The constable from Jingzhao Prefecture went to the Meng family for less than two cups of tea and went to the Guo family, the east neighbor of the Jiang family. It turned out that it was not that the Meng family was the murderer who came to lock the person, but that they were investigating the case!

The disappointed Mr. Jiang Er stared at Meng San who was wearing a hat in front of the Meng family, feeling that he was very disliked, "Baoer, get a persimmon and hit him!"

Jiang Bao looked up and said, "The persimmons on the Meng family tree are picked and cannot be smashed."

There is no wind today. There is no persimmon on the tree in front of the house, and a big persimmon fell off his head. Isn’t this obvious that someone is attacking him?

Mr. Jiang Er pointed to the big fat bird squatting on the persimmon branch in front of the Meng family, "Use bird shit!"

The clever Jiang Houer immediately shoveled a pile of cow shit with a shovel, "Baoer, use this!"

Can your bird pull out cow shit? Who doesn't know on this street that the Jiang family raises a group of cows? Jiang Bao gave Jiang Houer a white look and saw Jaune shoveling a shovel of chicken shits, and winked and imitating Jiang Houer's tone, "Baoer, use this!"

You are Baoer, your whole family is Baoer! Jiang Bao cursed in his heart, picked some chicken manure with the branches, raised his hand and threw it on Meng San's hat, and felt a little relieved.

"Puji!"

Watching the detective quickly enter Guo’s house, Meng San, who was about to return home, raised his hand and touched the wet and sticky thing on his hat, thinking it was a persimmon again, but after seeing it clearly, it almost vomited. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, the shit was covered in shit, and it was bad luck!

Meng San once cursed angrily on the gatekeeper, "Come on, shoot down the dead bird on the tree, I'm going to roast it!"

The big magpie was frightened and flew away with its wings.

Mr. Jiang happily went down the ladder, hummed a little song and went to the outer courtyard to discuss the matter with the old housekeeper and Uncle Qiu. He then had dinner with his third brother before returning to the west courtyard to lift Jiang Ling away from his little daughter and took her back to his room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Jiang, who was asleep fragrantly, was awakened. When he got up, he saw his son's breathing rapidly and sobbed in fear. He was indeed having a nightmare. Mr. Jiang raised his hand to pat his little black face, "Wake up!"

Jiang Ling opened her eyes and stood up, staring at the candlelight in the house fiercely, looking a little scary.

Mr. Jiang poured him a glass of water, "What did you dream about? You were so scared."

Jiang Ling thanked his father and said only one word, "fire."

Mr. Jiang immediately took the prepared "Dream Interpretation of Zhou Gong" and opened his mind, "The fire burns the sun and the moon, and the fire burns the river for a long time... Where is the fire you dream of, is it big or small?"

Jiang Ling held his knees stubbornly and refused to speak. His little appearance aroused Mr. Jiang's compassion, put down the book and carried him to his bed, "Sleep, Dad is here to guard you."

Seeing that his son was unhappy when he pouted his mouth, Mr. Jiang yawned, "If you have something to do, say it, you are so worried about your parents?"

"……Um."

Hearing his son's rare crying voice, Mr. Jiang said, "Tomorrow, Uncle Qiu goes out to find a Fengshui treasure land to build a ancestral hall to serve the ancestors of the senior family and your parents. If you miss your parents, go and worship and talk to them."

Jiang Ling turned his back to Master Jiang Er, curled up and hugged his knees, "The Ancestral Temple and his parents are in the border town. Uncle Qiu set up a tablet in the temple."

"You are the only son of the Ren family. Wherever you are, your parents' souls are there. The temple is uneasy, so building a ancestral hall is the home." Mr. Jiang yawned and fell asleep.

Xiao Jiangling listened to his breathing and did not sleep all night, and told Uncle Qiu about this the next day.

Uncle Qiu was surprised by Mr. Jiang’s suggestion, and he immediately responded, “The second master is right, I’ll do it now.”

Jiang Ling was very concerned about this matter, "How can parents know that the ancestral hall has been built? Should we burn two relics from parents?"

Seeing the young master's expectant eyes, how could Uncle Qiu object? "Young master's words are justified, so it should be."

Jiang Ling said worried again, "The land of good feng shui is very expensive, right?" What the Jiang family lacks the most now is money. Can they buy it?

Uncle Qiu explained, "Young Master, the ancestral hall cannot be chosen in the downtown area. You should carry the mountains and rivers on the left and right, and match the four forces together. Leave this matter to the old slave, don't worry."

"I want to go with you." Jiang Ling was quite concerned about this matter.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiu said, "Then you go and ask the second master to see if he can allow you to leave the mansion."

It was originally something that Mr. Jiang himself mentioned, so of course he would not stop him. After a few words of advice, he let Jiang Ling out of the mansion.

Today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, and it is the day when the married daughters return to their parents' home. The married daughter of the Jiang family sent a letter before the New Year, saying that she was still sick and could not come back. The second master Jiang became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He taught his little daughter a lesson, "If you get married in the future, no matter what, you must come back to pay New Year's greetings to your father on the second day of the Lunar New Year, have you heard?"

Jiang Liu, who was drinking the medicine made of toad skin, had to respond, "Okay."

"If your husband doesn't let you come back, you'll get divorced!" Mr. Jiang angrily said, "Dad's stay is good, and you won't have to worry about getting married!"

"...Okay." Jiang Liu listened to his father's nagging and felt that the medicine in the bowl was no longer bitter.

"Only a poorly educated daughter will not be married. A family that cannot well educated daughters will be... and... hum!"

Jiang Liu held the medicine bowl and saw that his father looked like he wanted to scold but didn't dare to scold him. He knew who he was complaining about was uneducated.

That family...can't be scolded.

"Second Master, Second Master!" Jiang Houer ran in quickly, "A person from the palace has sent a verbal order to announce that you will enter the palace. You should go to the front yard to receive the order."

Entering the palace? Mr. Jiang was staring at the peach blossom eyes and was frightened.

The daughter who got married today returned to the door, and Princess Leyang must have returned to the palace. What does the emperor mean to call her father into the palace? Jiang Liu poured the medicine in a few mouthfuls and said, "Dad, go, go away!"

The palace was not allowed to go just by going. Husband Zhao hurriedly hugged Jiang Liu and reminded the second master, "Second Master, go quickly, you can't let the people in the palace wait in a hurry."

Jiang Liu stretched out his fat claws and waved in front of the scared daddy's eyes, "Dad, die-pig-no-afraid-boil-water-scalding, go-it-."

"Dad is not a dead pig!" Mr. Jiang came back to his senses, took a few breaths, and walked out tremblingly. When he saw the white-faced eunuch who was passing the order, Mr. Jiang became even more dizzy.

My mother held his hand and told her for a long time. Mr. Jiang Er's mouth responded. In fact, his head was buzzing and he didn't hear a word. It was not until the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate and the guards searched her. Mr. Jiang Er's heart was shocked and woke up.

After waking up, he became even more scared, fearing that long live the marriage in person. If he refuses marriage in person, he will be pushed out to cut off his head, right?

Mr. Jiang tremblingly raised his hand to touch his neck, his hands were covered in cold sweat. When he knelt in front of Emperor Jing He, Mr. Jiang found that his tongue was not as good as his little daughter. "Cao~min~jiang~feng, worship~me~hun~hun~ten~year~ten~year~ten~year~ten~year~ten~year~ten~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year~year

"Jiang Feng."

"The grass~the people~ are there."

"Raise your head."

I will see with my own eyes who is the most beautiful man in Kang'an City who fascinated Leyang.
Chapter completed!