Chapter 160 Entering the House
Song Qingwan had breakfast with her grandmother and Jiang Ling. During this time, Liu Zhongyi had made all the preparations for the journey so she didn't have to worry about anything.

Not knowing what would happen next on the road, Song Qingwan armed herself again and rode a horse to lead the way on the return journey.

The four carriages in the middle carried dozens of people from the Song and Ye families. The Four Slave Saints drove the carriages themselves, while Le Fei stayed behind.

The weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly. Song Qingwan did not dare to delay for a moment and set off in time. If everything went well, she would be able to arrive in the capital today.

She had made all the necessary preparations to deal with the challenges ahead, but unexpectedly, everything went smoothly along the way.

There were no assassinations or roadblocks at all, which was a bit strange. Could it be the calm before the storm?

Song Qingwan couldn't help but release the canary and let it go to the nearby area to find out the situation.

And the canary lived up to expectations and soon brought news, "Wanwan, there are traces of a fight in the nearby dense forest. There is a lot of blood in the woods. Someone should be clearing the way for us."

After Zhizhi said this, Song Qingwan immediately thought of Li Minghe. Apart from him, she couldn't think of anyone else who had such great ability or had a better relationship with the Song family.

This man is considerate and gentle, and only she can enjoy this. Song Qingwan couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Oh, stop it! Love-brain is not good. We can only say that her hard work yesterday worked. If a man wants to benefit, he must work for her.

In this case, she could not let Li Minghe down, so Song Qingwan urged the carriage to hurry on, not even stopping in the city at noon.

Instead, they replenished their supplies at a roadside inn and continued on their journey. Thus, before the winter sun set, the group arrived in the capital.

The Song family was not a big shot, so naturally no one came to the city gate to meet them. The precision factory had been busy working, and Song's father had not yet finished his shift, and his younger brothers had not yet finished school.

So it seemed that the Song family entered Beijing in disgrace, but they didn't know that it caused a big stir behind the scenes, because many forces were paying attention to Song Qingwan.

In particular, the mastermind behind the assassination was hit hard.

But Mr. Song didn’t know, so he was particularly unhappy at this time.

Damn it, he left Beijing in a shambles as if he was bitten by a dog, and now that he is back, he is just as dismal as before and doesn't make any splash.

Even Song Lao Er, who was just a hammer, didn't take his old father seriously. The old man felt so aggrieved, but he couldn't help looking around impatiently and curiously.

The capital city was still like this, with shops lining both sides of the street, people coming and going, and it was very lively. Various shouts and bargaining sounds came one after another, interweaving into a noisy market sound.

The streets and alleys are filled with the aroma of food, making people salivate. This is the prosperity of the market, but secretly there is a turbulent situation.

The capital city is the most tricky place. Someone who is safe and happy one moment may very well die tragically on the street the next; someone who is wearing gorgeous clothes today may very well become a prisoner with his life in danger tomorrow.

And he doesn't have much strength left. How long can he wander around in this up-and-down capital city?
Mr. Song's thoughts drifted away as he looked at the bustling street scene with great interest.

It wasn't until the carriage went further and further away and the environment became more and more desolate that he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He felt like something was not right. "Wanwan, aren't you doing business?" Old Master Song leaned over the carriage window and asked his eldest granddaughter, who was riding a horse on the side and was alert to any movements around her.

Song Qingwan was stunned, and for a moment she couldn't understand why her grandfather asked this question, "Yes." Didn't she say that she made some money by doing business?

"Where do we live?" the old man asked again uncertainly.

"No. 17, Yangliu Lane, Xinanfang Market." Song Qingwan blurted out. The family should know. Dad should have clearly stated the address when communicating, right?
But Song Qingwan's words made the old man feel disappointed. West Market was a well-known slum, and Southwest Market could not be much better.

We agreed to do business, and we made a little money. We should be able to support our family, right? Of course, the old man would not blame Song Qingwan, but cursed the cowardly Song Laoer in his heart. Until the carriage arrived at the door of the Song family, the old man's cold heart finally died.

The small courtyard in front of them could not be described, but it was very old, narrow and cramped. The gate was open, allowing the onlookers to see the scene inside clearly.

A yard full of small pieces of wood, it was obvious at first glance that it was a small bargain that Song Lao Er had taken from the Ministry of Works. The key point was that there were only a few rooms in the house, and it was crowded even for two rooms, let alone dozens of them.

"Dad, the second son is so poor, why don't we go back home?" Uncle Song felt that they would starve to death faster if they lived here, and his face was full of sighs.

So, no matter what kind of civil servant you are, after almost ten years of climbing up the ranks you are still at the sixth rank, and it is difficult to make a living.

At this time, the person who heard the noise came out. It turned out to be a little kid holding a newborn baby? There was another smaller baby hanging behind him.

The people who showed up were Xiaowu Song Qingfang, who was holding the cradle Xiaoqi, and Xiaoliu, who came out to watch the fun. There were no adults at home, so the children were needed to take care of the children.

It’s exactly the same as their life in the country, with younger brothers and sisters being raised by their older brothers and sisters.

The people of the Song family and the Ye family were stunned. They never expected that the second branch would be like this. It was too miserable and too poor!

However, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu were still very happy to see Song Qingwan coming home. They shouted in surprise, "Big sister, you're back!"

However, Xiaowu was very sensible. She did not rush out so as not to freeze her little brother in her arms. Xiaoliu did not come out either because he was an introvert.

Well, actually he was just lazy, but he couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes.

"You're back. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, and uncle. Come in quickly." After calling out a string of people's relationships, Song Qingwan suddenly felt her mouth dry and her throat smoking. There were too many people.

What room are they going into? There's no room for so many of them.

Xiao Liu was very perceptive. He bowed to the elders and said, "Junior Song Qingle greets all the elders. You have come from far away. I will go and call my mother back. She is going to the river to wash vegetables."

Of course, not only mother washed herself, but also Gao Yu and Xiuniang. The third sister went to the intersection to buy something, and the men in the family were about to return home, so the courtyard door was not closed.

The Song family didn't know when people from their hometown would arrive, so Song Niang had already prepared a large amount of food for two days, waiting for everyone to arrive so that they could start the feast.

"Wait a minute, this is Xiaoliu, right? Let me go too. Your mother is still in confinement after giving birth, right? How can she touch cold water? Let your aunt do this rough work."

Oh my goodness, the second wife gave birth to another child, making it seven in total! Do they have an inheritance or something? Why are they working so hard?

Aunt Song stuffed the bag in her arms into her husband's arms, rolled up her sleeves, walked into the yard, and chased after Xiaoliu.

"And me~"

"And me~"

"~And me~"

The ones who were talking were Fourth Aunt Song, Little Aunt Song, and Ye Xiaoxing's wife.

No matter how poor the second wife is, she is still the one they turn to, so trying to please her starts with doing housework.

It's too late. I'll copy it first and finish the modification in about one o'clock. Sorry, baby.
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