Fast time travel: He made up for his mistakes in the plane

Soon, several fresh blood stains appeared on Lin Shan's face. He grabbed Zhou's arm forcefully and dragged her into the house expressionlessly.

Slam the door shut.

Avoid probing eyes from outside.

But he couldn't isolate Zhou's sharp and sharp cries.

Soon.

Several people carried a wooden bed to the Lin family yard.

The leader shouted at the top of his voice, "Lin Shan, Lin Shan, come out and collect your things!"

Those who were still watching the fun asked curiously: "Who gave this to me?"

The key is to send a bed?
  Unheard of!
  One of them kindly explained, "This is a token of love that Song Xiucai asked us to send to them."

Everyone: ".Oh!"

Instantly clear.

They all showed indescribable smiles as tokens of love.
  Indeed it is.

Lin Shan's face turned dark when he came out.

A few people made some sarcastic remarks and left.

The bed was left in the yard, all alone, subject to the pointing fingers of the villagers.

like him.

Lin Shan clenched his fists.

He turned around and entered the house. Soon, he came out with an ax in his hand, obviously intending to chop down the bed.

Unfortunately, as soon as he raised the ax, he was stopped by Mother Lin who rushed out.

"Son, you can't chop!"

"Mom, get out of the way!"

"Shan'er, put the ax down quickly, put it down quickly!"

"mother!"

People watching the excitement outside the hospital shouted loudly, "Lin Shan, what are you hacking? You must keep this good token of love. When you give birth to a son in the future, you can pass it on to him."

"Yes, I can still tell him the story of this love token."

"You just got married and you chopped up the love token. Are you such a scumbag?"

"It's unlucky, it's unlucky."

Lin Shan was so angry that he was shaking all over.

He grabbed the ax and entered the house without saying a word.

Mother Lin followed closely behind.

The door was shut tightly again.

It was no longer lively, and the people outside didn't disperse either. They all stared at the bed.

Lin Shan's face turned red with shame.

He lowered his voice and asked Mother Lin, "Mom, why did you stop me!"

Mother Lin murmured: "I think that bed is quite good. The wooden bed frame in your room is loose, always swaying, and narrow. Now, now you are married and have a daughter-in-law."

She made it clear.

I just can’t bear to part with that good bed.

Song Xiucai's family was well off and he was a scholar. Song's father had found good wood and hired carpenters in the town to build furniture for his family.

It's such a pity that such a good bed fell apart.

Her family can't afford such a good bed.

"Mom, do you know how unpleasant it is to say things outside!" Lin Shan shouted.

Mother Lin lowered her eyes, "Shan'er, let's just take care of ourselves and don't care about other people's opinions."

"But mother"

I heard Mother Lin sighing faintly, "Forget it, it's up to you. Just chop it if you want. You've grown up, and my mother is old and I can't control you anymore."

Lin Shan: "."

Lin Shan still didn't chop up the token of love.

After he recovered from his injury, he moved the bed in. Mrs. Zhou didn't say anything when she saw it.

What can she say.

She had never made trouble before about money and dowry, but the result was that she brought up the old matter again, rubbed her face on the ground again, and was threatened by the clan leader to expel them from the village if they made trouble again!

She wanted to make trouble, but Lin Shan wouldn't let her.

There was also Lin Shan's sick old lady, who took medicine three times a day. She asked Lin Shan for some money to buy snacks, but she didn't even have anything to eat.

What the hell kind of life is this!

I haven’t eaten meat for half a month.
  Mrs. Zhou sometimes wonders where she fell in love with Lin Shan in the first place. Is she blind?

She is blind and she is married.

Song Shi had already gone to the county seat at this time.

As for his cheap nephew Song Dabao, he was entrusted to the care of the clan leader. Brother Zha's pension and Zhou's pile of jewelry and clothes were sold as money to support him.

According to the village's standards, he could at least be well-off and raised until the day Song Dalang came back from his 'resurrection'.    He returned to the academy.

Once the things at home are settled, you can concentrate on studying.

After that, we will follow Yuan Zha’s life trajectory.

Passed the examination of Juren, passed the examination of Jinshi, and entered the court as an official.

A new emperor comes to power.

He went to work step by step, showed his presence in front of his boss from time to time, and provided some small but practical strategies. In just a few years, he became a fourth-rank minister of the Ministry of Industry.

This year, Song Shi was twenty-three years old.

The barbarians finally surrendered.

and signed a fifty-year friendship agreement.

The border officers and soldiers returned to the court.

The third floor of Yuchun Teahouse.

A young man in a moon-white green bamboo robe looked at a long line of dragons moving forward downstairs.

Both sides of the street were filled with people watching the excitement.

"Brother Ziyu? Brother Ziyu?"

Song Shi turned around and smiled sheepishly, "What did Brother Xingzhang just say?"

Another man in green looked at him helplessly, "It's just the army returning to the court. Why does Brother Ziyu take it so seriously?"

What's so interesting about a group of vulgar men?

Song Shi put away his smile, looked towards the street, frowned, "I seem to have seen an old friend."

"Old man?"

"They say he's an old friend, but he's actually my eldest brother, but he died in battle six years ago." Song Shi said, with a hint of confusion on his face, "But the man just now really looked like him."

Wang Xingzhang smiled and said, "It's not difficult to check. The people who came to Beijing this time are all border officers. If Brother Ziyu trusts me, I can help check."

Hearing this, Song Shi looked surprised, "Thank you so much, Brother Xingzhang."

Three days later.

Song Shi got that person's information.

Song Yuan, 28 years old, was a lieutenant under a general under a general under the Yanbian General's tent and a junior general under a junior general. He was an official of the eighth rank and had a wife, two concubines and four children in his house.

This time I came to Beijing to receive a reward.

But for someone like that who is not outstanding, Xiao Bapin probably won’t be rewarded much.

But, the eighth grade.
  How could he remember that Big Brother Yuan Zha was a sixth-grade general?

Otherwise, the Zhou family would not have killed Yuan Zha and his son just because the other party had a higher official position.

do not care.

It was too far away for him to investigate, and the eighth grade was the eighth grade.

Now that you have found your relatives, according to the current social environment and clan concepts, you must recognize your relatives.

How can we not reject the family ties of flesh and blood?

Not only is it necessary, but it also needs to be neat and tidy.

Do you still remember the legitimate son of your original wife who you left behind in your hometown?

Make sure everything is delivered to you safely.

Song Shi went to recognize his relatives with excitement and expectation.

Song House.

Song Yuan had just moved to a new home and was listening to his eldest son's endorsement in the yard.

Then I heard the housekeeper come to report that Mr. Song, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, was here to visit.

Song Yuan had just entered the capital. He was an eighth-grade minor official and was not even qualified to go to court. At this time, he was waiting to be assigned a position.

All their brothers have analyzed it in private.

According to past experience, people like them will reach the fifth rank at most in this life.

no way.

This is the world of literati.

This is why he is a military commander but lets his son study.

He was very surprised when he heard that the Fourth Grade Minister was coming and asked quickly, "Did you hear that right?"

"At first, I thought that I heard wrongly or that the adult was in the wrong place, but they said they were looking for the master, and they said they were old friends." The housekeeper lowered his head and said.

An old friend?

Song Yuan frowned. He had never interacted with such a big civil servant in his life.

But no matter what, you still have to ask.

You can't leave people outside, that would be too rude.

Civil servants are not easy to mess with.

Besides, with so many pairs of eyes staring at him in Beijing, it would be impossible to make even the slightest mistake.

"Please!"