, and by the way, he also drags the medicine sage to work overtime together.

Whenever the class in the dream space is over, Song Lanyi will continue to take out the classics of the Yin Yang family and study them seriously.

When the heavy snow fluttered like goose feathers, Shuobei was once again covered in plain color.

Song Lanyi was still wearing a green dress, leaning on the bed, looking at the snow outside the window while understanding the annotations in the classics.

At this moment, there is quite a feeling of tranquility.

Except... Song Hanhai is not here.

But, one cannot be too greedy.

Song Lanyi is already very content.

Looking at this large courtyard with four entrances, the courtyard is deep and secluded, and the corridors are unbroken. In the previous life, even if Song Lanyi was sold, it would be impossible to buy such a house.

At most, I will be a laborer for a lifetime, and then I will build a rural self-built house with a heavy loan on my back.

The howling wind was mixed with the sound of snowflakes and ice crystals hitting the window lattice.

Under the eaves of the corridor, Steward Wang's voice could still be vaguely heard.

"Oh, Zhuzi, go a little further, you're sticking it crookedly, crookedly! Do you understand?"

"Xiao Lian, what kind of rice paste are you brushing on? Why is it not even? The blessing characters are all uneven on the paste. You really deserve it. You can't even paint a piece of rice paste properly!"

"Shu Mo, I didn't mean you. Didn't you read the book with Miss for a while? Why is the word "Fu" posted upside down now?"

The little maid named Shumo felt a little helpless when she heard this.

"Steward Wang, the word "Fu" is pasted upside down, that's why it's called "Fu". Don't you understand?"

When Steward Wang heard this, he smiled embarrassingly, but he didn't dare to say anything after that.

Unfortunately, the nature is still there.

He was born with a hardworking character, and after a while, he couldn't sit still and started chattering.

Song Lanyi heard it funny in the room.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the door.

When Butler Wang came back, he knocked on Song Lanyi's door with a happy face.

After Song Lanyi agreed, he stepped in and said happily, "Miss, I have sent you an invitation for today's New Year's poetry meeting!"

Song Lanyi was silent.

don't want to go...

What is Lao Shizi's poetry meeting again?

Properly ineffective socializing, with Song Lanyi's nerdy personality, she would rather lie in bed and read.

Steward Wang didn't notice Song Lanyi's silence, he still looked cheerful.

He also couldn't understand the words on the invitation card, but looking at the red paper, he felt a kind of joy.

Butler Wang couldn't help feeling emotional, "Miss is more promising than Master. Master has been in Dingyuan City for so many years, and he has never participated in a poetry meeting..."

After finishing speaking, Wang Steward saw that Song Lanyi was still looking lazy, and continued to seduce, "Miss, the poetry meeting in Dingyuan City, even King Ming will participate. You are in the limelight now, so if you don't go to the poetry meeting, instead It makes people feel that King Ming has lost face."

It seems... It really makes sense.

Holding the scroll in his hands, Song Lanyi flipped over on the soft bed, and sighed faintly, "Uncle Wang, you are excellent, but sometimes it's a mistake."

Butler Wang nodded approvingly.

you do not say!

Among peers, who can be sweet, caring, smart?
Song Lanyi was embarrassed by his praise.

She blinked her eyes and looked outside through the window.

The north wind was blowing, and the red lantern in front of the door was swaying.

Song Lanyi was fascinated, and suddenly said something, "Uncle Wang, I miss my parents a little bit. You watched me grow up, can you tell me about... my mother?"

Steward Wang was taken aback, "Why did Miss think of asking this?"

"I just want to hear it."

Butler Wang's expression was a bit complicated, "This matter is a long story..."

"Miss's mother was once the daughter of the eldest family of the Xie family in Chen County."

Just this one sentence made Song Lanyi stunned.

Although in today's Dagan, the power of the aristocratic family has been greatly weakened, but as the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Compared to a commander like Song Hanhai, the entire family of the Xie family in Chen Jun is like a colossus.

So here comes the question, how did her father, such a poor boy, marry her mother?
It's not that Song Lanyi despises her father, but that's the truth.

Song Lanyi didn't need to guess at all, he knew there was something tricky in it.

Combining the various routines brought about by the information explosion in her previous life, she picked the most bloody one, and asked tentatively, "Could it be... my mother is not the eldest daughter of the Xie family in Chenjun?"

"how do you know?!"

　Today's second update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)