husband and wife

Chapter 373

"I have business to do now, and I'll let you have a good time when I'm done."

Su Wan's words didn't work, Song Liangchen continued: "I want to get out of the car!"

Song Ziheng glanced at him lightly, and only said two words: "Be obedient."

Song Liangchen actually flattened his mouth, and really stopped talking, Su Wan said in surprise and envy: "He actually listens to you more."

While the family of three were talking, the carriage had slowly driven into Rongshu Village. The houses in the village were small and dilapidated, and they were indeed poorer than the town.It was evening, and there was a 50-[-]-year-old woman standing outside the gate of a courtyard, carrying a cage and trying to drive ducks into the cage. Song Liangchen was watching from the window for a few minutes and wanted to get out of the car.

The auntie was wearing a dark gown that was patched, it was washed white, and she looked even more ragged. Under the scorching sun for a long time, her skin was tanned, and the wrinkles on her face were as deep as gullies.

Perhaps it was because she was almost overwhelmed by the poor life, and her expression was full of bitterness and hatred.

He watched the duckling enter the cage dully, with a little indifference in his eyes, not at all as enthusiastic as the villagers of Kuwan Town. He clearly heard the sound of a carriage entering the village, but he was not interested in looking up.

Instead, Xiaolu got out of the car and stood in front of the other party: "Ma'am, I want to ask which house your village chief lives in?"

"Village head?" The aunt raised her head when she heard the words, she caught a glimpse of Xiaolu's bright water skirt, a gleam of light appeared in her eyes, and her eyes paused slightly on the hollow gold hairpin on top of her head, she quickly put down the wooden stick in her hand, feeling a little embarrassed Rubbing his hands together, "What are you looking for from the village chief?"

"There are some things to discuss, the aunt can just show me the way, it's troublesome."

"The village chief may not be back yet, so I'll take you there first. If there's no one in his house, I'll look for you on the mountain."

Xiaolu chuckled: "Thank you so much, Madam."

"Miss, wait for me for a while." The aunt turned and went back to the house. When she came out, she hugged a one-year-old doll in her arms, and walked along while coaxing, "Good baby, grandma will take you to the village chief's house to play."

"Mom, that baby is younger than me!"

A clear and clear child's voice suddenly came from the carriage, and the aunt was stunned for a moment. It happened that Xiaolu had already reported her family name, and asked her name, she hurriedly replied: "My old man's surname is Zhou, just call me Mrs. Zhou."

Xiaolu smiled and said, "Ms. Zhou."

While talking, they had already walked to the side of the carriage, and the carriage moved forward slowly.

Suddenly, a white and tender arm emerged from the window and grabbed Xiaolu's hairpin. Xiaolu raised her head and met a delicate and beautiful face: "Aunt Lu."

Xiaolu also pursed her lips and smiled: "What is the order of the young master?"

Song Liangchen handed over a small dish of coconut milk cake from the carriage, and said generously, "For the little baby."

Su Wan teased him: "If you eat it for the little baby, you will lose yourself."

"It's okay, I've grown up." Song Liangchen puffed out his small chest when he said this, not to mention how arrogant he was.

Xiaolu took the little plate and said, "I thanked the young master on behalf of the little baby."

Aunt Zhou was already staring blankly at the side, until Xiaolu handed over the plate, before she recovered, the little doll in her arms reached out and grabbed a piece spontaneously, stuffing it into her mouth quickly, but Aunt Zhou was muttering to herself Saying: "In most of my life, my old lady has never seen such a decent little boy who looks like the little fairy boy next to the fairy portrait."

Xiaolu proudly said: "My young master looks like a young lady, he is indeed prettier than other children."

Only then did Aunt Zhou come to her senses, she raised her eyes and looked at Xiaolu: "Young girl is dressed so decently, but she is... a servant?"

"I am the dowry maid of my young lady."

"Who's maid dresses up so decently, she's almost as good as the master..." Aunt Zhou still didn't believe it, she thought about it before asking, "The girl's master is..."

Xiaolu shook her head mysteriously: "I can't say."

Aunt Zhou's eyes flickered, and she approached her ear and whispered: "I have met the magistrate, the master of the girl's house is Bizhixian..."

Before she finished speaking, Xiaolu just smiled lightly, her eyes were full of pride: "How can a mere county magistrate compare with my master? Don't ask about these things, my aunt." My son-in-law is the champion!

Aunt Zhou's expression was serious when she heard the words, and her eyes were full of awe. She was much older than the county magistrate, and it was indeed beyond her ability to inquire.

These village chiefs will take care of them, so she'd better not meddle in her own business.

Rongshu Village is really depressed. There are obviously many houses, but the doors of each house are locked, or the doors are open but no one can be seen. A group of people walked from the village head to the village chief's house in the innermost part of the village. The villagers they saw along the way, Can count on two hands.

Song Ziheng was sitting in the car, his brows were deeply furrowed watching this scene.

Rongshu Village is not smaller than Songjia Village, and the population should be quite large, but I don't know why the villagers don't unite for development, and live in such a desolate life.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, I finally arrived at the village chief's house. The yard was relatively large, and the tiles used to build the house were green tiles. It looked worse than the worst house in Songjia Village, but it was already the most decent house in Rongshu Village. , Aunt Zhou shouted outside the courtyard: "The village chief, the village chief—"

(End of this chapter)