Chapter 1176 I'm going too

It's strange, it's already noon today, and no one has come to report to him.

Sanwa sat in the study, feeling strangely uneasy as there was no movement in the courtyard for a long time.

Normally, his group of rascals and older brothers would either come to him with this problem because they couldn't make a decision, or they would ask him for more manpower because they couldn't solve that problem.

He's been constantly on the go since he opened his eyes.

But today, not a single one came.

Even Mulan and the two girls didn't bother him.

He put down the book, picked up his cane, and walked outside.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard laughter and chatter coming from the backyard. The wind was blowing through the willow trees, making them rustle, and there were even more sparrows on the willow trees than usual.

He heard from the old men in the government office that since the interference from relatives of the emperor had been constant in the past two years, even sparrows had become scarce.

In the past six months, I haven't seen such a lively scene as sparrows.

He couldn't help but smile; it must be his mother's arrival that brought him good luck.

A child with a mother will always be a child.

He quickened his pace, as if his cane was more useful than his legs.

Before he even entered the door, he heard his usually quiet and unresponsive subordinates calling him "Master Song" so affectionately.

What made him feel most uncomfortable was his mother's laughter; she was very patient and chatted and laughed with them.

If he hadn't recognized his mother's voice, he would have suspected it was some female knight-errant chatting with someone.

As he watched the sunlight shine on the wall, making the leaves glossy, he seemed to see his mother when she was young.

At that time, my father was still alive. My mother would carry a winnowing basket in the yard to winnow wheat. Every now and then, she would bend down and pick out clods of dirt and stones from the basket. The sound of her going back and forth, mixed with my mother's stories about the fun times she and her sisters played, was just like that.

But that was almost twenty years ago, and her mother, whose back had been bent by the years, now stood there straight like a pine tree, her hair tied high behind her head, her calves tightly wrapped in deerskin cloud boots, and her very powerful heels. If she didn't turn around, she looked a lot like her second brother.

Suddenly, the vinegar smell that had just surfaced disappeared, and a sweet feeling welled up in my heart, bubbling and gurgling.

Just like when I was a child, I would stand on a small stool in front of the stove, watching my mother cook rice in the pot. Time was so peaceful and quiet, without any worries or concerns, and everything in front of me was so wonderful.

Later, Sanwa went to school and learned about the saying, "At the time, it seemed so ordinary."

During the two years when his eldest brother got married and his second brother joined the army, he watched his mother grow thinner and thinner, and her face gradually lost its smile. He was most afraid of his mother growing old.

Because he saw a few gray hairs on his mother's head in the wheat field, and she often looked up at the blue sky and sighed when she was bundling wheat.

My mother was fragile then, as if it were already autumn but the dog days of summer were still lingering. A few leaves on the apricot tree had begun to turn yellow, already giving one a sense of impending doom.

It is truly a blessing from heaven that at such an age he has seen his mother, weathered by the passage of time, who now seems increasingly unfamiliar to him.

Leaving behind those worrying children, the mother was reborn.

He had never seen his mother, like a young boy, kick the shuttlecock away with a high kick and then wear a bright and cheerful smile.

"Master Song, can you teach me why you can jump so easily? Is there some secret to it?"

"Master Song, your smile is exactly like ours, except he's not as kind as you, and he scolds us with a stern face from time to time."

"Really? Is he strict with you usually?" Song Chunxue asked with a smile. "But he's your boss, so I guess he's afraid that if he's too friendly, it won't be easy for him to control you."

"Yes, he's actually very kind-hearted. He even played matchmaker for Brother Liu, bringing about a happy marriage. No wonder he's so good; it's all thanks to Master Song's excellent teaching."

Hearing someone trying to flatter him, Jiang Yexun leaned against the doorframe, inwardly laughing and cursing. Usually as stubborn as a donkey, he was surprisingly clever at this moment.

"Master, your horse is so well-behaved, with such a bright and lustrous coat, such a bright chestnut color, and a white mark on its forehead. It also has exceptionally good teeth. Such a fine horse must be very rare."

Sanwa curiously moved forward and, sure enough, saw several constables and soldiers bathing a horse.

Mulan stood aside, watching her two daughters squatting on the ground, playing with handkerchiefs in the basin of water.

On the other side, four young Taoist priests were teaching young soldiers how to practice stance training and how to kill with a single sword strike.

"Sir, why don't you go in? It's so lively today! It's never been this lively at home, not even during the Lunar New Year or the Lantern Festival."

Suddenly, the sound of stone came from behind.

Sanwa was startled and said irritably, "We can't find anyone, and none of you are here to report on the situation outside the city?"

"Oh right, I went to the storeroom to look for tools and forgot to pay my respects to you, sir. It was my dereliction of duty, and I beg you to punish me." Shi Tou carried various tools in his hands, looking down at his toes, as if he was ready to be scolded.

Sanwa snorted, "Do you think I dare to punish her? My mother is so happy because of you. If I punish her, you'll disappear without a trace!"

"Hehehe, no, adults, we're tough as nails." Stone grinned, revealing his perfectly white teeth, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Sanwa raised his foot to kick, but unexpectedly, it was his own injured leg that was extended, causing him to grimace in pain.

"..." He gritted his teeth and held his breath, a layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Are you alright, sir? Have you forgotten that you are still injured? Don't make you use your crutches for a few more days just because of me."

Sanwa, enduring the pain, smacked him with his cane, saying, "Go away, go away, don't get in my way here."

Song Chunxue walked over and saw that Sanwa's face was red from the pain. She thought to herself that she, as a mother, was not as concerned about her child as she used to be.

She took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a pill, and handed it to him.

"Changyun gave it to me, saying it would help me recover quickly. I forgot to give it to you yesterday."

The third child opened his mouth directly.

Helpless, Song Chunxue fed it to him, saying, "So lazy."

"Father, Father, you're here! Look how clean my handkerchief is!" The third daughter, Feiyan, held up the handkerchief with both hands and approached Jiang Yexun, looking for praise.

"Hmm, we can wash handkerchiefs now, and they get so clean. Why don't you wash mine too?"

“Okay, okay,” Feiyan reached out and took her father’s handkerchief, tilting her head as she asked, “If I wash your handkerchief for you, can you buy me some sweet cakes?”

"Yes, I'll go buy it this afternoon." He hasn't bought any sweet cakes for his child lately because he's short of money.

"Forget about the afternoon, I'll take her to buy it now." Han Mo walked over, holding a bright green plum in his hand. "Such a little girl, she's so adorable."

“I’ll go too,” Tudan’er walked over and put his arm around Han Mo’s shoulder. “Do you know how to hold a baby? Have you ever held a baby before? I’m worried you’ll drop it.”