Wen Mingyu said at this moment: "Grandpa, it's not impossible to take out mother's dowry, but the key to the warehouse is with mother."
Wen Mingyu's words were obviously forcing Wen Guanbin to let Wan go home.
Wen Guanbin's face turned green for a while, then white for a while.
He never expected that his eldest grandson would threaten him at this time.
Then, before the matter was over, Wen Zhongcong followed: "Father, the He family's foundation is not as good as that of the Wan family and the Yang family. Her total dowry is only three thousand taels."
Wen Guanbin's face became brighter and brighter, but this time Mrs. Liu was not here, and no one comforted her.
Finally, Wen Guanbin looked at Wen Shuquan, who was silent, and said with anger: "Where is the third child? What do you have to say?"
Wen Shuquan replied calmly: "My child has no objection. Lu's dowry is sufficient."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over.
Not for Wen Shuquan, but for Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu lowered his head at this moment, hiding his expression.
Outsiders looked at her calmly.
But Wen Qingzhu's heart was filled with lightning and thunder, and he had ten thousand thoughts, wanting to tear Uncle Wen into pieces!
This is her father!
My mother has loved my father for so many years!
Even if she dies in the end, Wen Shuquan will still be thinking about her dowry!
Hahahahaha! How ridiculous!
No matter how stupid Wen Bogui is and how tolerant Wen Jihua is, they at least consider their wives and children!
When it comes to Wen Shuquan, what do things like a wife and children mean
Wen Guanbin was surprised, but soon his expression darkened again.
Even if the third room could come up with 14,000 taels of silver, the other three rooms said they didn't have enough money.
Seventy thousand taels of silver is still a long way off.
Everyone stopped talking, and Wen Guanbin didn't know where to start.
In the end, they could only break up unhappy.
Wen Qingzhu followed Wen Shuquan to Yanyuan.
Uncle Wen called her to Jinsong Pavilion.
After Uncle Wen sat down, he looked at her quietly: "Do you have the key to your mother's dowry in your hand?"
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu lowered his head and replied obediently.
Uncle Wen looked at his daughter quietly, unable to understand her thoughts.
"Do you have any objection to using your mother's dowry to pay for this?"
Wen Qingzhu continued in a low voice: "It all depends on father's arrangements."
Uncle Wen was silent. He had no idea what Wen Qingzhu was thinking.
In this case, what should Jiang Yuancheng do
The sound of fingers tapping on the table slowly sounded in the room.
After a long, long time, Uncle Wen asked Wen Qingzhu to retreat.
After returning to the east courtyard, Wen Qingzhu's expression remained as usual and he didn't notice anything.
But that night, Wen Qingzhu took Mama Ye out quietly.
They arrived at the Fu family's villa at the foot of Lingyun Mountain.
This time, Wen Qingzhu asked Tian Chong to arrange the carriage.
When they arrived, Maobo was very surprised.
After leading them in, Wen Qingzhu found that Uncle Zhong was actually helping sweep the floor in the house.
"Uncle Zhong?" Wen Qingzhu was stunned.
Uncle Zhong looked up, quickly put down the broom in his hand, and rushed over, with tears in his eyes as he tried to salute.
"Little miss!"
Wen Qingzhu supported him in time: "Uncle Zhong, why are you so polite? We are all one family! You are still the person that my grandfather trusts the most! You pampered me like my own granddaughter when I was a child, and you are my other grandfather."
When she helped Uncle Zhong up, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Uncle Zhong's left trouser leg was empty.
After the two of them sat down, the empty trouser leg on Uncle Zhong's left side became more and more obvious.
Seeing Wen Qingzhu staring at his legs, Uncle Zhong opened his empty trousers, revealing a leg bone made of wood and said: "Little miss, Uncle Mao made this for the old slave, so that the old slave can walk normally and fuck." Still alive."
Wen Qingzhu turned to look at Uncle Mao, who was in charge, and saw him waving his hands and smiling: "Miss Wen, don't be surprised. I have made many of these. Making one for Lao Zhong is nothing."
Wen Qingzhu stood up and gave a serious salute to Uncle Mao: "Thank you, Uncle Mao! Qingzhu is grateful."
She had never thought that Uncle Zhong could still walk.
But now Maobo has done it for her.
After sitting down again, Mao Bo knew that they had something to talk about, so he got up and left.
In the room, Wen Qingzhu said to Uncle Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, I have something to trouble you now."
"Little miss, please speak." Uncle Zhong took a deep breath and straightened his expression.
Wen Qingzhu waved his hand and asked Mother Ye to bring over a stack of dowry lists: "These are the shops and shops under my mother's name. There are quite a few inside and outside the city. I will let these shops and shops be transferred one after another under the name of poor management. , when Uncle Zhong takes over, it will be recorded in your name."
Uncle Zhong was so sophisticated that he immediately heard something strange about Wen Qingzhu: "But the Wen family members want to take the attention that the young lady is pretending to do?"
"Yes, it's Wen Shuquan." Wen Qingzhu said these three words with great reluctance.
Uncle Zhong was startled at first, and then he slapped the table angrily: "The master is really good at predicting things! He actually guessed that Wen Shuquan is really a heartless and unjust bitch."
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu's heart moved, and then asked: "Uncle Zhong means that my grandfather has already guessed that Uncle Wen will touch his mother's dowry?"
Speaking of his grandfather, Uncle Zhong's expression and affection dimmed: "Yes, my grandfather has never agreed to let the young lady marry this piece of shit like Wen San, but the young lady insists on getting married, and the master has no choice but to give everything to Wen San." Help, let him treat the young lady well. If he were not worried about the situation of the young lady in the Wen family, the master would not have rashly taken sides and ended up dead without any body parts."
