After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

The younger members of the Mu family had already vaguely guessed the secret feelings between the two old people who had met so late. They all stood aside and watched happily without disturbing Mrs. Rong Mutai. Think about the decision slowly by yourself.

The old Marquis Mu passed away more than thirty years ago. Mrs. Mu has worked hard for so many years for such a large Marquis's mansion and their descendants. She puts the Marquis's mansion and the children first, and it's time for her to do it for herself. Time to think about it.

The city lord was busy with government affairs on weekdays and had no time to care about matters at home and the old man. He only knew that the old man had a good relationship with the Mu family, but he did not expect such a relationship.

Seeing his shameless father helplessly holding Mrs. Mutai's hand and refusing to let go, the city lord showed a look of astonishment. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly and let the old man go.

He is too busy on weekdays and has no time to accompany his father. It is also good news for the old man to find a wife who agrees with him and can understand his words to accompany him for the rest of his life.

It's just... whether he can keep Mrs. Mutai now depends on the old man's own abilities.

It was rare for the city lord to have such a state of mind as if he were watching a good show. He sat aside and watched quietly, and his usually serious eyebrows could not help but reveal a smile.

The old man, an older generation, cried with tears in his eyes in front of so many juniors. He held Mrs. Mutai's hand frankly and kept repeating stubbornly and sincerely: "Can you please not leave?" ?”

He gave up his old face and pulled people to cry and beg, which made people feel soft just looking at him.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the old man became more and more brave and said, "We have each lived alone for so many years, why not get married so that we can have a companion to depend on each other for the rest of our lives... Can you marry me?" Wife, if you stay in Yuecheng, I will treat you well!"

Mrs. Mutai was the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family. She also married into the prince's house in a large sedan chair with eight carriages and complete etiquette. She had always attached great importance to marriage and would not agree to such a big thing just verbally.

What's more, Chad didn't expect the old man to say it so bluntly. After Mrs. Mutai was stunned, she looked at the other party's serious expression, thought about it carefully, and weighed her words:

"Marriage cannot be settled in two or three sentences. If you really want to... marry me, it's not impossible, but the etiquette must be thorough and the betrothal gift must be sufficient. Do you understand?"

The old man listened to Mrs. Mutai's words seriously, nodded, put away his crying demeanor, and considered the many etiquette of getting married.

Among them, the most important betrothal gift must be in accordance with the capital's specifications.

He didn't have much money saved on his own, so he had to rely on his son to prepare it.

The city lord naturally waved his hand.

Betrothal gift, a small matter!

While the old man was seriously planning the marriage, Mrs. Mutai had already faded away the slight embarrassment she had just felt, turned around, looked at the juniors standing aside, and asked as if nothing had happened: "Xiao'er, Xiaohe, when do you plan to set off?"

In her words, she almost agreed to stay, marry the old man, and accompany him to stay in Yuecheng, but she had not stated it clearly yet.

Hearing his grandmother's inquiry, Mu Yunxiao smiled gently and responded: "Grandma, you have to make some preparations before setting off, so there is no rush."

Ruan He listened to the whole process, Qingli's eyebrows were filled with a joking smile, and she said cheerfully: "Of course there is no rush. For such a big event as grandma getting married, we juniors must stay and have a glass of wedding wine before leaving. !”    Mrs. Mutai glanced at her angrily.

But he couldn't help but show a kind smile, and scolded: "Xiaohe, you kid, are you also learning to make fun of grandma now?"

After just saying one sentence, she seemed to feel a little embarrassed and looked away, and did not continue to mention this matter.

In her later years, she cherishes the fact that she can meet someone who loves her wholeheartedly.

After giving an overview of the matter, the city lord was busy with his affairs and had no time to entertain the family anymore. Mrs. Mutai led the juniors back home.

The old man eagerly wanted to follow, but the city lord stopped him with a headache.

Why does his father become more and more like a child the more he lives, he does things without caring, and he wants to tell the world.

"Dad, please think about the marriage and betrothal gift first, and then leave the person behind. Don't follow her."

After hearing what he said, the old man stopped and called his son to help prepare the betrothal gift for him.

"Son, you must help me this time, otherwise..."

The city lord held his forehead helplessly, nodded repeatedly, and agreed one by one: "Okay, you go back and think about it first and let the housekeeper help. If you need anything else, come and talk to me. I have to go to the Yamen first. .”

"Okay, okay!" Upon hearing this, his son agreed without hesitation. The old man clapped his hands happily and walked straight into his yard, as if he was planning to prepare something.

……

After the pardon order was issued, in addition to Mrs. Mutai's mood was ups and downs, Mu Zhengyuan also had a complicated expression and thought silently for a long time. He didn't say a word when everyone made fun of the old man and Mrs. Mutai.

Ruan He naturally noticed something was wrong with Mu Zhengyuan. When they walked out of the city lord's palace, she walked to Mu Zhengyuan's side in a few steps and said calmly and gently: "Third uncle, do you want to go back to the capital? Stay in Yuecheng?"

Judging from Mu Zhengyuan's reaction when he saw the pardon document, the answer was actually quite obvious. Ruan He had probably guessed what he was thinking, but he just wanted his third uncle to speak out for confirmation.

They are a family, and they can talk directly about anything they have to say, there is no need to hide it.

Hearing Ruan He's inquiry, Mu Zhengyuan's clear voice sounded in his ears, and he became more and more troubled. His straight thick eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a long sigh. After thinking about it, he finally spoke out what was on his mind. : "Xiaohe... Third uncle doesn't want to leave you either, but... But life in Yuecheng is very stable. My two children and I like it very much. The intrigues and intrigues in the capital are not suitable for me. So, San I want to stay, but I can’t go with you.”

He is not a person who is prone to fighting. He is indeed not suitable to live under the feet of an emperor like the capital, and he is really unwilling to leave Yuecheng to fight for a dangerous future. (End of chapter)