The Prime Minister Seduced Me to Give Birth

Xiangcheng is not too far from Qingshan Village. It takes more than three hundred miles and three and a half days by horse-drawn carriage.

When the Civil Information Bureau heard that it was a mourning letter, they received 2 taels of silver, sealed an envelope with a white background and a black border, and sent a swift horse out of the city. The courier bypassed the county seat in the middle of the night and arrived at Qingshan Village.

It was not dawn, and it was not easy for the messenger to go from house to house to ask questions, so he rested at the entrance of the village for a while, and when it was dawn, someone came out to walk around, and the messenger immediately stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, uncle, there is a family surnamed Jiang here, that is Jiang Hua. Where is your home?"

The villagers pointed the courier in the direction and explained the location in detail, and the courier hurried past on horseback.

At the gate of the courtyard, the messenger banged on the door eagerly.

It is also not allowed to slap the door indiscriminately.

Generally speaking, slap the door three times normally, pause for a while and then pat three times.

Don't slam the door too quickly or too hard, otherwise people will scold people, "I don't understand a little bit of the rules, how did you knock on the door!"

Because only mourners can do this.

Only the old man of the Jiang family woke up at this time.

People are old, doze off lightly, and wake up early.

Hearing this eager knock on the door, the old man only felt his heart skip a beat.

He didn't dare to think whether the knocker didn't understand the rules, or something really happened. He put on his clothes and got up, and while walking out, he called Jiang Hua, "The third one, someone knocked on the door, look who it is."

Going to the west wing, Jiang Hua came out.

He randomly approved a jacket on his body and went to open the door.

Mr. Jiang followed behind him.

The door opened, and the messenger handed the envelope and said, "My condolences and change." Then he turned around and left.

Both Mr. Jiang and Jiang Hua were dumbfounded.

The old man asked Jiang Hua, "What did he just say?"

Jiang Hua looked at the envelope with black borders on a white background under the hazy sky light, and thinking about what this person said just now, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

He quickly stopped the messenger, "Hey, don't go, who are you, and who wrote this letter?"

The messenger stopped, "I sent the letter from the Xiangcheng Civil Information Bureau. I don't know who wrote the letter, I just deliver the letter."

Jiang Hua was anxious, "but no one in our family can read, can you give Nian Nian?"

The messenger shook his head, "I'm sorry bro, I can't read."

He pointed to the envelope and said, "Brother, this is a letter of mourning. You'd better find someone to help you read it."

As soon as Mr. Jiang heard this, his legs softened. Who, who is this missing?

It won't be the second child, it's only five or six days before he leaves for Xiangcheng!

The messenger is gone.

Jiang Hua held the letter with his hands shaking.

Not many people can read in this village.

The closest one is Zhao Lizheng next door.

There was no other way at this time, Jiang Hua walked to the next door and knocked on the door.

The old man Jiang was not very good, and followed Jiang Hua in a daze.

After a while, Zhao Lizheng opened the door.

The hurried knock on the door of Jiang's family just woke him up long ago. He was lying on the bed and pondered. The knock on the door was so hurried, it was estimated that something had happened.

After only a while, he heard the sound of his own door again, and he put on his clothes and came out to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Jiang Hua holding a letter in his hand, and said with a terrified face: "Uncle Li Zheng, there is a letter here, we are not literate, please take a look at it."

When Zhao Lizheng saw the black border on the letter, his heart skipped a beat.

He took the letter, "Let's go, it's hard to see outside, I'll go to your house to light the lamp."

The letter looked like that kind of letter, and he didn't dare to take this unlucky thing home.