Seeing that Deng Xiucai was waiting for her reply, Zhulan closed the news of the investigation and said, "Thank you for your hard work these days. You will need to continue investigating the remaining people."
Mr. Deng felt relieved, as he was afraid that the mistress of the Zhou family would not be satisfied with his ability to do things. Everything he had now was dependent on Lord Zhou. The more he got to know Lord Zhou, the more he realized how much Lord Zhou cared about the mistress of the Zhou family. He would never underestimate the power of pillow talk!
Zhulan waited for Deng Xiucai to say goodbye and left, taking the deed to the hill. She wanted to build a farm on the hill, surrounded by fruit trees, which would definitely be beautiful.
Chang Lian had already read the news of the investigation. His mother had asked him to read it. He organized his words in his mind before speaking, "Mom, is there something wrong with the Ma family and the Qian family?"
Zhulan admired in her heart, "Not bad, how did you see that?"
Chang Lian pointed out the problem. "It seems that there is nothing wrong with these two shops. They have no connection at all. However, they have the same hobbies and often go to basically the same shops. This is the problem. Now it seems that these two shops that they often go to also have some problems."
Zhu Lan put down the deed in her hand, "That's true, so you have to learn the key points your father pays attention to when investigating things. The direction of Deng Xiucai's current investigation is all determined by your father. You have to remember that people can create many illusions, but habits are subconscious."
Chang Lian's eyes widened a little. He didn't think that these words were told by his father to his mother, especially the last words, so his mother was very powerful. "Mom, your son will remember it."
Zhulan estimated the time. Well, it was cloudy today. She felt depressed every time it was cloudy. She couldn't estimate the time accurately without looking at the hourglass. She missed the clocks and watches now. "You should go back to study. Now I'm in the capital. I'll take care of all the problems. You don't have to worry about it. Just concentrate on your studies."
Chang Lian relaxed his brows. When his mother was not here, he was calculating all day long. He had too many things on his mind and could not do two things at once. It was difficult for him to concentrate on his studies. He was also anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more counterproductive it was. Now he was fine. "Mom, your son is back in the study."
Zhulan waited for Changlian to leave, then asked Mrs. Song, "Where is Changzhong?"
Mrs. Song said respectfully, "The young master has gone to see Miss Yuyi."
Zhulan no longer had to worry, as Dong was very good at coaxing children. To be honest, the eldest daughter-in-law in the family either used violence or yelled at the children, while the second daughter-in-law was very cautious with the children. Only Dong Chuchu had a different background, and because she had married early to temper her temper, she was the most easy-going and was very good at coaxing children. Minghui liked the third aunt very much!
Zhulan looked down at the area of the mountain, which was about thirty acres, actually not small. Her hands itched to take out her brush and ink. Her paintings had long since changed from plants and animals. When she had nothing to do in Zhou's mansion, she often painted the scenery and buildings in the mansion. Many details of the house were wisdom passed down from ancient times.
Mrs. Song helped spread out the paper and slowly looked at the simple building framework on the paper. "Madam, do you want to design the manor yourself?"
Zhulan curled her eyes and said, "Yes, but it's just a rough idea. I need to look at the terrain first to know the details."
Zhulan felt that she was very capable. She had known nothing before and had been learning continuously for so many years. Now she had even mastered designing. She wanted to use what she saw to build a manor of her choice.
Mrs. Song stopped talking because her mistress lowered her head and continued to paint. The reason why her mistress made such rapid progress was because of her concentration and seriousness.
In the afternoon, Zhulan received a letter from Jinzhou. She received several letters at once. Zhulan felt warm in her heart. "You wrote all these to me?"
Mrs. Song counted the letters, there were six in total, "That should be it."
Zhulan first picked up Zhou Shuren's letter, which said that everything was fine at home and not to worry. He also asked about her and her son. In the end, the most talked about thing was that Changzhi had betrayed him. Zhulan's mouth corners kept curling up as she read it, she was glad that Zhou Shuren was not alone.
Then came Li's letter. Zhulan still felt that Li's handwriting was hurting her eyes. She did not like copying calligraphy, but her handwriting had become quite good over the years, but Li's had not improved much. Fortunately, the characters with too many strokes must have been written by Mingyun. Zhulan was very happy to see that a characterful handwriting suddenly appeared among the soft characters.
Li's letter was full of trivial matters, and he only asked her when she would be home at the end.
Zhulan felt very soft-hearted. What Li wanted to express was that she only had a complete home in the Zhou Mansion.
The next letter was from Xue Han. Xue Han greeted her and Chang Zhong, asked about Chang Lian and others, and finally about some things in the mansion.
Su Xuan wrote a letter saying that the child was doing well and asked her not to worry too much. She also said that Chang Zhi had been working very hard recently.
Zhulan was happy as long as everything was fine. What she was most concerned about was Su Xuan and the baby in her belly.
Of the remaining two letters, the one to Mingteng mostly asked when grandma would come back, and also talked about how terrible fourth uncle was.
The last letter was from Mingrui. After reading it, Zhulan's face darkened and her cheerful mood faded a lot.
Mrs. Dong felt that her mother-in-law looked unhappy, "Mom, what happened at home?"
Zhulan couldn't discuss Mingrui's matter with Dong, "It's nothing, Yuyi should be awake by now, you don't have to accompany me, go back first."
Dong stood up and said, "Mom, I'm going home first."
"Um."
Zhulan waited for Dong to leave, then read the letter carefully again and sighed. Now among the grandchildren of the Zhou family, except Mingyun, they all study together in front of the eldest and second sons, which creates a comparison. Mingrui has been quirky since he was a child, and unlike the children of the second house, this child is very lively.
Now the second son would take time out every day to watch Mingrui study. The child was even slapped on the palm once. Mingrui was very smart, but his mind was not completely focused on studying, otherwise he would not be as close to Mingteng. Zhulan pressed her eyebrows, thinking that the second son was right to hope that his son would become successful.
She had been so strict with Mingrui at the beginning, and now the little guy was asking her for help.
Zhulan took a pen and wanted to reply. This time there were too many letters, so she replied to each room first, then to her daughter, and finally to Zhou Shuren. Zhulan didn't think that Zhou Shuren couldn't see Mingrui being beaten. Since Zhou Shuren didn't mention it, she also said it. But she had no doubt about how to reply to Mingrui's letter. If she replied, this kid would definitely use her letter to pressure his own father!
After some thought, I decided not to reply to my grandchildren’s letters, but I did mention Mingrui’s letter in the letter to Zhou Shuren.
There's no rush to send these letters. You can send them tomorrow.
The next day, the letter arrived at the mansion in the afternoon. In the evening, Zhou Shuren took the letter and read it. He felt relieved that Zhulan and his son were fine. After dinner, he went to the study and saw Mingteng and Mingrui, who looked depressed.
He knew that the two little guys wrote letters, and now he is disappointed not to receive a reply!
Zhou Shuren sat down, "Mingrui."