"What?"

Erlang's neck was crooked, and his ears were sent forward.

"What do you say, someone dares to say that this holy reward house belongs to his family?"

"Got fat?"

Jiro slapped his palm on the table and stood up with a whoosh.

"Let's go, let's go over and have a look, I want to know which guy ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to come to our Song Mansion to spread wild."

As soon as Erlang expanded his chest, his slightly thin body was stunned and walked out of the momentum of his big waist and round waist.

…………

At this time, at the gate of the Song Mansion.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a brand-new official uniform, walked with his hands behind his back, and looked around with small eyes.

At the same time, his mouth also said with words, "Not bad! Not bad! ”

"The yard is nicely laid out, spacious enough and tasteful enough! Make-do, make-do. ”

The man commented as he paced forward.

But as soon as he stepped out, he was blocked by several subordinates of the Song Mansion.

"This official, do you have an invitation?"

"Invitation?"

"Humph!"

The man snorted and patted his chest, "The official is entering the mansion, and he still needs an invitation?" ”

"The eyes don't wipe the bright spots, every eye sees."

The man's small eyes were horizontal, he smiled, and he raised his neck and said, "Lord ...... today"

"Ahem!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the man immediately straightened his chest and turned his back again, "This official is in a good mood today, so I won't worry about you." ”

"Otherwise, I have to deduct 100 of your salary."

"That's it! Come on! ”

The man waved his hand.

"Quick, go quickly, call out all the masters of your family to greet ......"

"Ahem! Come and greet this ......."

"I want to see which official dares to be powerful in my Song Mansion."

Before the Erlang people arrived, the sound arrived first.

When the man heard this, his eyes lit up, he pinched his waist, and roared, "You! Old! Father! ”

Well? Dad?

Hearing this voice, Song Qingyuan and the others were stunned at the same time.

I thought of a possibility......

Scum daddy, here!

As they took a step, the crowd quickened their pace.

After a few breaths, I saw Song Chengyi, who was blocked by his subordinates.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Second uncle!"

Song Qingyuan and the others called at the same time.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Song Qingyuan was surprised, the scumbag father not only came, but also wore an official uniform.

"It's ......"

Song Qingyuan said, and saw Ah Er who was following Song Chengyi.

Seeing this, Ah Er immediately stepped forward and said, "The slave has seen the master." ”

Minion?

Master?

As soon as Song Qingyuan showed a puzzled look, Ah Er explained, "The slave was ordered by the lord to escort Song Erye into Beijing. ”

"Huh?"

"Ahem!"

Song Chengyi's eyes were horizontal.

The corners of Ah Er's mouth twitched, and he changed his words, "The slave was ordered by Lord Xiao to escort Lord Song into Beijing. ”

"At the same time, the lord gave the slave to the master to be a coachman."

Ah Er briefly explained the reason why he appeared here, and what Xiao Jingduo explained.

Being a coachman?

Song Qingyuan smiled, and Yu Guang swept his red sleeves playfully.

She still remembers that Red Sleeves said before that she would rather marry a coachman than a secret guard.

It's a coincidence, now Ah Er has changed from a secret guard to a coachman, is this intentional, or is it a godsend?

Anyway, the possibility of the two being together has gone one step further.

"Let's stop standing here, let's go in and talk!"

Song Qingyuan beckoned.

For a moment, in the living room.

The tea gas spread, Song Chengyi held the teacup in one hand and the teacup lid in the other, learning from the official master, and gently skimmed the tea leaves.

"Hoo ......"

I blew it, put it to my mouth and sipped it gently, and said matter-of-factly, "Good tea!" Good tea! ”

"The taste is sweet, the aftertaste is endless, it is really a good tea!"

"Daddy!"

Saburo smiled wryly.

"This tea was brought from home by Brother Da Lang and I a year ago."

"Poof!"

Song Chengyi squirted out a sip of tea.

Stretched out his sleeve and wiped his mouth, pointed at San Lang and said, "You little rabbit cub, take the broken tea at home and give it to your father, your father hurts you in vain." ”

Song Chengyi's small eyes swept away, and when he looked like a teacup, he looked disgusted.

"Dad, when you're at home, isn't that what you drink from this kind of broken tea?"

"Why, I used to be able to drink, but now I can't?"

Song Qingyuan glanced at him.

"Hey, hey!"

Song Chengyi grinned, leaned on the chair, and Erlang's legs were cocked, "Can it be the same!" ”

"Now, my daughter is the county lord of the emperor's own title, and my father is naturally rising."

"And ......"

Song Chengyi's hand slapped on his chest, to be exact, on his official uniform.

"Did you see it, my father is also an official of the imperial court now, and he is the eighth grade."

Song Chengyi stretched out two fingers and made a gesture of eight.

"Zheng Bapin, what official?"

Song Qingyuan hurriedly asked.

When she saw the scumbag father just now, she wanted to ask, why did the scumbag father put on an official uniform in a blink of an eye.

Could it be the identity that Lord Xiao helped to lift?

Song Qingyuan's eyes looked at Ah Er, but he saw Ah Er shaking his head imperceptibly.

No?

Song Qingyuan frowned, and looked at Song Chengyi with an inquiring gaze.

At the same time, there are also Da Lang, Erlang, San Lang, and Shen Biqing.

There are five people in the family, their eyes are burning, and their eyes are full of curiosity.

Song Chengyi saw it in his eyes, smiled proudly, shook his head and sold Guanzi.

"It's a long story, and we have to start from that day......"

It turned out that a month ago, when Wang Shilang and Song Chengyi were playing mahjong, they inadvertently mentioned that the waste materials for the construction of the national temple were increasing day by day.

If this continues, I am afraid that the silver taels allocated by the imperial court will not be able to complete the construction.

Wang Shilang was worried for a while, and even his thoughts about playing mahjong faded, and he looked listless.

And at this time, Song Chengyi learned from the "fox friends and dog friends" who used to eat and drink together that there were people in Yulin County who were selling building materials.

When he first heard the news, when he thought about it, Song Chengyi kept it in mind.

With the help of a few friends who drink and meat, I found the people who resold building materials.

It was found out that the building materials sold came from the national temple.

And the black hands behind the scenes are the two officials of the Ministry of Industry under Wang Shilang.

This move caught corrupt officials and maintained the construction of the national temple, which can be regarded as a great achievement.

So, Wang Shilang waved his pen, put on the fold, handed it to the court, and directly asked for Song Chengyi's seal.

"Haha! Ha ha! ”

Song Chengyi's laughter resounded throughout the living room.

proudly showed off, "Dad, this mahjong is not played for nothing, and he is an eight-grade official." ”

"Hey, hey!"

Song Chengyi's eyes narrowed and rubbed his hands, "Although Dad is not as good as Yuan'er, Dad is better than your Lord." ”

"What do you say, blue is better than blue!"

"Dad is stronger than your father, Yuan'er is stronger than Dad, this old Song family, isn't it that one generation is stronger than the other!"

"Thriving, hehe, good sign, good sign!"

Song Chengyi said as he slapped the table to express his excitement...... I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~