Chapter 146 This donkey is really good.

To my utter surprise, my silly son was being flirted with by another woman.

Song Chunxue rode her donkey towards the county, feeling extremely depressed.

She's all alone today, and harnessing a cart is too much trouble; riding a donkey is much easier.

But she had something on her mind, and she was both angry and amused.

Even though the fourth brother is a man, he doesn't suffer any loss when he's teased by a woman.

But she always felt...

It's truly a case of the new generation surpassing the old, each wave stronger than the last.

Over the years, she has been slandered and defamed by so many people. She would avoid men from afar, afraid that if she got too close to them, rumors would spread the next day that she was having an affair with one of them.

Meanwhile, the fourth brother and his 15- or 16-year-old children actually ran into the unnoticed ditch and specifically went into the dilapidated kiln that no one had set foot in for decades.

You won't know until you ask, and once you do, it's incredibly embarrassing.

The fourth brother said that the girl from the Gao family dragged him to the kiln, took off her clothes, and they bit each other's lips and touched each other.

A knife stab to the buttocks, that's truly eye-opening.

Song Chunxue had heard of married women who couldn't stand being lonely and would seduce others, but she had never heard of an unmarried girl being so bold.

She told the fourth brother with a stern face not to go looking for that Gao family girl. The fourth brother readily agreed and left, but he didn't forget to pack more steamed buns into his bag.

Forget it, she'd better take out the five characters that Sanwa wrote last night and read them carefully. Why bother with that?

She had already warned the fourth brother not to touch that girl.

If he were to father a child, he would have no choice but to ruin the marriage and marry a wicked vixen.

If he's so reckless now, who knows how he'll seduce people in the future.

She sounds even more shameless than Li Mengchun's wife.

When she gets home tonight, she's going to have a serious talk with her fourth brother.

Passing by the place where she had found the jar last time, Song Chunxue went to take another look.

There was nothing special about it, just a few large, clunky jars covered in dust and cobwebs.

At 9:00 AM, she arrived at the eastern mountain next to Zhuanglang County.

If you just follow the winding mountain road to the end, you'll be able to enter the city.

Just as she was pondering which pawnshop to ask at or whether to trouble Lord Xie, a Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk and exuding an otherworldly air, came down from the mountain path on her right. He was deep in thought.

Song Chunxue tightened the reins, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Senior brother, so you live on this mountain. Why didn't you tell me before? Were you afraid of bothering me?"

Master Zhang looked up and saw Song Chunxue riding a donkey, his gaze blank.

Then, he snapped out of his thoughts and suddenly smiled.

"I was wondering how many people in this world would call me senior brother. Turns out it's junior brother dressed so neatly, I almost didn't recognize him."

He strode up to Song Chunxue and reached out to touch the donkey beneath her.

"This donkey is really well-bred. It's rare to see a donkey that looks so good. You were unwilling to sell it to me before, are you going to pawn it today?"

"Why don't you buy another one, and sell this one to me?" The Taoist priest stroked the donkey's ears with great affection. "That way I won't have to walk anymore. I can ride the donkey wherever I want. How leisurely!"

Song Chunxue couldn't help but ask curiously, "Don't you have money now? Why don't you buy a horse? It would look so impressive. I watched this donkey grow up and used it for five or six years. I can't sell it to you."

Although her senior brother treated her well, even with immense kindness, she couldn't bear to part with the donkey, which was like a family member or child to her.

"Very well, a gentleman does not take what others love. If I'm not selling, I'm not selling." Master Zhang stroked the donkey's shiny fur. "What brings you to the county today? You must be up early."

"Yes, I came right after I had the soup." Song Chunxue looked him up and down. "You look quite smart dressed up. Did you not dare to dress too smartly when you went to the village, lest someone rob you?"

Master Zhang stroked his goatee and smiled amiably, "That's right, junior brother is intelligent."

"By the way, I noticed you've been meditating a lot lately, don't you?" He looked at Song Chunxue with satisfaction. "Keep it up and don't slack off. You'll thank me when you're old."

“I am very grateful to you, Senior Brother,” Song Chunxue said, getting off the donkey, opening her bundle and handing him a small black cloth bag. “Since we happened to run into each other, you must have more connections than I do. Why don’t you help me sell it? I want to use the money to visit my sisters.”

Master Zhang nodded, "Alright, you go and wander around the city first. I'll come find you after I sell it. It's at the tavern next to Xijin Gate."

Song Chunxue had many questions, but she didn't ask them.

"Okay, I'll be going now." She led the donkey down the mountain. "I was thinking of buying some wine to drink."

Master Zhang nodded, looking at her straight and pretty back, and thought to himself that his judgment was correct; she really was a good candidate for cultivation.

However, this path is ultimately difficult, and it remains to be seen whether she can hold on to it.

Once on the street, Song Chunxue felt completely relaxed, as if she were enveloped by a warm aura.

She had rarely experienced this feeling before, but now she understood that it was the feeling of a powerful soul, a soul that was not alone.

Reborn, she unexpectedly gained a senior brother and had a brief friendship with him.

All of this was precious, and she calmly accepted that they would disappear as quickly as fireworks.

She came to a clothing shop and took a fancy to a dark red brocade jacket embroidered with silver-white peony patterns, which was gorgeous and noble.

When asked the price, it was one tael of silver.

It's flashy but impractical; you can't wear it while farming, and it'll make you sweat.

She then came to a fabric shop. The soft, thick fabric, the peacock blue brocade, and the matching dark embroidery seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.

There was also a very light grayish-pink, a color she used to like but never dared to buy.

Twenty coins a foot, and ordinary blue cloth only cost four coins, enough to make a cotton-padded coat.

She definitely wouldn't have been willing to buy it before.

But today, Song Chunxue gritted her teeth and spent 100 coins to buy peacock blue, which was just enough to make a set.

She will definitely make it and wear it on New Year's Day.

In the past, if she bought such expensive things, she would definitely think, "So-and-so doesn't have any. As a mother, if I dress so nicely, people will only say that I'm indecent and restless, and that I'm trying to seduce men."

Now, she won't allow herself to be treated like this.

If she doesn't treat herself well, no one else in the world will. She needs to cherish herself, just as she used to cherish her own children.

After that, she bought another ten catties of cotton, two bulging bags, which she carried on the donkey's back.

She bought the storybooks that the fourth child wanted and the poetry collection that the third child liked, based on the words on the paper.

Unfortunately, the sun was shining brightly just a moment ago, but now it's starting to drizzle.

At noon, she arrived at Xijinmen and ordered a bowl of mutton fried noodles at a noodle shop next to the tavern.

If the Taoist priest came and couldn't find her, she would stand under the burlap shed with her donkey in tow.

A slanting wind carried the cold autumn rain onto the table inside the shed.

She sat at the middle table eating noodles, her fingers turning blue from the cold.

"Waiter, a bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce, please."

At that moment, under the swaying cloth shed, someone sat opposite Song Chunxue.

"Sister-in-law Song, we meet again." Xie Zheng said with a smile, pointing to the donkey next to him, "This donkey is really good. It's rare to see one that's been fed so well."