Mingxiluo looked at her and did not answer her question first, from clothes to shoes: "I'm going to get married, didn't I give you some silver to buy clothes?" Moreover, the money he gave every month would not make his parents who had thirty acres of land dress like this.

When Mrs. Ming heard this, Yu Guang glanced at her son and burst into tears: "Oh! You don't know, my life is-"

Mingxiluo's tone was cold: "Talk well, if you can't, you can go out and adjust your emotions before coming in."

Mrs. Ming calmed down her crying and sobbed pitifully: "You don't know that your brother's bride wants this or that, and the family wants to buy another yard for them, otherwise you will let your brother marry you. How can we let your brother marry you? But the county magistrate has never suffered any hardships, so it is not an excessive requirement to ask for a yard. In addition, your younger brother's incompetent one wants to marry you, and if you don't marry him, you will die..." Mrs. Ming glanced at her son again, and saw that her son's face became colder, and she was about to cry and swallowed it back into her stomach: "Your father and I sold all the valuable things in the family, and the land... and sold it to raise money to buy a yard next door."

Ming Xiluo looked even more out of the way: "You bought the land at home!"

Mrs. Ming took a careful step back: "It's just a few acres of land. When your little brother gets married, we can buy it back when my mother gets your sister-in-law's dowry. The county magistrate's daughter-in-law has a lot of dowry." If you think it's inappropriate, you can give the money and redeem the land now.

People outside say that her son has some silver coins, and her son is not bad at this.

Ming Xiluo looked at his mother and suddenly smiled: "What my mother said makes sense. She was the money she used to marry a wife for the seventh brother, so she should have paid it back."

When Mrs. Ming heard this, she was immediately dissatisfied: "It's not good to ask for money from her new daughter-in-law. If you tell it, it's a joke. Why don't you give it some first."

"My monthly salary is limited, and I have so many people under my command. My mother thinks I have the remaining money in my hands."

You... Why don't you have money? You don't have money? The Ninth Prince can treat his only son badly. Besides, the furniture in this yard, the black gold wire rattan chair, and the flowers and plants in the yard are not money: "Mom also knows that it's not easy for you, but you see that there is nothing at home now. Otherwise, you let your mother and father live in your yard for a while, don't worry, when your brother marrys his wife and has money, we will move back and will definitely not be bad for you. What do you think?" When they move in, they want to drive them away again, hum...

"Which father is my?" Mingxiluo asked casually.

Mrs. Ming's face suddenly froze: "Just... stay for a few days, and you will definitely move out..."

"I'm afraid it's not very convenient. I often have people from the Jiuwang Mansion here. If I miss it... and my father doesn't know about this, you are still in the Ming family genealogy... But this is not a problem for my mother. The Jiuwang Mansion is more magnificent than a famous family, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing, what about my mother?"

Mrs. Ming's face looked 100 years old. What would happen to the woman in the back house? To put it nicely, it would be a luxury. To put it ugly, I would never think of that yard for the rest of my life. If she had a hard time in her life, it would be fine. She would have some food to eat and someone to serve her when she went in.

But she lives a comfortable and comfortable life now. She has four or five daughters-in-law serving her. She talks at home that she can go wherever she wants. In the future, there will be a daughter-in-law from a county magistrate to serve her. She is from an official family and has no small hands to work. She is dedicated to serving herself. She is so proud of taking her out. It is so comfortable to think about it: "The family... can still live."

"It's good to live there, so I can save my worries about my mother."

"Don't worry, don't worry, your father and I are going to be fine... it's okay." Old Lady Ming looked at the golden thread shining on his clothes and wanted to pull it out for him, but she didn't dare.

Mingxiluo was very satisfied: "I also asked my mother to find out that no matter how troubles arise, it has nothing to do with the Ming family. If my affairs can't be hidden, I'm the one you picked up on the roadside."

Mrs. Ming nodded suddenly: "Yes, I picked it up by the roadside." Why did she forget this? She was confused and told Lao Ming that she picked it up. Anyway, who still remembers so much?

Mrs. Ming solved the most worried thing in her heart and was immediately open-minded. It was because her fifth brother was smart and worthy of being the royal child. So, the royal child, I heard that the little emperor was weak and sick, and the prince was still young, if they all died...

Mrs. Ming's eyes were almost laughing. What kind of virtue can she do? If it weren't for her, the fifth brother would find such a good background. It was because she could find a place to facilitate her at the beginning, so she had the luck of this kid.

So it is also necessary for this kid to be filial to himself. Mrs. Ming subconsciously looked at her privately. Her son was no longer valuable than before.

"Didn't you ask someone to play cards today?"

"Where is you important."

Mingxiluo did not comment.

Mrs. Ming's obscene look far away, and when her son was not paying attention, he quickly flashed over: "Lao Wu, your stone ornament is really beautiful, it's still red, it must look good when it is placed in the house." Mrs. Ming couldn't let it go and stroked: "You said, right?"

It was the red coral she put on, not what she liked. She simply felt that his tone was insufficient, so she used it for him to use it.

Mincilo's eyes fell on the red coral stone sculptures and said nothing.

Mrs. Ming's face was a little stiff. Her son was really annoying and refused to respond: "Look at your brother getting married, you don't have anything to give away. It's better..."

Mingxiluo's voice was not painful: "I just gave one hundred taels a few days ago." As he said that, he walked over slowly, and naturally took Coral Mountain from his mother's hand and placed it on the highest floor of the shelf.

When the old lady Ming saw that she had moved a stool, she suddenly looked embarrassed. Ming Xiaowu, the debt collector...

Mrs. Ming suddenly remembered something. A few days ago, she smiled so hard that her face was filled with comfortable folds: "Who is that girl? It looks so beautiful. My heart is about to melt. No wonder you like it, but you still hide it. I have thought about when to pass the door."

In that sedan chair that day, the dowry would definitely be indispensable. At that time, she would not be able to cure her son, or even a woman. She was offended by her son today, and she would be asked back from the little girl's skin.

When Ming Xiluo heard this, he frowned and his face turned cold.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ming was suddenly scared. She didn't say anything, why was she unhappy again? She was more careful than serving her ancestors every day. What else did he want! She let other sons know what happened to them!
Chapter completed!