Wen Qingzhu bit his lower lip, his heart becoming heavier and heavier.
What happened that year
"Uncle Zhong, what was my grandfather convicted of back then?" Wen Qingzhu must find out about this matter.
Uncle Zhong was startled: "Didn't Wen San tell you?"
Wen Qingzhu slowly shook his head: "Since my grandfather's accident, my mother has never mentioned his face, let alone my grandfather's affairs."
Uncle Zhong's face was extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and held his knees with both hands, trying to control his anger.
Because he remembered the master's words, even if he didn't like Wen Shuquan anymore.
But Wen Shuquan is the father of Wen Qingzhu and Wen Mingxuan after all.
Thinking of his master's final instructions, Uncle Zhong could only endure it again and again.
Finally, his expression slowly returned to calm, and he turned to Wen Qingzhu and said quietly: "The master's crime is to murder the prince. The evidence is conclusive. It was only at Empress Zheng's request that the nine clans were not implicated, although the master did not have the so-called nine clans. "
Hearing this, Wen Qingzhu remembered the spiritual tablet in that ancestral hall.
All of them are spirit tablets with the surname Xue. It’s not that my grandfather didn’t have nine clans, but that he left the Xue family incognito.
Next to him, Uncle Zhong continued to speak, his tone becoming excited: "Empress Zheng begged for mercy in the end, and originally planned to be exiled, but for the sake of his future, this bitch Wen San actually fabricated a lot of evidence and took the initiative to report the master. I made the master count several crimes and was sentenced to Lingchi in the end! The reason why the master was able to save his life was all because of Wen San!"
"I'm sorry." Wen Qingzhu lowered his head, feeling very depressed.
Although she had roughly guessed the truth, she still couldn't help but feel pain in her heart when she heard the old people around her grandfather talking about it.
It turns out that the source of all tragedies is because of Wen Shuquan!
"Miss! I'm sorry! It's the old slave who got excited!" Uncle Zhong quickly calmed down, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have told Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu raised his head and showed a warm smile: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry about me. Uncle Wen is my and Xuan'er's father, but he indirectly harmed my mother and grandfather, and now he wants to take advantage of my mother's dowry. This It would be better to have a father than not."
Listening to Wen Qingzhu's words, Uncle Zhong felt very sad: "Miss."
Wen Qingzhu comforted him in turn: "Uncle Zhong, don't worry about me. In a few days, you will buy a safe and suitable house, and we will meet there then."
After explaining the next series of things, Wen Qingzhu reluctantly left the other courtyard.
Early the next morning, Wen Qingzhu went to Fushou Hall to visit Mrs. Liu.
At this time, maybe it's time for Ms. Liu to wake up.
Wen Guanbin is too old-fashioned in handling money matters.
The most important thing is that Wen Qingzhu knows very well that Mrs. Liu knows how much money each house has.
When she arrived at the door of Mrs. Liu's room, she saw Wen Qingxin as expected.
But what surprised Wen Qingzhu was that Wen Qingfang was not here.
"Seventh sister." Wen Qingxin nodded in greeting.
Wen Qingzhu walked in with Shaoyao: "Thank you for your hard work, sister Eleven. You can go and rest first. I'll take care of grandma."
"Okay." Wen Qingxin left the bedroom with Baixiang's support.
Wen Qingzhu walked in. Song Yan and Fei Yan were giving medicine to Mrs. Liu.
After going in and sitting down, she asked Song Yan: "How is grandma doing lately?"
"It's much better. Sometimes I can still move my lips and fingers, but I just don't wake up completely. Doctor Song said that I need to take a good rest for a while, and wait for the congestion on the back of the old lady's head to dissolve, and then I can wake up."
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu nodded and waited quietly for them to finish feeding the soup.
Feiyan got up and packed the medicine bowl, sorted the things and sent them out.
Wen Qingzhu walked to the bed and sat down, and began to feel Liu's pulse.
After watching it, Wen Qingzhu found that Liu's condition was recovering quite well.
Liu will definitely wake up within seven days at most.
But now Uncle Wen is testing her, and she can't wait so comfortably.
"By the way, Songyan, go and change the incense. I think the incense in the incense burner is about to burn out." Wen Qingzhu glanced outside and reminded.
"Oh, yes, yes, this slave has forgotten." Song Yan quickly stood up and walked outside.
Wen Qingzhu looked at Mrs. Liu and said softly: "Grandma, you must get well soon."
Under the signal from her eyes, Shaoyao took out a pill, stuffed it into Liu's mouth, and asked her to swallow it.
Not long after, Pine Smoke came back with incense.
Wen Qingzhu said to her: "Grandma's condition has gotten much better. Doctor Song's prescription is a bit conservative. I wrote a new prescription. Today you can give it to grandma for two days to see."
"Yes." Song Yan nodded and took the prescription handed over by Shaoyao.
It happened that Feiyan came in with a basin of water at this time.
Wen Qingzhu stood up and moved out of the way: "Give grandma a scrub. I'll come over and have a look in the afternoon."
"Miss Qi, walk slowly." Song Yan and Fei Yao said at the same time.
After Wen Qingzhu left, Feiyan stared at the paper in Songyan's hand and said, "Did Miss Seventh give this to me?"
Song Yan spread it out and looked at it, then nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Seventh said she wrote a new recipe, which is good for the old lady. Let me try it for the old lady."
"Oh, that's right." Feiyan looked at the prescription in Songyan's hand and nodded slowly.