Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 29 Your wife has been pregnant for a long time (asking for monthly tickets)

The slightly cold morning breeze blew up a few fallen leaves, adding a bit of bleak loneliness to the once bustling county town. Coupled with the drizzle, it seemed to announce that autumn was coming.

The streets covered by thin clouds were filled with people early on. Accompanied by the deafening sound of gongs and drums, people automatically dispersed to both sides.

Not long after, we saw a number of carriages coming... open-top, with boxes of various sizes on them.

"Which family is having a happy event?"

"You're ignorant. This is the young master from the Duke's Mansion who is married off and is coming back home."

"Why is the return visit such a big deal? Didn't I hear that the dowry sent by the Song family was all filthy?"

"You don't understand this. I heard the county lady say that the Song family lost their manners, but the Luo family cannot ignore the rules. They must have the proper etiquette. This is called pattern. Even if she doesn't have the status of the eldest princess, she is still from the royal family, which is different from the upstart Song family."

"To prevent gossip, the county lady even specially loaded boxes onto the carriage in front of the Luo Mansion. I saw it with my own eyes: gold leaves and silver cakes were stuffed into the boxes as if they were free."

"How much does that cost?"

"At least 70,000 or 80,000 taels, right? But I think it's useless, County Lady. With the shameless nature of the Song family's Yang family, I'm afraid they will accept the return gift and then turn around and say that the Luo family sent a bunch of filth."

"It's possible."

Such voices could be heard in the crowd.

Song Yan smiled knowingly. These people were really good at spreading gossip. It wouldn't be long before there would be hundreds or even thousands of people in Ningping County who had personally witnessed the Luo family delivering a return gift worth seventy or eighty thousand yuan to the Song family.

The carriage was shaking. Ningping County was not big, and we arrived there in two quarters of an hour.

When Song Yan got out of the car, Gu Banxia immediately opened the umbrella to prevent Song Yan from getting wet.

The maids, Kong Chan, Die Yi, and Xue Ying, all looked envious. Word of Songzhou Prefecture's events had slowly spread to Ning Ping, and the three maids wanted to try out the feeling of walking with one person holding an umbrella.

Everyone in the Luo Mansion was somewhat surprised that Song Yan could produce these two lines of poetry. The first line was fine, but the "falling flowers, a man standing alone, light rain, swallows flying in pairs" was praised by even the Luo Mansion's clan school teacher. They also said that Song Yan had been imprisoned for many years and had never been able to study, which was even more regrettable. If he had been nurtured from a young age, he would have been a talented person by now.

Most of the maids did not understand poetry, they simply thought that the scene of one person holding an umbrella while two people walked together was very romantic.

Women are always sentimental.

Unfortunately, the job of holding the umbrella was firmly in Gu Banxia's hands, and he refused to let her go no matter what. As a result, Kong Chan, Xueying and Dieyi were unable to experience the feeling of one person holding an umbrella for two people, but they did experience what it meant to be alone among fallen flowers!
I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Song Yan took the little rivalries between the girls to heart, but as long as they were not too excessive, he would not care about them and let them be.

Looking up, the Duke of Song's Mansion is right in front of me.

The misty drizzle made the plaque look a little blurry.

It was a bit chilly, so Song Yan tightened his clothes. According to the usual practice in previous years, it should be very hot at this time of year. This year might be a cold year, and for poor families, it would be difficult to survive the autumn and winter.

Thinking of this, Song Yan's thoughts went back to the past. It was the second year since he traveled to this world. He encountered the most severe winter in decades. He was almost frozen to death due to lack of food and clothing. Fortunately, his mother helped him to stay alive.

In fact, it shouldn't be so embarrassing. Mei Xue is a concubine after all, and he is also the illegitimate son of a duke. Even if his treatment is not as good as that of the first lady and the legitimate son, a pot of charcoal fire and a hand warmer are not a problem.

However, Song Hongtao never asked about the affairs in the rear house, and Yang's attitude towards his concubine and illegitimate sons and daughters was even worse. Even if they died inexplicably, Song Hongtao didn't care much, which made the servants bolder.

I don't know when it started, but dividing up the concubine's monthly salary became a way for servants to make money.

Under Yang's indulgence, even the charcoal quilts and cotton clothes distributed in winter would be snatched away. As for the concubines, illegitimate sons and daughters, no one cared whether they would freeze to death.

Anyway, she had given away everything that should be given. If someone still accidentally froze to death, it could probably be considered bad luck.

"Brother-in-law!"

A voice came to my ears.

A slight touch on the arm.

Turning his head, he saw Luo Tianyi. Seeing Song Yan standing there for too long, he couldn't help but poke his arm and reminded him in a low voice.

There was a hint of worry in his cold eyes.

Song Yan smiled and said, "I'm fine."

Then he took the gift list from Gu Banxia and walked towards the gate of the Song Mansion.

At the gate, there was a man in his thirties, the doorman Zhang Xiaoshan.

