The eunuch has a wife GL

I slept soundly that night, because the running around in the past few days has consumed too much mind.

Outside the inn, there was a figure who hadn't closed his eyes for almost the whole night, standing in front of the window and guarding their carriage.

Fucheng near Tianfu is very close to the capital city, and it takes only two days to go there by carriage. The place they want to stay is at the foot of Qingshi Mountain outside the capital city, the ancestral home of Manager Xi: Songjia Village.

Qingshi Mountain is the closest mountain to the capital, and there is a temple on the mountainside, named: Qingshi Temple.

Perhaps it is because it is not very effective, there are not many incense sticks, and the villagers who come and go are the villagers in a few villages at the foot of the mountain.

The coachman did not send Baizhi and Wei Ziwan to Songjia Village, but came down to say hello to the villagers, and dutifully took them up to Qingshi Mountain.

It is said that the old patriarch lives in the Qingshi temple on the mountainside, he has heard that they are coming, and has been waiting in the Taoist temple for a long time.

The mountain road is not tortuous, and the steps paved with bluestone slabs are also very smooth, but it becomes narrower as you go up, and in the end, two people can barely walk side by side.

The coachman was leading the way, as if he was familiar with this place.

Occasionally, some villagers passed by, Bai Zhi and Wei Ziwan carefully observed the surroundings, and found nothing unusual.

Qingshi Mountain is not high, about half an hour later, it is halfway up the mountain.

A simple and quiet Taoist temple appeared in front of my eyes.

"I'll send the two of you here, and I'll go back to Ninglin Mansion here." The coachman bowed with his fists in his arms, and turned to go down the mountain.

After the person walked away, Bai Zhi couldn't help frowning: "I don't know why, but there is always a feeling of deja vu along the way."

This feeling is the same as when I just left the capital, I rushed all the way to Lingjue Mountain Villa, and I was properly arranged.

Although the current situation is different from that at that time, the feeling of being arranged is strangely similar.

Wei Ziwan pursed her lips, and said calmly, "Perhaps, we should get off the car halfway."

You shouldn't have accepted Guanshi Xi's kindness and come all the way to this Qingshi Mountain.

"Come on, let him go to the dragon's pond and tiger's lair, go in and find out." Bai Zhi raised her eyebrows, her face rarely showed some youthful spirit, probably because she was in the mountains and forests, her mind would be more open.

I have to say that compared to when I was in Lingjue Villa, I felt more comfortable.

The corners of Wei Ziwan's lips raised slightly and said: "My husband is right, after all we have nothing, so we don't have any scruples."

Bai Zhi paused, glanced at Wei Ziwan, then silently moved her eyes to the side, if she was worried---

It didn't exist before.

Maybe now.

"Who says we don't have anything, don't we still have more than 100 taels of silver?"

Wei Ziwan smiled deeper, and nodded softly: "My husband is right."

Bai Zhi tilted her head and said nothing, money is a thing of the body, is she a person who values ​​money, she is obviously worried about whether this woman is good or not.

The two of them rested for a while outside the gate of the Taoist temple, and then walked in hand in hand.

There is no Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face in Qingshi Temple, and all the Taoist priests of different ages are seen along the way. Bai Zhi looked at it a little, and knew that the people practicing here should be women.

What about the patriarch of the Song family village?Live in Qingshiguan?

After they were led into a guest room and saw a kind-hearted old lady, the doubts in their hearts were answered.

The patriarch of Songjia Village was actually a woman.

"Are you Xi Er's nephew? Your surname is Bai?" The old patriarch glanced over, and his eyes fell on Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi politely saluted: "Exactly, this junior has met the patriarch."

It should be called the patriarch. By the way, is the nickname of Xi Da's steward Xi Er?

The old patriarch didn't correct her name, nodded his head, turned his eyes to Wei Ziwan again: "Is this your first wife?"

"Exactly." Bai Zhi replied calmly, and Wei Ziwan also bowed at the right time.

"Sit down, I have something to explain." The old patriarch casually pointed to the futon on the ground.

Bai Zhi looked down, and sat cross-legged side by side with Wei Ziwan.

"I don't know what orders you have?"

The old patriarch coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "I have no children all my life, and now I am old and sick. I thought that there would be no successors for this patriarch, but I didn't expect that there would be a younger generation who was related to me by blood. Stay and return to the clan with the old man tomorrow..."

Bai Zhi was confused at first, but then almost stunned, which is different from what she said.

According to the old patriarch, the direct descendant of the Song family would be gone when she came here, and the ones who were closer were the pair of children left by the old lady's aunt.

The two brothers and sisters are Guanshi Xi and his younger sister who died young.

Manager Xi and his wife are loving, but they have no children, but his sister gave birth to a son, Bai Zhi.

No, no, Bai Zhi suddenly focused.

What the hell, Guanshi Xi's nephew doesn't exist at all, her current identity is fabricated.

Even if Guanshi Xi's nephew is real, it's not her. She is an impostor now, so how can she take over as the patriarch.

"Patriarch, the younger generation thinks that it is better for the members of the Song clan to take on such important tasks." Did the patriarch figure out whether he would choose her as a foreigner instead of the members of the Song clan in a village.

No matter whether it is the real nephew or the fake nephew, they all belong to the clan with a different surname, not to mention that she is an imposter, Bai Zhi shook her head when she heard this.

Seeing this, the old patriarch also shook his head and said: "The important thing is not the surname, but the blood of our direct line. You have half of the blood of the direct line, so you are more qualified to take over the position of patriarch than ordinary clansmen."

Seeing Bai Zhi's expression of refusal, she suddenly smiled and said: "But it doesn't have to be like this, there is another person in the clan who has the blood of our Song family like you, and you can only choose one of them. Those who perform differently in the competition can take on this great task."

Bai Zhi immediately felt relieved, it was easy, she already knew the result of the final competition, of course it was because of the badness.

Just do the poor performance yourself.

"I don't know what to try?"

The old patriarch smiled slightly: "The country is based on the people, do you know what is the most important thing to the people?"

The corner of Bai Zhi's mouth twitched, and she said in a delicate tone: "Food is the paramount necessity of the people?"

This terrible feeling, why is it the same as Lingjue Mountain Villa, ordinary small villages live the lives of ordinary people, how can they talk about the people-oriented country at the first opening.

Fortunately, the old patriarch's next words dispelled her doubts.

"That's right, so the competition in our clan is to feed the villagers, and the most important thing is to take care of the fields." The old patriarch nodded approvingly.

Bai Zhi and Wei Ziwan glanced at each other, and immediately looked at each other in blank dismay. It turned out that they were competing in farming, but luckily it wasn't some kind of messy competition. They were almost psychologically shadowed by Lingjue Villa.