The next time I heard news from the Jia Mansion was when Jia Yucun came to visit again.

Jia Yucun rose to power by relying on the Rongguo Mansion, so he came here to act as a lobbyist.

The Jia Mansion had long been in a mess, with only a shell that could not be any emptyer.

Jia Yucun persuaded Lin Ruhai to help the Jia family, but he also wanted to gain some benefits from it.

Lin Ruhai called Lingrong to the study and asked, "Father wants to hear your opinion on the affairs of the Jia family."

Ling Rong thought for a moment and said, "To answer father's question, that is my mother's family. If they are really in trouble, they can help them a little."

"It's just that my daughter went there once and saw that the servants almost took up the entire yard."

"I have to support my grandmother, but even if I spend all my savings, it's just a waste of money to support those servants."

When Lingrong returned to Suzhou, she talked about the grandeur of the National Government.

When he was in the capital before, Lin Ruhai had also witnessed the extravagance of the Duke's Mansion.

If it were an ordinary family, supporting the mother-in-law and two uncles would be within their means.

But the Duke's Mansion was so grand that Lin Ruhai didn't have the confidence to say that he could afford it.

When the situation came to a standstill, Jia Yucun brought up the idea of ​​building a garden for Jia Yuanchun.

She said before that she couldn't even afford food, and now she has to spend a large sum of money to build a garden for her visit to her mother. It seems that she is not short of food.

After sending Jia Yucun away, peace returned to the Lin Mansion.

Lin Ruhai also asked someone to bring some silver to Lady Jia, a total of one thousand taels.

After the Chinese New Year, Lin Ruhai became increasingly busy with official duties.

As the Imperial Censor of Salt, he inspected the salt administration in Lianghuai.

Although Ling Rong knew little about officialdom, she was somewhat aware of the darkness on the Salt Road.

After encountering two plots, Lingrong had no choice but to give Lin Ruhai a medicine that did not harm his body, leaving him bedridden.

After the Jia family was completely ruined, the emperor emeritus passed away and the emperor took control of the power.

Lin Ruhai, who had been ill for a long time, asked his steward to go to the capital in person.

Two months later, many officials in the Lianghuai Salt Administration were dismissed, and the emperor sent his trusted aides to fill the vacancies.

This time, the great earthquake on the Salt Road not only spread the emperor's confidants all over the place, but more importantly, the silver looted was enough for the national treasury to squander for several years.

Lin Ruhai had been ill, so the emperor bestowed him the title of marquis and gave him a sinecure.

Lin Ruhai worked hard all his life just to restore the title of his ancestors.

After receiving the imperial edict and enshrining it in the ancestral hall, Lin Ruhai burst into tears.

Lingrong had been keeping an eye out for a suitable man. When she was eighteen years old, she met an orphan.

Lin Ruhai stopped him, saying that such a person would bring bad luck to his relatives.

Lingrong and Lin Ruhai analyzed the matter, and Lin Ruhai reluctantly agreed to meet the person.

Zhao Yanqing, a native of Suzhou, had a height and appearance that were both within Lingrong's ideal range.

After seeing the person, Lin Ruhai tested him and then nodded.

The wedding sedan and wedding dress were also things that I had never had in my previous life.

On the wedding night, Lingrong also learned the difference between a young man and an old man.

In three years, Lin Ruhai had two grandchildren and was busy taking care of them all day long.

After his time was occupied, Lin Ruhai had less time to miss Jia Min, and his health recovered better and better.

Another winter day, there was a knock on the door of the Lin Mansion.

After the doorman asked about the visitor's identity, he welcomed him in.

When Lingrong saw the man, the man put his hands together and said to Lingrong, "Amitabha, how are you, benefactor?"

Ling Rong also clasped her hands together and said, "Master, are you okay?"

The two smiled at each other, as if some kind of bond had been untied.

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