Dongli drinks wine after dusk

Chapter 82
When Mrs. Wang was so blocked that she couldn't say a word, she could only say goodbye and leave, Jiang Jiuying couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing.

Poor, natural, silly, sweet, classmate Jiang Chengfu hasn't figured out what's going on until now, completely forgetting that he is also a dog in the eyes of outsiders, barely considered a potential stock.

Ning's made up her mind not to let Wang see Jiang Chengfu again, let alone let Wang speak out about her desire to get married, so as not to spoil the relationship between the two families.

The degree of difficulty in doing this matter is not high, and the girl's family is naturally short in this respect, and there is no one who is in a hurry to ask for a marriage, so it seems that the girls in my family are not precious.

So Ning shi deliberately changed the topic several times in a row when Wang shi's words came to her lips, and Wang shi understood the Jiang family's attitude, and she definitely looked down on his daughter.

Wang's sorrow came from this, her good daughter made people so disgusted, how could she not complain in her heart, she came and went, and never came to the door.

But it's Jiang Wenyuan's side.

Pan Tongzhi is a sensible person, or in other words, he is a slick official, and he can compete with Zhao Zhifu. They are all getting older and have no hope of promotion.

Jishantang usually has no sense of existence, and Pan Tongzhi seldom intervenes. Only when the accounts are reconciled at the end of the year, the steward has to come up with the accounts, and it is enough not to gossip about people freezing to death and starving to death.

Anyway, what they collect are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled waiting to die. Generally, no one will take their ideas, because they have no money and no relatives.

"Ask Lu Liang to come to the government office and bring the account book and roster." Pan Tongzhi ordered.

Lu Liang came very slowly, and Jiang Pan and Jiang Pan sat opposite each other, chatting one after another, and even changed three cups of tea before seeing him coming late.

The dark, skinny old man actually had the same status as the old square man, half of them were officials, and half of them were independent characters.Unlike Yizhuang, although Jishantang is inconspicuous, it has a lot of money. Lu Liang's position can be regarded as a fat job.

After all, there are countless dead people, and poor people can't spend too much money to deal with them, so they can only take care of one or two, and it is difficult for the old Fangtou to support himself.

But how much a living person eats and wears, there is no definite number, and if one person deducts half a bowl of food, it is not a small amount for a long time.

What's more, although there are few people who donate, it's not that there are no such money. The money went directly to the charity hall, and the government has no way to intervene. It all depends on the conscience of the steward.

It can be seen from Lu Liang's clothes that he is living a good life.

The seemingly inconspicuous Gebu is not as exquisite as silk, but its texture is extremely sweat-absorbent and breathable. It is most suitable for summer wear. The price is not cheap, and it is a good thing that Jiang's servants can't afford.

If he didn't eat or take possessions, the clothes wouldn't justify him.

"My subordinates have met the two adults." Lu Liang was clever, first saluted in a proper manner, then held up the account book with both hands, and explained why he was late.

"My subordinates have spent some time looking for all the accounts from the beginning of this year to the present. I hope you will forgive me."

How can they be harsh if they put such a low profile.

Pan Tongzhi took over the accounts. He is used to dealing with these economies, and he knows the twists and turns of them best. After a little flipping through, he knew that Lu Liang's account was done very well, with balance of income and expenditure, and no discrepancy. Obviously, it was used. Heart, it is impossible for people to see anything.

"Leave the account book and roster for the time being. Mr. Jiang has something to ask, you must answer every question, and you must not delay and conceal it."

"Yes, my subordinate understands."

"I heard that many old people in Jishantang have passed away recently, but there is an epidemic?" This is an excuse that Jiang Wenyuan thought up early in the morning. It is reasonable for him to ask the general judge. Hutucheng, the general judge has the right to intervene.

"My lord, it can't be the epidemic!" Lu Liang jumped, what good would it do to be connected with the epidemic?

Nowadays, when people talk about the epidemic, their faces change. The invisible and intangible enemy will turn out to be a spell to urge their lives. When the government can't control it, there are not a few people who slaughter villages and cities.

There hasn't been a large-scale epidemic in Anqing Mansion for some years, so Lu Liang doesn't want to wear this hat no matter what.

"The old people in Jishantang would never have been sent here if they hadn't been so poor that they couldn't take care of themselves. Their bodies have always been thin, and it was a warm and cold spring a while ago, and they suffered more from the wind and cold. There are more people who have died, and it is by no means an epidemic.”

Before Lu Liang came here, he thought about countless possibilities. Why did Shangguan suddenly ask for a roster? It turned out to be because of this!
"It's not the best. If there is something wrong, you dare to hide it. I believe you know the consequences very well." Jiang Wenyuan's expression was calm, with murderous eyes in his eyes, staring at Lu Liang terrified, and hurriedly promised.

"You go down first, Jishantang is a government institution after all, and the rumors outside the dead will be bad. The old man is sick, find a doctor and prescribe some medicine."

Lu Liang readily agreed.

"Brother Mingzhang wants to stabilize him first?" This excuse is a bit far-fetched, but if the hat is big enough, it is good enough.

"If there is a problem with Jishantang, he will definitely be involved. Without him opening the door, many things will not be easy to handle. Naturally, it is better not to alarm." Jiang Wenyuan reached out to take the account book and register, and greeted Pan Tongzhi leave.

A look of regret flashed across Pan Tongzhi's eyes.Wang didn't hide his little thought from him, counting the time, the people sent to Lu's family to withdraw the marriage should have arrived, as long as they get back the Geng stickers, the daughter's marriage will be considered a failure.

If the Jiang family is willing, although Jiang Chengfu is not very successful, he can't stand him having a good father and brother. With Jiang Wenyuan's age, skills and family background, he will definitely be able to make further progress in the future.

Alas, getting old, Pan Tongzhi is 20 years older and younger than Jiang Wenyuan, and his stamina is insufficient, and he is already unable to do what he wants.

A twisted melon is not sweet, and marriage cannot be forced at all, which is a pity.

The Pan family felt regretful and unwilling, and the Ning family felt upset. They only thought that the party involved, Jiang Chengfu, was heartless. He cared more about his Jiumeitu than whether he was engaged or not.

Zhao Dongli's mouth was also poisonous, and he didn't save much face for Jiang Chengfu. He bluntly said that this is not a nine-beauty picture, it is almost a relative without salt, either Jiang Chengfu has a bad vision, or his painting skills are too poor.

The two and a half teenagers share the same interests, and the result of quickly mingling is that they speak without thinking, and say whatever they think.

After Jiang Chengfu took him around most of Anqing Mansion and met several live-action versions of Jiumeitu, Zhao Dongli no longer suspected that Jiang Chengfu had a problem with his eyesight and that his painting skills were really bad.

"It's okay, brother. When we return to Beijing, I'll recommend you a painter. Even though he's about the same age as you and me, he's really good at painting. I've rarely been convincing in my life. He's definitely one of them."

(End of this chapter)