Song Sui walked around the room for four or five times, stopped, and said, "Yun'er, I'll write to my father and ask him to send money to come."

"Master, this is unruly, and the old lady will not agree." Ji Yun lowered her eyelids and hid the sarcastic look in her eyes. This method was a pity that he could say. It would be better to use a knife to cut their flesh with two elders of the Song family.

Song Sui knew better than Ji Yun's legitimate mother's face, frowned, and continued to circle around the room. Ji Yun looked at him calmly, just because he was a illegitimate child, because he was a illegitimate child, and for his face, he didn't want to make him sad. Over the years, she has never treated the concubine's daughters on the surface. As long as they are scrupulous, she doesn't mind raising them, and will compensate them for the dowry in the future to get married. However, she doesn't want to make Song Ruohu thinks he is self-righteous. He eats her and uses her. Not only is he not grateful, but he also dares to plot against her precious daughter, and dares to say that she is not tolerant and generous. Well, this time she will let these people learn what harshness is, what is chicks, and what is the difference between legitimate and illegitimate child.

"Yun'er..." Song Sui stood in front of Ji Yun, wanting to speak but stopping.

"What did you think of by the master?" Ji Yun narrowed her eyes slightly. Don't let her guess. The way he thought of was to ask her to write a letter to ask her for money from her parents' home.

"Yun'er, please write a letter to your father-in-law and mother-in-law, and ask your father-in-law to send a few thousand taels of silver to make a turnaround." Song Sui said it was extremely difficult. Obviously, he knew it was too embarrassing to ask Ji Yun's family for money.

Ji Yun looked at him with a calm eyes and felt extremely disappointed. She slowly said, "I will write a book tomorrow for my parents and ask them to send some money."

Song Sui sat beside the bed and held Ji Yun's hand, "Yun'er, thank you... Thank you."

"Master, how should I use the money sent by my parents?" Ji Yun spyed on his thoughts.

"Buy medicine for you to treat the disease." Song Sui replied without hesitation.

"I bought medicine for the money to treat the disease, so where will the expenses of this family come from?" Ji Yun asked deliberately.

Song Sui thought of the expenses in the account book, frowned, had a salary, and had the profits of his family. How could life be like this?

Ji Yun saw his expression and knew what he was thinking. This man was like this. He solved the problem in front of him and began to be suspicious. He lowered his eyelids and said sarcastically: "Master, it's all useless. The master has a salary and the profits of his family. I also have a dowry in my hands, but he made the mansion into this field. I don't know how to manage the family, and it has to suffer with me. If I could manage the family more frugal, do things according to the rules of the clan, and do not listen to other people's gossip, and regard myself as a famous family, and take care of themselves everywhere. I have a group of servants at home, and have a lot of slaves in and out of cars and sedans, and I have been waiting for the front and back. I have completely forgotten the truth that the long-term flow of water and food every year, and I can't eat and drink for a long time. Master, it's useless, I don't know how to be thrifty. Master, I'm sorry for you. In the future, the master will marry again. I will definitely choose a virtuous woman who can manage the family and know how to be frugal."

After hearing this, Song Sui was ashamed and held Ji Yun's hand tightly, "Madam, don't say such things. The family affairs are for the husband and not considerate. We must live a frugal life in the future."

"Yun'er listens to Sanlang, and he can do whatever he wants." Ji Yun looked as if she trusted and relied on Song Sui.

"Yun'er, you can rest assured and have a husband for your family's affairs." Song Sui took great care of him.

"It's a good job..." Before he finished speaking, Ji Yun coughed quickly, implying that Song Ruoxi outside the house should be on the stage.

Song Ruoxi, who was listening to the noise with his ears pricked up, stood up, took the tray handed over by Rong Qiao, and sang: "Dad, it's time for me to take medicine."

"Take the medicine in quickly." Song Sui said hurriedly.

Song Ruoxi pushed open the empty door and walked in. Ji Yun gasped for two coughs, stared at Song Ruoxi, and asked, "Xi'er, where did you get the money to buy medicine?"

"I..." Song Ruoxi bit the corner of his lips lightly, and said like mosquito ants, "I...I asked the silkworm girl to go out and be some jewelry."

"You kid, those jewelry are for you to wear when you go out. If you get rid of it, what will you wear when you go out in the future?" Ji Yun said as she pounded the bed.

"My mother is sick. Xi'er has the intention to go out as a guest. She still takes up space there. It's better to use it as a silver to buy medicine for her mother." Song Ruoxi walked to the edge of the bed, put the tray on the short table, fed Ji Yun and pulled the silk palette and pressed the corner of her mouth.

"Xi'er, it's my mother who has dragged you down." Ji Yun cried.

"As long as my mother's illness can be cured, even if Xi'er wants to wear coarse cloth clothes, jingle hairpins, and eat simple food from now on, Xi'er is willing."

