Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 51 Visiting the Du Mansion

Just come back to see the old man another day.

Song Mu asked Wei Ziqing to take him to the vegetable market and bought a chicken and a basket of eggs.

Wei Ziqing was still puzzled, did he stop going to the county government office?

"Do you want chicken soup?"

Song Mu held the egg in one hand and Wei Ziqing in the other, and said with a smile, "Why, I still have to go to the magistrate, how can I be empty-handed and not bring some gifts?"

Song Mu was honest, and he bought it according to the highest etiquette in the countryside. The old hen was still alive, and the eggs were also selected from Xiaochai eggs, which were the most expensive.

Wei Ziqing scratched his head, wondering if this ceremony was appropriate, but they didn't come here to ask for work, so they should be happy, right?

Not far from the county government office is the government office of the county lord, and Song Boming is also the two sons of the county lord. Some relatives and other wealthy households will send their children here to study with them for some profit reasons. .

The Du Mansion was not as fortified as imagined. It was no different from ordinary rich families. There were no officers and soldiers outside to handle it. Only a slave went in and made a sound. After a short wait, a middle-aged housekeeper came out.

The butler may have met Song Mu before, and he spoke politely, leading the two into the door, and kept exchanging pleasantries along the way.

"You have come all the way here in person."

"It's not far, it's not far. I've moved to the county seat. Why don't I come and see the county lord? Bo Ming has caused a lot of trouble here."

The butler spoke with a smile, and with a Mandarin that was different from the locals, he led the two of them to a gazebo, invited them to sit down, and asked them to pour tea.

"The county master is not at home today, and the wife is not in good health, and it is not convenient to meet guests. Look at this..."

This kind of rhetoric is really official and old-fashioned, and it can be summed up as "the master is not free, so you can go back if you have nothing to do."

Wei Ziqing understood clearly, but Song Mu didn't know, so he believed it and hurriedly put the eggs and chicken on the table.

"Hey, are you seriously ill? I happened to bring chickens and eggs to feed my wife."

The butler turned over the eggs, and looked under the chicken wings unwillingly. Is this gone?Is it really an egg delivery?

The housekeeper's smile showed a hint of impatience. Master Song's family really didn't have the slightest sense of sight. They came to the government office with some mess, did they think they were relatives visiting from their village?

The young ones wore patched clothes and lowered their heads and looked petty, while the old ones were neatly dressed, but they were too picky.

"There is no shortage of these things in our house. Madam has to choose carefully what she eats and uses. She doesn't eat all dirty things."

Song Mu also felt that something was wrong, and he was a little anxious: "Why are you talking so young, why is this unclean? I just bought it from the market, and I specially picked an old hen."

"Our county lord can see the country people wherever he comes from. If you have nothing to do, go back."

The housekeeper didn't bother to deal with it anymore, and got up to leave.

Wei Ziqing couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't intend to cause trouble in the county government office, and he didn't care much about this kind of snobbery. After all, he had seen too much, but Song Mu's face was flushed with anger, so he couldn't count it like that up. "Can you represent the magistrate?"

A gentle mandarin called to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper heard the sound and looked over. It was the lady of the Song family who kept her head down.

"I can't can you?"

"Oh? I heard that County Master Wei Du has always loved the people like a son. He often went to the village to investigate the people's conditions. He often ate and lived with the poor. The County Lord himself often said that his ancestors were farmers, and he was the descendant of farmers. Why are you here? The things of the country people are not clean? You mean that the county magistrate grew up eating dirty things?"

The housekeeper didn't expect that the gentleman spoke softly, but his words were not forgiving.

"I didn't say, you can't talk nonsense."