When Li Daqi was admitted to the Xiangzhou Juren as the first place in the test, he immediately became the focus of attention from all parties. At that time, Li Daqi had not yet gotten married, and many wealthy families in Tangyin County were concerned about his marriage. In the end, the patriarch Li Wenyou was the matchmaker. Li Daqi married Ding Jiaoyun, the second daughter of Ding Zhong, a wealthy family in Tangbei Township, as his wife.

The following year, Ding Jiaoyun gave birth to a son Li Yanqing for Li Daqi. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Li Daqi committed the Cizhou imperial examination case. Ding Zhong immediately asked his daughter to divorce Li Daqi and marry another person, but Ding Jiaoyun refused to obey.

Li Daqi's self-deprecation made his family increasingly poor, and his son was a fool again. Ding Jiaoyun was worried about poverty and could not afford to get sick. He died soon after.

After Ding Jiaoyun died of illness, he was buried in the cemetery of his parents' family. Although it was not in line with the etiquette, Ding Zhong's strength also left Li Daqi helpless. Not only that, Ding Zhong also shaved hundreds of stagnant of funeral expenses from Li Daqi, which can be regarded as compensation for his loss of marrying his daughter.

It was such a cruel and selfish father-in-law who never cared about the life and death of the Li family. When he heard that his grandson would win the championship in a boy and was favored by the magistrate, he felt that his grandson was a rare person, so he wanted to make up with Li Daqi again.

In the afternoon, Li Daqi and his son left the official road and walked a few miles of field paths. A village suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Qing'er, that's the Ding family mansion!"

Li Daqi pointed to a mansion with white walls and black tiles at the entrance of the village, "I brought your mother home from here!"

Li Daqi looked at Xiaolu, as if the scene of marrying Yun Niang appeared in front of him again, and his eyes were a little wet.

"Dad, don't forget, I just fell off the donkey and was injured in my leg and couldn't kowtow!"

Li Daqi quickly wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes, and smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't want to kowtow, don't kowtow! Why do you find so many reasons?"

"Isn't this giving my father a face? It saves us from the time when my father can't come out of Taiwan."

Li Daqi rolled his eyes. Is this called giving face?

The father and son walked to the door, and Zhuang Ding immediately ran into the house to report. After a moment, Ding Zhong, his hind wife and two sons came out, and Ding Zhong smiled all over his face.

"Great talent, this is wrong for you. I haven't come to see your father-in-law for so many years!"

Without waiting for Li Daqi to answer, he continued: "Of course, I know that you will think of others when you see things, but people cannot be resurrected. Try to think more easily!"

Li Daqi nodded silently and bowed, "Son-in-law, see my father-in-law!"

Ding Zhong winked at his two sons and asked them to support Li Daqi away. He is not very interested in Li Daqi now, and he only has a strong interest in his grandson Li Yanqing.

The two brother-in-laws quickly stepped forward to hold Li Daqi, "Brother-in-law, let's go have a drink. I've been missing for a few years. I must punish my brother-in-law three drinks first!"

Li Daqi was dragged away by them, so he had to turn around and said, "Father-in-law, give Qing'er some injury medicine, and he has a little hurt on his knee."

Ding Zhong looked at the grandson in front of him with a smile. He had only met Li Yanqing when he was born. Six or seven years have passed in a flash, and his grandson has become a handsome man.

He was waiting for his grandson to kowtow to him, but when he heard Li Daqi's words, he was shocked and asked with concern: "Where did you fall? Let's see for your grandfather."

Li Yanqing pointed to his knee and grinned, "I fell off the donkey and injured my knee."

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Go and invite Dr. Yang."

"Go and get the rattan rack again!"

Ding Zhong's series of orders made his family fumbling, but he forgot that the little official had not kowtowed to the master yet!

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Li Daqi came to Ding Zhong's house just to visit his wife's grave. After he insisted, Ding Zhong had to ask his son to bring his son-in-law and grandson to his daughter's grave.

Because my grandson was coming, in order to give her a good impression, Ding Zhong specially asked someone to clean up the weeds on the tomb in advance and add some new soil, which looked pleasant, but the tombstone made Li Daqi and his son darken their faces.