Song Sui then discovered that Song Ruoxi had only a white orchid hairpin on his bun, and there was no jewelry at all, and he was wearing a string of rosary on his wrist.

Ji Yun hugged Song Ruoxi, "Xi'er, my mother's good daughters are all bad mothers. They are all coquettish. They are all with you. Only you have lived alone in the temple for five years. When you return home, you will still suffer grievances and suffer with suffering. Mom is sorry for you."

"Mom, my daughter is not afraid of hardship. As long as you are well, my mother, our family is neatly together, and my daughter will be willing to suffer no matter how hard it is." Song Ruoxi reached out and hugged Ji Yun, trying to say this in a crying voice.

Looking at his heartbroken wife and daughter who were crying and heartbroken, Song Sui was busy comforting her and had no time to think about why her family was so poor in just ten days.

When Ji Yun and Song Ruoxi slowly calmed down, Song Huai, who had been waiting for a long time, took turns to appear, "Mom, Huai'er is back."

Song Sui's face was slightly dark. This evil son, his mother was seriously ill. He didn't serve the sick beside the bed, and he ran outside to wander around! He returned home so late.

Song Huai walked in and saw Song Sui, showing a surprised expression, "Dad?"

"Huai'er, can the Zhuangzi be sold?" Ji Yun couldn't wait to ask Song Huai for help.

"Mom, the farm sold it, but it was too fast, and it only sold 1,800 taels of silver." Song Huai lowered his head and said.

"Madam, Huai'er is young, how could you let him do this?" Song Sui frowned.

"Master, I don't know that Huai'er is too young, but this matter cannot be known to outsiders. If others know, the prefect's family is so poor that it will sell the farm and the shops, it will be too embarrassing." Ji Yun explained with grievance.

Song Sui sighed.

"Mom, if you don't have any inner bride, what's the use of seeking face?" Song Huai asked in a deep voice.

Ji Yun leaned weakly on Song Ruoxi's shoulder and said, "The Song family is a prominent family, and your father is a fifth-rank prefect. You have to take care of your face here and you can't lose anything."

"Mom, you are just worried about this and that, working too hard, thinking too much, and being stuck in your heart, and never saying it out. Over time, you will be depressed in your heart and have poor qi and blood, and you will be sick like a mountain of falling down." Song Huai wiped his tears with heartache.

Song Ruoxi chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Mom, the Buddha said, there is nothing perfect in this world, and we cannot seek everything."

Ji Yun closed her eyes and said nothing.

Song Huai took the silver note out of his arms and presented it to Song Sui with both hands. "The doctor said that my mother was too tired and should be treated slowly. Before she recovered, she should not work hard, otherwise the old illness would not be cured and new innovations would be added."

Song Ruoxi also quickly took out the purse containing the broken silver, "Dad, my mother is sick and can't handle housework. I'll ask my dad to take charge of everything."

Song Sui then followed the thousand-eight-hundred taels of silver bills and those few taels of silver, which were mixed with all kinds of flavors.

"Dad, in the future, I don't have to ride a carriage, I don't have to bring so many followers when I go there. As long as Xiao Bing and Xiao Ding can do it, it can save some expenses." Song Huai took the initiative to reduce the number of people serving.

"Dad, I have a small appetite and can't eat much food. From now on, one dish and one soup will be good for each meal. Five dishes and one soup will be too wasteful." Song Ruoxi took the initiative to lower the standard of using dishes.

"Xi'er, Huai'er." Song Sui looked at the sensible children in front of him. His beard was trembling under his jaw and his eyes were red.

In this drama, Ji Yun combines director, screenwriter and starring. She directs well, writes well, and acts better. The next thing she expected will develop as she expected.

Song Sui thought for a long time and decided to take care of his face first and then take care of the inside. He considered that Ji Yun was ill and his wife was the main wife, so he could not reduce the person who served her in the room. Song Ruoxi was the daughter of the temple and suffered for many years. She could not let her go home and suffer any more. The people in the yard could not be reduced. He and Song Huai went out, so he could not be embarrassed, and the manpower could not be reduced. After all, he could reduce the amount of the aunt and the concubines.

Song Ruohu, who was confined, did not know that these changes had occurred at home. When he saw the maid's regular dishes, there were only two dishes and one soup, he was furious and reached out to knock the food to the ground and said sternly: "You go and call Zhou Xian's family to see me. I want to ask if the family is too poor to lose the pot? Even the regular dishes that I, the big girl, ate, are not delivered according to the number?"

Song Ruohu was still restrained in his temper on Song Sui and Ji Yun. In the yard, his temper was always irritable. He was so scared that his maid ran out and called Zhou Xian's family.

"Tell me what's going on?" Song Ruohu asked sternly at the food on the ground.

