This quiet Jiangnan courtyard is still as it is in memory.

The edges and corners of the green stone floor have been repaired with gravel, and are so clean that not a single weed grows on it.

The flowers, plants and trees in the yard are lush and prosperous, just like his wife's black hair. She is clearly in her fifties, but she still looks like a woman in her early thirties.

With bright eyes and a quiet demeanor, even though she had only seen her husband for fifteen years, she did not show any emotional fluctuation at all. She only gave a slight bow and invited you to enter the urn.

Mrs. Tong used to think that such a wife was as dull as wood, but now she also feels that it is a rare beauty to be able to retain the accumulation of time and calmness, which is as rare as mutton-fat jade.

Everything in my hometown is still the same, and the appearance of my wife of six years is still the same. Only I am the real old one.

When a man looks back many years later, his heart will always soften when he sees a young, beautiful woman who belongs to him.

Not to mention that the aunt in her forties at that time was really not young anymore, but when she compared her score with anyone, compared with Mrs. Tong and other women of her generation, she was really too young.

Moreover, some women are like wine, their beauty accumulated over time becomes more mellow.

Mr. Tong sat down and sighed: "I didn't expect that Mr. Xiang's hair is as white as snow, but Mr. Xiang is still young."

Mrs. Tong smiled and asked, "Who is Mr. Xiang?"

Kill instantly with one sentence, the old lady’s fighting power is so violent!

Mr. Tong was slightly startled. Did he call his wife by the wrong name?

It has been more than thirty years. When my wife married into the Tong family on behalf of my sister-in-law, she was only a thirteen-year-old girl. She was shy, beautiful and young, and she had been favored by him for a short time. Could it be that he really called her wrong.

Because of this mistake, Mr. Tong felt even more guilty. He always felt inferior to his wife and could not say many things.

Mrs. Tong is not a flatterer, so of course she will not throw away the burden. Although her nickname is Xiangjun, she cannot take the initiative to admit it.

"The gifts I sent you last time are what the public deserves. These gifts were given to you privately by me."

The old lady glanced at the waiting woman.

The ladies immediately understood the essence of the old lady's spirit. Several people opened the boxes outside and began to register.

"A set of fifty-eight pieces of fine porcelain, worth forty-eight taels."

"Four sets of Su embroidery pillows and quilts, worth one hundred and twenty-five taels."

...

"A total of two thousand one hundred and thirty-five taels of silver."

After counting and carrying it down, Mr. Tong was covered in sweat.

He entrusted it to the old aunt Qi Ge. It was five thousand taels of silver, and the old aunt Qi Ge could embezzle half of it.

This is not difficult to imagine, but the embezzlement from Qige's old aunt was more than the gifts given here, which made him feel even more ashamed.

This is for your daughter. You didn't ask your son-in-law's family to provide some money. The master provided the money, but you still embezzled more than half of the money. It's so outrageous.

Because Mr. Tong was angry, he did not bring up the topic again.

Just in time, Tao'er delivered the dishes from Yuan Wense's side.

Mrs. Tong asked: "Who is this girl?"

A daughter-in-law replied: "She is the third wife's niece."

Mrs. Tong said: "How old is the girl from the Yu family?"

"Fifteen years old."

Mr. Tong frowned and said to his wife: "Why have you fallen in love with a girl from the Yu family again? Is it possible that our Tong family will not be able to marry that good wife?"

Mrs. Tong said: "Your grandson was disabled by you."
Chapter completed!