Chapter 1258 I really want to stay

When Song Chunxue woke up early in the morning, she sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), her mind a little foggy.

I don't quite remember what time I got back last night; maybe it was because I cried too much and was exhausted.

She discovered that crying brought her a sense of peace.

Like an idiot.

It will take a long time to recover.

No wonder she had such a hard life in her past life; she never had time to let herself cry properly and release her emotions.

She slowly washed her face, then went to the kitchen and found two plates, which she filled with fried dough sticks and snacks—these were her tea snacks.

People are indeed getting lazier and lazier. She no longer wants to make breakfast. Drinking morning tea is convenient and easy, and most importantly, it refreshes the mind.

After drinking a can of tea, all the events of last night, even if one is drunk and doesn't know what tastes like, will instantly come to a clear mind.

After she started the fire, she realized they were all leaving soon, so she decided to just cook something simple for themselves.

The people in the village are living a good life. In the morning, they will heat up some pickled meat. If they also have stir-fried meat with vermicelli or stir-fried eggs with chives, it will be incredibly delicious.

So she went to the kitchen as quickly as possible and cooked two dishes.

When I carried the two dishes out of the courtyard, my master was already sitting in front of the tea stove adding firewood.

"You're up? That's quite early," said the Moon-Companion Immortal. "I didn't expect that straw bed to be so comfortable. It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and good for your bones. How did you come up with the idea of ​​using it as a bed?"

"I was lying on the haystack when I realized I had accidentally fallen asleep, and I was sleeping very soundly. So I thought I'd put some wheat straw in a sack and make a sturdy bed, if Master liked it..."

"May I take this with me?"

Song Chunxue didn't expect him to like it so much. "Well, if Master likes it, take it with you. I'll make a few more and put them together. Four big burlap sacks, packed in a square shape, pieced together to keep them from moving around. It'll be more reassuring than sleeping on a kang (heated brick bed).

In the north, even if the straw stalks are pressed firmly on the ground, they are not easily damp or infested with insects.

But the South is definitely not an option; it will probably need to be replaced in less than three to five years.

But this bed is in the north, and it should last for ten years without any problems, unless the edges of the burlap sack get worn and need to be reinforced.

Xie Zheng came out of the yard, rubbed his eyes, and sat down in front of a low wooden stump. "Can I have two? I think they're more comfortable than a bed."

“Okay, there are two left in the thatched kiln,” Song Chunxue said. “We made too many and they were left over. You can make a soft couch for a short rest when you get back.”

"Okay, thank you."

Song Chunxue was slightly taken aback, then smiled and replied, "You're welcome."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal merely glanced at them, then took a bite of his fried dough and poured himself some tea.

The aroma of the burnt red dates was irresistible. Although I liked the smell, I didn't like the taste, so I threw the red dates into Song Chunxue's tea canister.

“Qi Yun stayed up late last night with that stubborn donkey. He probably won’t get up until after we’ve had tea.” Ban Yue Xianren looked at Song Chunxue. “We’ll leave after we have tea. You don’t need to prepare lunch.”

"In such a hurry, I was thinking of going to the eldest brother's house to kill a chicken so that my master could taste the potato stewed chicken that my master loves."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal smiled and said, "Next time."

"Alright." Song Chunxue stood up. "I'll go get you some food."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal sighed helplessly, "All you ever think about is food."

"Hey, that's all I like. Master, you're not some fairy who eats flower petals and drinks dew, you'll always find something to eat."

Watching his disciple hurry into the courtyard, Banyue Immortal sighed, "I'm afraid that I'll also become too greedy and it will be hard to correct my transgressions. But she's gradually getting rid of the things she couldn't get rid of before."

Xie Zheng asked curiously, "What did she give up?"

"It's nothing," the Moon-Companion Immortal refilled his teacup. "Don't dwell on it. Forgetting it might be better."

Xie Zheng didn't reply, staring at the lukewarm, flickering flames of the apricot wood, sometimes crimson, sometimes blood red. The aroma of the burning apricot wood stick, mixed with the fragrance of tea and steamed buns, evoked a sense of longing.

Although it was very faint and subtle, Xie Zheng felt that for someone who had lost all feeling and become numb, this rare spark of emotion was incredibly precious.

But no one would think that he needed this thrill.

That's the warmth of everyday life, the unique flavor of this land.

He will always remember it.

Qi Yun yawned, and when he saw his master harnessing the carriage, he felt a strong sense of struggle and resistance.

It's like a tree that's just been planted and has finally adapted to the unfamiliar environment, only to be uprooted and replanted in a different place.

People thrive when they move, but trees die when they move. Now he feels like he is a tree.

How could someone who rarely travels far from home experience such complex emotions?

So, while drinking tea, Qi Yun hummed and pleaded, "Master, can I stay? I really like it here, and there are still so many things I want to do that I haven't finished yet."

Song Chunxue flatly refused, "I want to be alone."

“Master, I definitely won’t bother you, and I won’t make Lord Xie angry or jealous. You will live in the new house outside the courtyard, and I will live inside the courtyard with the dog. I won’t disturb your peace of mind.” Qi Yun said sadly, “You don’t know, yesterday I found a perfect place to take a nap on the flat land behind the mountain. Sleeping there for one night made me happier than eating meat.”

"Then you can go back after you finish your nap and sleep in the carriage."

"..." Qi Yun was angry; he was truly impervious to reason.

He had rarely been so frustrated in hundreds of years.

"Lord Xie, Uncle Xie, please plead for me. I really love that sorghum field over there. There's even a nest of quails in there. I don't like eating quails, but I love watching them."

Xie Zheng glanced at Song Chunxue, "Next time."

"..." Screw next time!