Shen Hanyang shook her head. "Look at your lack of ambition." She took the bowl and chopsticks out.

They chatted while washing the dishes.

Li Yuanzhao: "What's that wonderfully fragrant smell?"

"I made these mosquito coils! This is my first time using them. Look, all the flies are dead." Song Yan thought the mosquito coils were incredibly effective.

"Is this thing difficult to make? What do you need? Is it expensive?" Li Yuanzhao asked.

Song Yan: "Tell me, is this thing good or not? If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"These materials must have been bought with money! Is it easy to make? If it's cheap, I'll take it. Otherwise, I won't." Li Yuanzhao said very seriously.

"I'll give them to you, I'll give them to you, it's not your turn! These two beautiful women are standing here, I'd be happy to give them to them," Song Yan said.

Shen Hanyang looked at the fly that had fallen to the ground. "This thing is really useful. And it smells so good too."

At this moment, Song Yan simply wanted to share good things with his friends and had no other intentions.

Song Yan took a small basin and filled it with dumplings.

Shen Hanyang: "You took too much."

"Your husband isn't one to eat alone. He can't just eat by himself while Gao Weijie watches, can he? And if he lets your wife go hungry, how can you not feel good about it?"

"Hey! Can't you speak properly?" Shen Hanyang blushed again.

People blush so easily at this time, it's so funny.

Li Yuanzhao: "They really got a great deal."

Shen Hanyang laughed again, "You're envious watching them get a bargain? Then you should find one too."

Li Yuanzhao: "Did you learn bad habits from Song Yan?"

"To be honest, Gao Weijie was quite sensible except for the first day."

There were two leftover flatbreads from lunch, and he planned to make do with them for dinner; if it wasn't enough, so be it. Pan Bo said, "You're always so generous; you must have taken a lot of dumplings." He told him to wait a bit, and that if the two of them shared the dumplings and the flatbreads, they'd definitely be full.

Hearing what Pan Bo said, and seeing me bring out the grain, he insisted on giving Pan Bo a pound of grain. He said he had already made a profit and couldn't keep going on and on. "Shen Hanyang said.

Song Yan: "Okay, it's not bad."

Dong Mingming watched as Shen Hanyang entered the courtyard carrying a basin and went directly into the male educated youth's room.

Li Yuanzhao smelled of meat, the aroma of meat dumplings.

Dong Mingming couldn't help but swallow. She was so angry that she couldn't stay inside any longer and went to the yard for some fresh air.

The voices of the male educated youth in that room were so clear.

"It smells so good! I can hardly taste meat anymore... Such delicious dumplings and you only give them that little bit of food. I feel so bad." That's Gao Weijie's voice.

"Song Yan is so generous, bringing back so much. We don't need to eat cornbread anymore. There will definitely be enough dumplings." It was Pan Bo.

"It smells so good! I'll have to have a dumpling in my mouth before I go to sleep. My mouth will still taste like meat tomorrow morning." This was Gao Weijie.

"You're useless!" Pan Bo said disdainfully.

"Hehe! I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to eat first."...

Dong Mingming was filled with resentment. She had been scolded three times and beaten twice today.

She wondered why everyone else was doing better than her. She wanted to make them all look bad.

Dong Mingming has incurred public wrath without realizing it.

The sky outside is already full of stars.

The people in the thatched hut haven't rested yet, and Song Yan said he'd bring them dumplings today.

Old Zeng heard footsteps. "They're here!" he said, going out to greet them first.

Old Zeng has become domineering now. He wants to be the first to see anything given to him and the first to taste it.

Song Yan: "Dad, try my dumplings, they're so delicious." Song Yan doesn't call his dad often, afraid that if he gets into the habit, he'll give himself away in front of others.

Old Du scoffed at Old Zeng's attempt to take advantage of the child, saying, "How can you be so shameless, insisting on calling the child 'Dad'?"

"You're drooling! Listen to me, daughter, you're not allowed to acknowledge any other father besides your own." Old Zeng picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, without even using chopsticks.

Old Liao: "If you're so capable, make her disown even her own father and only acknowledge you!"

“I have principles. I never do things that don’t make sense.” Old Zeng stuffed a second dumpling into his mouth.

Old Han couldn't stand his smugness anymore. "Tsk tsk tsk! How many unreasonable things have you done?"

Old Du ate his dumplings while his mouth was still busy, "Why do you think he always wins battles? It's because he's so shameless, always stealing or occupying."

"What? Victory is the only truth. You think you can reason with the enemy? I can outmaneuver them, that's my skill."

We're all going to fight, but other units have to wait for logistical supplies. My soldiers, on the other hand, will have food and clothing first.

"I have the ability to snatch it from the enemy; no one can be envious of this." Old Zeng said while eating quickly.

Old Liao: "He's clearly been to school, so even if he doesn't have the air of a scholar, he shouldn't look like a bandit. Look at him, he has no manners at all!"

He always talked about how knowledgeable and beautiful his wife was.

I can't believe it. A modern woman who's graduated from a prestigious university could be interested in someone like him.

"It's all pointless to say anything. My wife just loves someone like me," Old Zeng said.

Song Yan poured water for them using a military water bottle.

Old Zeng took a sip and said, "It's quite sweet; they added sugar."

"Hmm!" Actually, Song Yan didn't add any sugar at all.

When Song Yan finished treating Han Yu, she vaguely felt that the spring water had changed color the second time she looked at it. Why only vaguely? Because at first glance, the spring water seemed to have a slight golden tint, but upon closer inspection, it was still clear spring water.

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