The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Back in the yard, I saw Brother Hao and Sister Huan standing there with tangled faces.

Shen Yijia laughed and said, "This will be our home from now on, do you like it?"

"Sister-in-law..." Brother Hao pouted, with an expression on his face that he wanted to cry or not.

"Haha!" Shen Yijia couldn't help laughing, noticing Li's absent-mindedness, and hurriedly asked, "Mother, what's the matter with you?"

Li shook his head silently.

It happened that Uncle Yang came in with Song Jingchen on his back, and Shen Yijia hurriedly moved out a big rock in the corner of the yard for Song Jingchen to sit on.

"Mother, it's not necessarily a bad thing to get rid of the clan! Even if my father and grandfather knew about it, they would agree!" Song Jingchen said after sitting down.

After all, such clansmen don't want it.

Li sighed: "I hope so."

Shen Yijia suddenly realized that Li was entangled in this, and couldn't figure out what was so tangled.

Those people are not good people at first glance, so let them teach themselves in the manner of their elders.

Shen Yijia expressed her respect and gratitude.

Lin Mu and others thought that their mission was over here?

Shen Yijia would only laugh at how naive they were.

Shen Yijia has been able to do a good job in driving them.

I simply used some dry food for lunch.

Shen Yijia arranged for a person to follow Uncle Yang's carriage to the town to buy pots and pans, rice, noodles, grain and oil, tables, benches, chairs and other household items for daily use, and transferred the house deed by the way.

I have to buy a bed too, this carriage will not fit. Can be delivered.

As for why two people go. Ahem, I bought too many things to fit in a carriage.

Shen Yijia said that she was not false at all.

Fortunately, she has no conscience to die, and this time she gave her money anyway.

I don't know if it was Shen Yijia's illusion, but she obviously felt that the guards all breathed a sigh of relief after she took out the money.

Just... very puzzled.

Shen Yijia touched her nose and recalled whether she had squeezed too much.

But... ah, the grass still needs to be pulled, and the room still needs to be cleaned, right?

Song Jingchen sat aside and watched Shen Yijia drive a few forbidden troops who were Emperor Chong'an around.

The depression brought by the Song clan members dissipated in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

It's not bad to say that there are many people and strength. With the blessing of Shen Yijia as an animal, Brother He Hao and Sister Huan are doing a disservice.

Before dark, the house had a big change.

The town brought the beds, and they were all bought ready-made. The things that Uncle Yang and the two bought have also arrived.

Now it's not as good as in the past, everything is bought at a cheap price.

It's like this, sending in a carload of things has also caused the jealousy of many people in the village.

They all speculated that Song Jingchen and the others might have brought a lot of money back.

It's just that they don't know about Song Jingchen, and they won't care if they know it.

Shen Yijia counted the silver in her purse, and this trip cost nearly thirty taels of silver.

It took nearly five taels to transfer the household registration and manage the government office.

Shen Yijia secretly said that the money was really worthless, and went for forty taels a day.

It took a little bit of money along the way, so she only had less than three hundred taels left with the original owner in her hand.

If there is no source of income all the time, as Song Jingchen said, he will not be able to eat.

After everything was arranged, Shen Yijia checked it and thought to herself that she finally had a home.

For dinner, Uncle Yang had packed meals from the town, and everyone had a full meal.

While it was still dark, Shen Yijia thought about squeezing it to the end, so Lin Mu and a few people went up the mountain to chop a load of firewood and come back.

Boil water to wash well, but sleep has become a problem.

Too many people, too few rooms...

In the end, Mr. Li made the decision. Uncle Yang and Lin Mu spent the night in the west wing. Anyway, Lin Mu and the others would return to Beijing tomorrow.

Li took Brother Hao and Sister Huan to live in the main room, and Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen lived in the east wing.

This arrangement made Shen Yijia blush.

Is this... this... this is going to be in the same bed?

On the contrary, Song Jingchen, who Li thought he would object, silently acquiesced.