‘The Tomb of the Beloved Girl’

The word "Li" was not mentioned, as if it was dead without marriage.

The brother-in-law Ding Wen, who brought them, had a quick mind and quickly smiled and said, "My father meant that he wanted Qing'er to write a tombstone for his mother, so he was waiting for Qing'er to grow up. Now, Qing'er will leave his words for his mother! We will engrave the monument immediately."

Li Yanqing stood silently in front of the mother's grave of the Song Dynasty. Although he had no impression of this mother, he also knew that his mother had a very miserable life and must have loved him thousands of times, but in the end he had to part with his son's life and death.

Thinking of this mother who had never enjoyed a good fortune for a day, Li Yanqing's nose felt sore and his eyes became a little wet. He slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to his mother.

Ding Zhong, who was standing in the distance, snorted dissatisfied. He just shouted that his legs hurt and refused to kneel down to him. Now his knees don’t hurt anymore?

"Master, Qing'er's legs hurt so much and she still kneels down to her mother. She is a filial and good child!" Ding Zhong's back wife said in a mood.

Ding Zhong glared at his back wife fiercely, turned around and left with a dark face.

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Although Li Daqi will never spend the night at his father-in-law's house, in order to visit the graves of his deceased wife during the Qingming Festival, Li Daqi persuaded Li Yanqing to stay for dinner.

The canteen was filled with dishes, with Ding Zhong, his wife and two sons accompanying him. The Song people sat around and shared meals. Although everyone sat together, everyone still ate their own meals, and everyone was placed in front of them.

At this time, the sound of ring pendants sounded, and a strong fragrance came to my face. A young woman walked out of the inner room. She looked twenty-five and six years old, tall and fat, with countless lead powder applied on her face, as white as paper, and her original skin color was not visible at all.

She was wearing a wealthy dress, a white fox fur coat, a gold-printed pleated skirt, and a pair of spring shoes embroidered with gold thread and pearls.

She wore a few big gold bracelets on her wrist and ten rings on her fingers, but what made Li Yanqing feel strange was that she actually had a crow bun, which was the symbol of an unmarried woman, which was not consistent with her age.

The woman glanced at Li Daqi shyly and sat down next to Li Daqi. Li Daqi was so scared that she shook her whole body and a glass of wine spilled halfway.

Li Yanqing was surprised, who is this woman?

Li Daqi seemed very afraid of this young woman. He leaned against his son and introduced him to his son: "Qing'er, this is your aunt!"

It turned out to be his mother's sister. Li Yanqing hurriedly greeted with a smile, "Hello, aunt!"

"So it's Qing'er, he's growing taller!"

The woman was insincere. Although she was the eldest aunt, she had never seen Li Yanqing before. How could she talk about growing taller? Her scary big almond eyes glanced at Li Daqi again, and her eyes fell on Li Daqi, and she squeezed out a delicate voice and asked, "Daqi, how long have you been here? Why don't you come to see me?"

‘Puff!’ Li Yanqing couldn’t help laughing and burst out. He saw that his father was going to have a good luck in love.

Li Daqi glared at his son fiercely. Where did the brat think of it? This is the aunt.

"Eat wine! Eat wine!"

Ding Zhong smiled and smoothed the scene. Everyone started to drink. However, Li Yanqing looked at the aunt with interest. She saw that her lovely eyes were always with her father, but her father was obviously afraid of the aunt, and her body was stiff and she didn't dare to look at her. It was so cold that she actually sweated down.

"Have you ever considered re-stringing?" After three rounds of wine, Ding Zhong asked Li Daqi with the intention of drinking.

It was a bit embarrassing to ask the son-in-law at the dinner table, but the topic was so eye-catching. The two brothers-in-law stopped the wine glasses, and even Li Yanqing was curious. Does the Ding family really want to marry his aunt to his father again?

Li Daqi was not vague about this question. He shook his head like a rattle, "Young son-in-law never thought of this!"

"There is no need to be a stubborn son-in-law. Marrying a wife is a matter of human ethics. How can there be no wife in the room? The son-in-law is only 32 years old this year and is still so young. Of course, he should consider marrying a bride again. At least someone can take care of Qing'er. The son-in-law cannot just consider himself!"

