"People understand, people understand. Watch 1 Mao 2 Line 3 Chinese Net" Song Yiren smiled intently: "When he comes, people will prepare for him to start a family!"

Su Jin pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "I will mention you a few more words. If you want to serve Jiang Shangmei, don't find the kind of bitter and mean old girl with yellow flowers for him. It doesn't matter if he is perfect, as long as he is under three years old. Ten years old, with a good-looking appearance and a gentle personality, it would be good to be able to hold a man's heart."

Where did Song Yiren know at this time? In another time and space, he made a 68-year-old girl for Jiang Shangmei. Not only was she like an old pickle, her personality was also so harsh that Jiang Shang didn’t feel it. The slightest beauty of marriage has become one of the main factors for leaving Xiqi in the future.

"Yes, Shangguan, people know..." After a few moments, Song Yiren arched his hands.

Su Jin stood up, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and said, "Work harder, all your efforts will be seen in my eyes."

Song Yiren said firmly and firmly, "Shangguan, please rest assured, you must do your best to live up to your expectations!"

Time flies, and four days have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the fifth day after Su Jin left, Jiang Shang, dressed in a light blue gown and carrying a bag of piano and sword behind him, came to Songjiazhuang from afar and stopped under an old tree with green willows swaying.

"Dare to ask what you can do?" A door took the initiative to step forward and asked in a kind and gentle manner.

In the past few days, they have received a severe warning from the owner of the family, not to neglect all the guests who come to visit, no matter how shabby the other party shows.

Because of this, the two gates put away their sharp edges, and they dared not look at people with the power of Songjiazhuang.

"Is the Patriarch of your house still Song Yiren?" Jiang Ziya asked instead. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Text. Net

Hearing him calling the name of the Patriarch, the gatekeeper lowered his posture and said respectfully: "My Patriarch is Song Yiren, Master Song."

"Your Excellency troubled me for the purpose, and the deceased Jiang Shang came to visit." Jiang Ziya arched his hands.

The door hurriedly responded and turned and walked into the mansion. Not long after, Jiang Ziya saw an old man with gray beard and gray walking hurriedly, his face full of surprise and joy.

"Brother Ziya, why have you come to see me until now?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya felt ashamed and ashamed. At the same time, he was constantly moved, holding the hand that Song Yiren stretched out, and said, "My dear friend, this matter is my brother's fault."

Song Yiren laughed, holding Jiang Ziya's sleeves back and leading him to the inside of the manor: "I have been severely punished, let's go and drink with me. Brother Ziya, please drink a few more glasses."

Soon, Song Yiren brought Jiang Ziya to a meeting room, and ordered the servants to serve the wine first, and then the food, the smile on his face was uninterrupted.

Seeing Song Yiren's performance at this time, Jiang Ziya sighed sincerely: "My dear friend, in this vast world, there are no two people who treat Ziya like you."

Song Yiren smiled and said, "You and I are worshiping brothers. I am older than you. It is not lucky to live and die together, but it is still possible to achieve the same wealth. My family is yours, and you are free."

"My dear..." Jiang Ziya, who had suffered a cold eye in Yuxu Palace, his eyes were red when he heard the words, and raised the drink in front of him and said, "I respect you."

Song Yiren touched the glass with him, drank all the wine in the glass, and said, "Where did the virtuous brother go after years?"

"My dear Hui, my brother has been asking for help in Kunlun Mountains for these years, and he has become white on his temples without knowing it." Jiang Ziya let out a long suffocating breath and said softly.

"Cultivation? What famous temple has been cultivated?" Song Yiren asked curiously.

Jiang Ziya smiled bitterly: "The fairy road is rugged, and Brother Yu hasn't been able to build anything famous..."

"If you are successful in cultivation, naturally you don't need to think about other things, but since the path of the good brother is not going well, then you have to think about it more." Song Yiren said.

Jiang Ziya was taken aback and hesitated: "What does my dear friend mean?"

"As the saying goes, there are three unfilial piety, and no queen is the greatest. In Kunlun Mountains, can there be a Dao couple? If you don’t have one, you will be a matchmaker for your brother. If you have a beautiful woman, you will have a boy and a half girl. Life! Otherwise, what are you busy all your life for?" Song Yiren said.

Xu Ye's words touched the softest part of Jiang Ziya's heart, so that he was slightly surprised.

"Since Brother Xian has acquiesced, the matter is settled, and tomorrow I will start looking for a beautiful woman for you." Song Yiren said with a smile.

"My dear man, wait a minute, my dear man, wait a minute!" Seeing that he had confirmed the matter during his own question and answer, Jiang Ziya couldn't laugh or cry: "Fool hasn't planned to start a family yet."

"You are now in an ancient age, half of your body is about to fall into the soil. If you don't get a family, you still have a chance?" Song Yiren asked, his eyes gradually becoming weird: "Couldn't you be a virtuous brother?"

Jiang Ziya: "..."

"Okay, okay, it's up to me to handle everything. If the marriage I find for you then doesn't suit you, it won't be too late for you to refuse." Song Yiren concluded.

The kindness is difficult, Jiang Ziya really doesn't know how to refuse, but silently makes up his mind, no matter what kind of woman the dear friend finds, he will definitely not agree!

After a short while, after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Song Yiren was dizzy when he drank, and waved his hand: "Virtuous brother, you can't be a brother. You can eat slowly. In our house, you don't have to be restrained."

Jiang Ziya got up and insisted on sending Yiren Song back to the room. After closing the door for him, he raised his eyes to the galaxy on the sky, and whispered, "Home..."

"Second master, the servant girl will take you to the guest room to rest?" At this moment, a girl who seemed to have only twenty-eight fragrant flowers came to him slowly, speaking softly and authentically.

"Second master..." Jiang Ziya smiled and nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

Nothing happened all night, turning around is already clear.

After waking up from a hangover, Yiren Song sat quietly on the bed for a while, quickly found his soul, and hurriedly walked out of the room, left Songzhuang Village in a carriage, and came to Chaoge City, where he found a firm specializing in population trading.

When he wanted to come, although his second brother would be extraordinary in the future, it was already a rare age, and it was a bit too discouraged to marry a young girl with an innocent family.

But if you come to the sea of ​​suffering in this firm and salvage a poor man from the sea of ​​suffering, marrying Jiang Shang will undoubtedly be reborn, and you may even get rich in the future, killing two birds with one stone!

And the most important thing is the other two points. First, there are so many women in the business, you can choose carefully, and you must choose a woman who meets the requirements of many parties. Secondly, the woman she selected will definitely rely on herself in the future. If Jiang Shang develops in the future, through this relationship, the Song family will benefit infinitely.

"Call out all the best women here, regardless of whether you are a big girl or a daughter-in-law, as long as I am satisfied, money is not a problem!" After finding the person in charge of the firm, Song Yiren slammed a package on the wooden table. Shouted boldly.