The pension plan of the ancient cannon fodder woman

Chapter 278 Decorating the Wedding Room

The arm cannot twist the thigh, Su He thought frustratedly.

"Madam, it's okay. I will finish my third book in 10 days. I just took out the first half. You can take a look."

"Look! Real or fake daughter?"

Mrs. Chen and her husband excitedly took it out and looked through it. Of course, it was mainly Mrs. Chen who read it, as Mrs. Zhang didn't recognize many of the words.

Su He explained to Zhang's mother considerately.

Chen became more and more excited as she watched, and the first half was stuck on the scene of successful recognition of relatives.

"Submit the second half within seven days. We readers can't wait any longer. Ah Yuan, go find someone to copy a copy and send it to the capital. Humph, I have to make the money!"

Su He didn't refuse this time. In fact, she had already finished writing.

"Okay, okay, I will try my best to finish it."

That’s better, Chen smiled and took out two silver bills.

"Split the money!"

Beijing Military Minister's Mansion

study

"Dad, go and close this bookstore. And arrest Su Zhixing, the writer of the storybook. They are clearly slandering Mingsheng."

Before Wu Xian could change into court robes, he was caught by his daughter. Looking at his eldest daughter who was deceived by Li Mingsheng, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, wondering if it was a mistake to choose a son-in-law based on the list of candidates.

"I've asked the housekeeper to ask, and they said it was a coincidence, and it wasn't directed at Mingsheng at all, it was just a coincidence that the names were the same. And they're no longer selling this book, so let's just leave it at that."

Wu Suhong was not willing to do that. Mingsheng said that his colleagues had been secretly ostracizing him during this period. Seeing Mingsheng in such pain, she could not sit still.

"No, they must pay the price. Mingsheng can't even stay in the Imperial College. Dad, transfer him to the Ministry of War. I don't believe anyone in your territory will dare to show disrespect to Mingsheng."

"Nonsense! Who gave you the idea? Was it Li Mingsheng? Did he ask you to say it?"

Wu Suhong was a little scared when she saw her father who suddenly got angry, but when she thought of Mingsheng's haggard face, her courage came back.

"No one told me this, I just thought of it myself. Dad, do you have any objections to Mingsheng? What's wrong with letting Mingsheng come to the Ministry of War? His father-in-law is the boss of the Ministry of War. Who has any objection?"

Wu Xian looked at his brain-dead eldest daughter in shock, and felt that he, the Minister of War, might not be able to sit still.

"Don't mention the storybook anymore. Mingsheng will stay in the Imperial College. If you are not satisfied, find someone to send him to another place to serve as a county magistrate for training. You and Feifei can follow him."

What future is there in being a county magistrate? The countryside is not as good as the capital. Wu Suhong frowned and wanted to speak.

"If you are still not satisfied, you can find a solution yourself and never come back to your parents' home. A daughter who is married off is like spilled water."

Wu Xian asked the maid to pull his daughter out of the study room, "From now on, the eldest lady is not allowed to enter the mansion without my permission."

"Dad, what are you talking about? This is my home! Why can't I come in? Don't pull me, Mom! Dad is crazy, Mom!"

The two sturdy old women responded respectfully and dragged the still struggling Wu Suhong out of the Wu Mansion.

Wu Xian took the book in his hand and examined it carefully. On the yellow cover were six words written: Huang Chuner's New Life.

Su He happily collected the two thousand taels of silver and left the Zhao residence. She wanted to give the two brides some gifts of her own.

I have bought everything I needed, including clothes, furniture and kitchenware. I have everything I need. Su He thought as he went shopping.

"Shopkeeper, this red cloth is cheaper. I'll give you another ten cents and I'll buy half a foot more."

"Oh, if it's still cheap, I won't make any profit. So, I'll give you two more pieces of cloth. The price can't be lower."

Su He looked at the dazzling red color inside the cloth shop and had an idea in his mind.

The next day, five people and two carriages set off.

Su He lay in the carriage and memorized the yamen rules to the 400th one. Then he went into the space and ate some strawberries and cherries.

After taking a short break, she began writing her fourth novel, He Xiaocao's Search for Her Husband.

He Xiaocao was abducted and sold to Wu's family as a child bride. From then on, she worked like a slave, working day and night. Fifteen years later, they got married, and He Xiaocao became pregnant two months later. This was supposed to be a story of hardship before happiness, but who knew that there would be an unexpected storm, and a flood separated the couple.

He Xiaocao lost her home and her husband overnight, and had nothing except the child in her belly.

So she began to beg for food to support herself while looking for the Wu family. Her son Xiaobao was also born in a dilapidated temple. Five years later, He Xiaocao brought Xiaobao to Huangyun County with a group of beggars. They heard that the county magistrate's daughter was getting married today. To celebrate, the county magistrate would arrange for people to give out porridge at the city gate for three days.

He Xiaocao and her son finally had a full meal. She came every day, and on the last day, she heard that it was the magistrate's daughter and son-in-law who came in person. He Xiaocao looked at Wu Laoer, who was more charming than five years ago, and burst into tears. She did not rush to recognize her relatives, but hugged her son to fill her stomach and secretly inquired. It turned out that this was the magistrate's son-in-law. It turned out that the Wu family was all well in the city, and everyone was living well. Except for them, no one remembered her, and no one knew her son.

She had no intention of reporting to the police or recognizing her father. Before the mother and son left, He Xiaocao secretly pointed at Wu Laoer and told her son that this was his father.

Two years later, He Xiaocao was seriously ill. She managed to find a childless family to be her son's adoptive mother, and then she passed away with a heart full of despair and resentment.

Eighteen years later, Wu Laoer had risen to the fifth rank. He took his family to watch the parade of top scholar.

That number one scholar looked exactly like Wu Laoer.

What will He Xiaocao’s son do in the end?

Su He frowned and thought, let's arrange a story about a number one scholar suing an official. If we are going to sue, we should sue the highest official. Wu Lao Er ended up being demoted to a commoner.

"Lotus, lotus!"

Liu Bai knocked on the door with a frown. Su He was awakened by the knock and sat up suddenly. She was thinking too deeply.

"We're home, Xiaobai, move all the red paper I bought to the kitchen. After lunch, call the women in our village to come to the meeting."

Su He jumped off the carriage and ran away. She hurried back to her room to write down the outline so that she could write the beginning in the evening.

Half an hour later, all the women in the village came in.

"Lotus, should we have meetings separately from the men from now on?"

"Really? That's great. The air in the room is fresh. Those men don't like to take a shower. They always make me feel choked up. I can't even hear what Lotus is saying."

Jin Taozi was in high spirits as she was celebrating the good news. She walked in with her two daughters, laughing.

"Who will take care of the man? Is it expensive?"

"Whoever wants to care can care, the lotus flowers won't go away anyway."

"Sister Hehua, I heard that you designed two sets of clothes for Qingqing. I want them too. You can't be partial."

When Wang Lanlan thought of Wang Qingqing's two beautiful clothes, her heart was burning with excitement and she wanted to make two too.

Su He looked at Wang Qingqing's guilty eyes and agreed reluctantly.

"Comrades, please be quiet. Today we women have a meeting for one thing."

"That is to prepare for tomorrow's wedding."