Li Daqi has a deep affection for his deceased wife and is also guilty. He never wants to marry another wife, but his father-in-law is cunning and tells the story of his son Wu Niang, which makes Li Daqi speechless for a moment and has to drink and remain silent.

Li Yanqing became even more curious and asked directly: "Does my grandfather plan to introduce the bride to my father?"

Ding Zhong stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Your aunt is widowed at home. She is only twenty-six years old. I think one is widowed and the other is widowed. Isn't it just right to match it!"

Li Daqi almost squirted out a sip of wine, and he wanted to marry the tigress around him to himself. Can Li Daqi survive?

Ding Zhong has two daughters, but his personalities are completely opposite. His second daughter Ding Jiaoyun is gentle and virtuous, and everyone praises him. His eldest daughter Ding Jiaoqiu is a shrew, kicking the door and scolding the streets, bullying the old and Ling's young. Everyone in Dingjia Village is afraid of her, and she is nicknamed the mother big worm.

Li Daqi was panicked, so he was a little unscrupulous and hurriedly said, "Didn't my aunt remarry last spring? Why are she still at home?"

The fat aunt next to her suddenly had a little bad look, and she said coldly after a while: "My husband died at the end of the year, so I have to come back."

Li Yanqing secretly stuck out his tongue. Before Neo-Confucianism emerged, it was common for women in the Song Dynasty to remarry women. Even the empress dowager remarryed when she was young, not to mention that the private women had no problem remarrying. The problem was that they remarryed at the beginning of the year and died at the end of the year. Now it is the second day of the Lunar New Year, so how anxious the family is.

Seeing his father's disbelief, Li Yanqing relieved his father and said, "Dad, grandpa is joking with you! How can a marriage matter be settled at the table casually? Grandpa will not be rude."

Li Daqi got help from his son and quickly climbed up, "Of course Daddy knows, no matter what your business is, eat quickly! There are important things in the family, Daddy has to rush back."

Ding Zhong glared at Li Yanqing. This kid is not old and has a lot of ghosts. He also has an idea to marry his eldest daughter to Li Daqi. He witnessed Li Daqi's family building a new house, everything is new, and he also got a job with a good income. The key is that he has a strong son. The eldest daughter is not a loss to marry Li Daqi, and can fully control their father and son. He doesn't have to listen to his daughter crying and telling her that she wants to get married all day long. It can be said that she kills two birds with one stone.

But Li Yanqing blocked his mouth with just one word. How could he talk about marriage at the dinner table? He really couldn't continue talking about it. Well, he wouldn't be anxious to talk to their patriarch for a moment.

Unexpectedly, another person involved was annoyed. Ding Jiaoqiu stood up suddenly, and the dishes in front of him were overturned. The momentum of his strength scared Li Daqi beside him, his face was as bright as earth.

Ding Zhong knew that his daughter was going to be arbitrary, and he was very anxious. He stomped his daughter under the table. Ding Jiaoqiu finally restrained his temper and stomped his feet shyly, "Dad, I don't want it!"

She turned around and ran away shyly, everyone was covered in goosebumps.

Li Yanqing looked at his father with great sympathy. He must have learned the power of this aunt that he was so afraid.

Ding Zhong knew that there would be no result today, so he stopped mentioning this matter and said with a smile: "Son-in-law, since there is something wrong with the clan tomorrow, of course, the family matter is the most important thing. I won't stop you, but why did Qing'er leave too? His knee was injured. Isn't it just right to keep him here for two days?"

Li Daqi was stunned for a moment. Now his son is just taking it upon himself. How can he answer?

Li Yanqing said calmly: "Grandpa doesn't know anything. The grandson will pay New Year's greetings to the magistrate tomorrow morning. He has already agreed in advance that he will not go!"

Li Daqi was shocked. How could his son be involved in the magistrate? This is too bold and arrogant!

Ding Zhong's eyes narrowed into a slit. Is his grandson promising? He actually went to greet the magistrate. This is true, but he is still fooling himself! His eyes rolled and he smiled and said, "Then I will let the carriage take you there. Since I have to walk at night, it is more convenient to ride the carriage."
To be continued...