Zhou Xian's face said with a smile: "Grandma, please calm down and listen to my servants' explanation slowly. The girl hasn't gone out for a long time, and I don't know that the rules in this mansion have been changed. From now on, the young master and the girls' examples are two dishes, one soup, one meat and one vegetable."

"Who changed this rule?" Song Ruohu asked coldly.

"The rules were changed by the master."

"My father has always been careless about the back house, so how could he change the rules?" Song Ruohu stared at Zhou Xian's family with fierce eyes, "It was the wife who asked you to deduct my food, right?"

Zhou Xian's family said expressionlessly: "Mrs. She is just an ignorant woman in the inner house, not Guanyin Bodhisattva in the temple, and cannot be equal to all living beings. She treats people with closeness and distantness, and is entrusted by the old lady. It is better to leave this family to a fair and wise master to manage it, and then it will definitely make everyone happy and everything will be satisfied."

Song Ruohu looked puzzled, "Are you saying that the wife is not a housekeeper?"

"The master is at home today and is now organizing the account book in the inner study. If the eldest girl doesn't believe that the rule was changed by the master, she will go to the study and ask the master."

"Okay, I'll ask my father now, if you dare to lie to me, I won't let you have a good life." Song Ruohu asked the maids to wait for her to wash and change clothes.

Zhou Xian's family gave a wink and pushed the bamboo apricot quota to serve Song Ruohu's maid Chunyan. Chunyan knew it and deliberately took out a brand new satin-shaped silk-haired double-breasted croaker and water-red long skirt to change it to Song Ruohu.

"The big girl goes to see the master, but she has to dress up well. She makes the master happy when she sees it. Maybe she doesn't have to be trapped in the room every day to copy those things." Chunyan smiled while helping Song Ruohu tie the bun.

Song Ruohu smiled. As long as she pleased her father, she would not have to stop her. She looked at her hands wrapped in a cloth belt and snorted coldly.

Chunyan helped her put on the golden phoenix shaking on her bun, a red gold beaded flower hairpin, a silk beaded gold hairpin, a green beaded gold earring, a pair of live beaded gold bracelets on her left hand, and a pair of live beaded gold bracelets on her right hand.

Chunyan accompanied Song Ruohu to the study to meet Song Sui, and Zhou Xian's family went to Ji Yun's room, "Madam, the eldest girl is going to meet the master."

Ji Yun picked up a chopstick without any thorns and put it on Song Ruoxi, and smiled and said, "Well done, go and tell the butler, thank you for your hard work, I will give you double monthly money next month."

"Thank you, my wife." Zhou Xian's bowed and stepped out and said.

"Mom, when are you planning to recover from illness?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"I will be cured when your third uncle sends the money." Ji Yun said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi was stunned, "Mom, are you really writing a letter to ask for money?"

"It's not that you want silver. That silver is a part of the business every year. Xi'er, guess how much is that silver?"

Song Ruoxi used Song Sui's salary as the basis and guessed: "100,000 taels of silver?"

Ji Yun leaned into her ear and chuckled, "After 500,000 taels of silver every year, your third uncle sent me 150,000 taels, and the rest will be stored in the Daxiang silver number. When you get married, my mother will definitely prepare ten miles of red makeup for you."

Song Ruoxi widened his eyes, "What kind of business is the third uncle doing? Can he make so much money?"

"What's in the sea?" Ji Yun asked.

Song Ruoxi's eyes lit up, "Salt!"

Ji Yun laughed, "My son, can you do this salt business casually? Think about it carefully."

Song Ruoxi's face turned slightly red and said, "Fish?"

Ji Yun shook her head, "How much money can you make by selling fish?"

Song Ruoxi thought for a moment, "Pearl?"

"Your third uncle does have pearls for raising pearls, but there are other things, think about it again." Ji Yun was very tempted.

"Mom, don't ask me to guess, okay? Just tell me directly!" Song Ruoxi was impatient, putting his chopsticks, hugging Ji Yun's arm, and shook her.

"Oh, bad girl, stop shaking, mom is going to make you fall apart!" Ji Yun pointed at her forehead with her finger, "My impolite daughter!"

Song Ruoxi smiled and let go of his hand, "Speak quickly."

"Your third uncle raised a kind of fragrant fish. He raised the fragrant fish to about three or two, dried it, ground it into powder, and made into spices. It smells fragrant and does not dissipate for a long time. One or two is worth a thousand gold."

"What kind of fragrant fish?" Song Ruoxi had never heard of such a strange spice made of fish.

"I haven't seen it before. I heard from your third uncle that there are not many such fish, and there are only two or three hundred in the pond, and it is very difficult to raise. It takes three or two taels to raise, and it takes a month to raise small fish eggs until half a pound."
To be continued...