Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Wei Ji has this ability.

Obviously the last moment was still so serious, mature and stable, just when Xie Zhiyun was about to cry, he insisted on playing tricks and forced her tears back with one word.

Xie Zhijun stretched out his hand and twisted Wei Ji's arm, and said, "Laugh yourself, you are a real person."

Wei Ji smiled, and picked up his chopsticks to eat again.

The two of them ate quietly for a while, and Xie Zhiyun suddenly remembered something, and said, "Little Lord, when are you leaving?"

Normally, you can't talk to outsiders about wars, but Wei Ji still said: "It's probably after Qingming."

Xie Zhiyun nodded, and then said: "Well, when it's Qingming, the family will also worship the ancestors. After the worship here, you can accompany me to Langhuan and see my mother."

Xie Zhijun was in charge of the Qingming ceremony in Su Guogong's mansion.

Cui Ji's health has improved a lot, and with the warmth of spring and the flowers blooming, she is no different from ordinary people, but she never mentions the affairs of the mansion that she handed over, and always let Xie Zhiyun take care of them.

This is probably what Su Guogong meant.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiyun said: "Father doesn't like worshiping sacrifices very much."

Wei Ji nodded: "On New Year's Day, unless it's a big festival like Zhengdan, the family usually just eats a meal in the mansion, and gives more gift money to the servants. Dad is in the army all the year round. Who cares about marching and fighting? Festival, over time it will not be very interesting."

He came to chat.

"Zhengdan is a big festival, and the mansion should have a good time. Worshiping the ancestors will reward the whole world. At that time, the governors of the seven prefectures will all come to Yezhou to visit their father. It is regarded as the year-end exam for the imperial court."

If someone does not do well, then replace it with someone else.

Xie Zhiyun nodded and said, "It's really busy during Chinese New Year."

Cui Ji was busy and sick because of the Chinese New Year.

There is no state shepherd in Yezhou, and Wei Cang's actual official position is Yezhou shepherd, but people in Bazhou never call him state shepherd, they only call him Duke of the State.

The errands of the government office in Yezhou are managed by Fu Cheng, secretary order, criminal name order, and civil code order. Wei Ji and other three brothers also occasionally go to the state pastoral mansion as errands.

In order to show the intimacy with the Wei family, these state shepherds often drag their families with them, and every family has to go to Su Guogong's mansion to have a banquet to see the ceremony. Now Xie Zhiyun feels a headache when recalling the banquets of those few days.

Whoever comes first and who arrives later, who temporarily lives in the State Shepherd's Mansion, and who occasionally lives in another village, are very particular.

Only Weiying's husband, Shen Yu, usually comes here alone. With his status as brother-in-law, he can also live in Su Guogong's mansion, and he usually stays with him from the second day to the sixth day.

Seeing Xie Zhiyun's complexion changed, Wei Ji frowned in thought, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

"What are you laughing at?" Xie Zhiyun glanced at him.

Wei Ji asked, "Are you worried about next year?"

Xie Zhijun sighed: "This year is all up to my mother to take care of it. If I come to take care of it next year, I don't know what it will be like."

Wei Ji found that Xie Zhijun has many advantages, the most exciting thing is that she is very responsible.

When a matter is handed over to her, she will concentrate on it and use all her strength to do her best.

It's only the end of March, and she's already thinking about next year.

Obviously she doesn't like others to be strict and serious, and she just said that her father's discipline is too strict, but she is still meticulous, and she is actually a serious person.

Such seriousness makes people feel soft.

Wei Ji said: "I won't tell you, you can do it yourself."

Naturally, there is a way, and now she directly uses the old system of Cui Ji's housekeeper to dig out last year's account book and compare it to see how it was arranged before, and how it can be arranged.

The only thing that needs to be changed is the residence.

Every year has a different law. This year, the state shepherd has a better relationship with Su Guogong's mansion, so he will come to live in the state shepherd's mansion. Next year, if the relationship is weak, he will live in another place.

Xie Zhijun already had a charter, looked up and saw Wei Ji was looking at her with a smile on his face, the smile in his eyes seemed to be shining.

With jokes, but also with praise.

Xie Zhiyun's face was slightly hot, she lightly pinched Wei Ji's arm, and muttered in a low voice: "What are you looking at, I'll eat your food."

The daily dinner has gradually become the most anticipated meeting for the two of them.

They can tell the story of the day at the dinner table, tell about their parents and brothers, and talk about the past when they were young.

Often the meal is finished before it's too long.

After Xie Zhixing went back to Pindu Zhai, Wei Ji was very sensible and moved back to the wing room consciously.

However, he has a thick skin and knows that Xie Zhijun's mouth is tough and his heart is soft, so he will follow her into the main room when she is in a good mood.

Everyone went in, and it was impossible to be beaten out again.

It was he who had the audacity to say so.

The same is true today.

When he brushed his hair and walked into the main room naturally, even Xie Zhijun didn't react, until he sat down beside him, Xie Zhijun raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Xie Zhiyun is used to burning incense to fall asleep, and now she is burning incense.

"I still like this smell," Wei Ji sniffed the aroma, "it suits you very well."

Xie Zhiyun said: "So the young man doesn't burn incense?"

"Occasionally," Wei Ji thought for a while, seeing that she was calm and focused, he opened his mouth, "Occasionally, when I can't sleep, I will light."

Xie Zhiyun was a little surprised: "The little father-in-law can't sleep, too?"

Wei Ji laughed, "Why don't I suffer from insomnia?"

"You look heartless," Xie Zhiyun glanced at him, "something will make you toss and turn."

Wei Ji tasted the four characters "tossing and turning" and praised her: "Madam is a brilliant writer."

Xie Zhiyun: "..."

Anyway, there were only the two of them in the room, and Xie Zhiyun didn't bother to put on the airs of the daughter of the family, so she sneered and said, "This is a remarkable literary talent."

Wei Jisha nodded preoccupied, and opened his mouth when he saw Xie Zhijun close the lid of the Boshan stove.

"The first time I suffered from insomnia was when I was 15 years old. It was the first time I went to the battlefield, and it was also the first time...to see so many dead people."

Xie Zhijun calmed down, listening to his memories in the scent of a thousand birds.

Wei Ji fought for eight years, killed countless people, and countless people wanted to kill him.

He has seen more mountains of knives and seas of blood than she has ever seen. Today, it seems that the world is at peace, but the blood and sensitivity of Wei Ji have not dissipated.

Everyone understands that peace is yet to come.

Wei Ji didn't look at Xie Zhijun, he set his eyes on the plum blossom bottle in the distance.

The graceful red plum blossoms meanderingly in the white porcelain vase. There is no fragrance, no leaves, and no bustling and colorful petals, but it still makes people like it.

"When I was young, I fought with my father. I also killed people, but it was to protect myself and my family, not on the battlefield."

"The battlefield is really another world."

Wei Ji sighed: "That's when I realized how good life was."