It was freezing and snowy outside, so the children's faces were red from the cold, and their hands that were exposed were also red.

Song Qingci invited these six or seven young boys to warm themselves by the fire and asked Feng Xun to bring them some snacks.

Seeing the ice hanging from Xunxun's sleeves, Song Qingci asked him to dry it off and scolded him with a smile, "Did you sneak in to play in the water again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several other children secretly put their hands behind their backs.

These kids are really not afraid of the cold!

The thing that was most abundant on the mountain was firewood, so Song Qingci and Fengxun lit two more braziers.

When the temperature in the house rose, the children took off their cotton-padded jackets, chattered while eating snacks, and waited anxiously for the sweet potatoes and chestnuts roasting by the brazier.

"Thank you for your hard work." Song Qingci asked Feng Xun to give ten cents to each child.

She couldn't do the job of fetching water, so she originally wanted to ask an adult for help.

Of course, you can't ask for help for free.

But later, Xunxun heard about it and insisted on taking her friends with her. After nagging Song Qingci for a long time, the latter reluctantly agreed.

Several children looked at Xunxun, waiting for his nod.

Obviously, Xunxun is the leader of the children.

"No money," Xunxun said, "We can eat, drink, and go out to play. If you ask for money, do you still have any shame?"

The other children nodded.

This is true.

They were all very happy to come to Song Qingci.

It's always warm here, there are new and exciting foods, and you can relax here without worrying about being beaten or scolded.

Song Qingci never understood why children still wanted to come to her even though she clearly didn't like them.

Feng Xun saw it clearly: "Because you just say you don't like it. But every time they come, they eat and take. Children are greedy. Not to mention that there are few things in the mountains, even at the foot of the mountain, look at those poor children. Can they touch a piece of candy to eat in a whole year?"

Song Qingci likes girls.

Well, except for that little bad guy like Jin Yue who has too many schemes.

She is so vindictive.

Girls like her too.

Song Qingci would braid their hair beautifully, cut their nails, clean their ears, and for those teenage girls, she would also teach them physiological knowledge.

In short, although Song Qingci's clinic did not open, the "school" was very lively.

Those who came to help today were all bad boys. Song Qingci forced money on them and made them some noodles with soybean paste.

Six boys ate two pots.

Song Qingci was very happy watching this.

As a "cook", the greatest sense of accomplishment is to have empty plates and bowls.

After dinner, all the other children left, but Xunxun stayed and refused to leave.

While Song Qingci was preparing the medicine, he stood by and asked all sorts of questions.

"Sister, could someone have poisoned the spring?"

Song Qingci: "...No way. How could you think of this question?"

"When I went to get water today, I found that the water source was under surveillance."

"Huh? Why?" Song Qingci asked in confusion.

"I heard it was my father, and I was afraid someone would do something bad."

"Oh. I've only heard that this kind of preparation is necessary when marching into battle."

She knew all this because her father, who worshipped King Zhenbei, had done a lot of research.

Her mother was once very worried that her father would be so crazy as to join the army. She brainwashed her father every day, pretending to be weak and unable to take care of himself, and expressed her determination not to lose her father.

Her father is a wife slave, so he can only accompany his wife without fulfilling his ambitions.

But he needed to talk, so he could only talk to Song Qingci.

Song Qingci was not interested in marching and fighting at all, and she just listened to it in one ear and out the other. However, her father, like Tang Monk, chanted sutras for a long time, and she finally learned something.

Could it be that Mr. Fu San really came from the military?

You know what, they look quite similar.

Even a person like this couldn't get a position in the army?

What happened afterwards that made him become a bandit?

Mr. Fu San and Huaishan are really incompatible.

“…When I heard it was my father who sent the people, my legs went weak.”

"Are you still afraid of your father?" Song Qingci's thoughts were pulled back by Xunxun, and he couldn't help but ask with a smile.

He was tearing off the tiles on the roof every day. A few days ago, he was punished by Mr. Fu San to stand under the corridor. He was still smiling and begging Song Qingci to talk to him.

Song Qingci didn't dare.

What if she is also implicated?

Xunxun despised her, "Why are you so timid? How could my father punish you?"

"Why not?"

That's her third uncle.

But she didn't tell anyone because she was afraid of trouble.

Then Mr. Fu San came out, and Song Qingci immediately slipped back to his room like a frightened rabbit, stating that he had absolutely not "colluded with Xunxun."

Xunxun's eyes were about to roll out of the sky.

Even so, he still said he was afraid of his father?

"My dad has been keeping an eye on me these days!" Xunxun said depressedly while sitting on the couch and swinging his feet, while his hands were not idle either, touching the tip of Songzi's tail.

Songzi was sleeping, and out of impatience he swept him with his tail.

But he found pleasure in it and wanted to touch it even more.

Song Qingci simply couldn't bear to watch it.

It’s true that when I was seven or eight years old, I was disliked by dogs.

"Why is your father staring at you?"

Mr. Fu Sanye is quite free with Xunxun and is not very restrictive.

It’s just that Xunxun is too playful. If we leave him alone, he will become a wild child.

After all, he is the Third Master's son. It is obviously inappropriate to raise him into a prodigal son in the future.

"Watch me practice calligraphy." Xunxun said depressedly.

"Your handwriting is like a dog crawling. You really need to practice it."

"How dare you say that to me?" Xunxun was unhappy. "How much better is your handwriting than mine?"

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