Song Yan was quite impressed by this person. It was said that this person was originally an orphan who was abandoned outside the Duke's Mansion in the middle of winter. That year, the grandfather of the Song family was already very old. Perhaps he wanted to do some good deeds to accumulate some merit for himself. In addition, the child was quite smart, so he asked someone to bring him into the Duke's Mansion. Because a steward named Zhang had no children, he gave the child to him to raise and named him Zhang Xiaoshan.

That year, Song Hongtao's eldest son Song Huai was born. The two became playmates since childhood, grew up together, and had a deep affection for each other.

When Song Huai went out to study, Zhang Xiaoshan accompanied Song Zhen again. With this relationship, he even found a job as a steward in the mansion. When Song Zhen grew up, he went to Yang to intercede for him and became a doorman in the Duke's Mansion.

From a modern perspective, a doorman is someone who guards the gate. However, in this era, being a doorman in a noble or official family is a job that is very powerful and promising.

If you want to visit my master, how can you do it without some benefits?
This is what is called a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister.

Last year, she married a maid in the Duke's Mansion and lived a comfortable life.

Thinking back, he had already arrived in front of Zhang Xiaoshan and handed him the gift list in his hand: "Please tell my father that I'm back."

Zhang Xiaoshan looked down on Song Yan. He glanced at him and spat, "A son-in-law wants to go through the main gate when he returns home? Go that way..."

As he said this, he pursed his lips and gestured to go through the side door.

Luo Tianyi, Gu Banxia, ​​and the other guards from the Luo family who came with them all looked a little ugly.

Zhang Xiaoshan had often bullied him before, so it was normal for him to look down on him. However, Song Yan didn't think Zhang Xiaoshan had the courage to bring shame to the Luo family, especially since Luo Yuheng had already become the county lord. Letting him go through the side door was most likely Yang's doing.

He couldn't help but think that the woman was nothing special. It was fine if she wanted to make things difficult for others, but a smart person would make sure that outsiders couldn't find any fault with her. Yang's behavior was inferior and only gave people something to talk about.

Song Yan sneered, not angry at all. He just glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan silently. After a brief pause, he slowly said, "Come to think of it, when you were a steward in the Duke's Mansion, you were in charge of my and my mother's area, right?"

Zhang Xiaoshan frowned, not sure what Song Yan wanted to say.

"You are so greedy. You deducted all the ten taels of silver from my monthly allowance and didn't leave a single copper coin for my mother." Song Yan's tone was flat, as if he was just narrating something that had nothing to do with him, without any emotion.

However, when Zhang Xiaoshan heard this, his face turned ugly.

Some things can be done but cannot be said.

If you say it out loud, you're breaking the rules.

"I still remember..." Song Yan sighed, "In the second year after I was born, a heavy snowstorm fell, crushing countless houses in Ningping County. Countless people were buried in the snow, never to wake up again."

"The charcoal, quilts, and cotton clothes that were distributed to us were all taken away by you."

Zhang Xiaoshan's fingers subconsciously curled up. "You still remember?" You're kidding. You were only two years old that year and you don't remember anything. It was probably Mei Xue who told him.

As if recalling the scene at that time, Song Yan curled up slightly: "It's really cold."

"The wind was howling, carrying icy shards with it. I almost thought I was going to freeze to death. Fortunately, my mother held me in her arms and managed to save my life. In your room, the charcoal fire burned day and night. You even sold your quilt and two sets of cotton clothes for one ounce and five cents of silver, and used them to buy a few jars of fine wine."

Song Yan smiled and said, "You are someone who knows how to enjoy yourself."

Gudong.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaoshan swallowed his saliva.

Somehow, Song Yan's calm attitude made his scalp tingle. He still didn't know what Song Yan was trying to do.

After exhaling again and briefly recalling the past, Song Yan spoke again: "Although I have my mother to protect me, the weather is too cold. I still caught a cold and my fever won't go away."

"I still remember that mother's face was always filled with worry. She begged you to call the court doctor, but you ignored her."

"Helplessly, mother can only give you a snow jade pendant that has been passed down from our family."

According to my mother, the two jade pendants were tokens of trust exchanged between my grandparents. One was carved with plum blossoms, and the other was branded with snowflakes. They were a pair, and they were given to my mother after she grew up.

Zhang Xiaoshan's face became even uglier.

Song Yan didn't care about Zhang Xiaoshan's expression. He seemed to mutter to himself, "You accepted the jade pendant, but you still refused to do anything. You even threatened my mother to give herself to you. You are just a servant, but you dared to lay your hands on my aunt. You are really audacious. Fortunately, my illness suddenly recovered. My mother burst into tears and even prayed for the gods' blessing."

In fact, there are no gods.

It was just that Song Yan swallowed a paracetamol tablet himself.

At that time, Song Yan was very small, his body was not well controlled, and he could not speak normally. Even if he had medicine, he could not unscrew the cap of the ibuprofen suspension. It took him a lot of effort to pick out the paracetamol tablet.

I still remember that the pill got stuck in my throat and I almost suffocated.

At this point, Song Yuyan changed the subject: "By the way, your wife seems to have been pregnant for quite some time, seven months? Eight months?"

Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help himself after all. He moved his throat and said, "You, what do you want to say?"

Song Yan chuckled and said casually, "I just want to say that you may never see what your child looks like."

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