Chapter 401 I'm sorry, I'm sorry

The Taoist priest was stunned and stopped in his tracks, looking down at his attire.

Why are you looking at me?

Being stared at with such strange looks by so many people, the Taoist priest wondered if there was something wrong with his clothes, or if they weren't clean enough.

Seeing the Taoist priest's actions, everyone turned their heads back and pretended to eat seriously.

Song Chunxue looked slightly embarrassed and got up to go forward.

"Senior brother is here! Sit down and eat. There's still some noodles that haven't been cooked yet. How about a bowl of buckwheat noodles in chicken broth?"

The Taoist priest hesitated for a moment. He had only eaten a bowl of noodles, which were not fully cooked and had a little bit of raw meat in the middle.

When it comes to noodles, my junior brother's are the best.

“Alright.” The Taoist priest said as he walked. “Actually, I came to ask you for something. Also, before I go into seclusion, I want to clear the weeds around the temple and clean the courtyard so that people don’t think there’s no one inside.”

Since Wang Shouming started helping out at the clinic, he hasn't had time to manage the Taoist temple. He has children at home and several acres of land to tend to, so he simply can't take care of it.

The Taoist priest discovered that he lacked the tools to do anything he wanted to do.

My junior brother has all the necessary belongings here; he can borrow whatever he needs at once.

"Master, you look really good in this outfit." Sanwa looked the Master up and down. "It seems like none of your clothes are bad."

The Taoist priest flicked his sleeves; the gray-white robe was made for her by Song Chunxue.

He smiled slightly, "This outfit was made by your mother."

The others quickly exchanged glances, then continued eating their noodles.

This was the first time Xia Mulan had seen the Taoist priest so closely. She noticed that although he had a beard, his face was wrinkle-free, and he looked energetic with bright eyes, making it impossible to guess his age.

He didn't carry a whisk today, yet his otherworldly air was immediately apparent.

Song Chunxue went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of noodles. "Senior brother, eat them while they're hot."

"What tools do you need, senior brother? I'll go find them for you."

"A ladder, a shovel, plaster for patching the wall, a hoe, and a rope..."

Knowing what was going on, Song Chunxue turned and went to the backyard.

The others had almost finished eating, but they still sat with the Taoist priest.

Although the Taoist priest was approachable, and Xiaolong had grabbed the priest's sleeve and played with it several times, and the priest had patted his head, Jiang Hongying was still afraid of the priest.

She pulled Xiaolong back, afraid he would get the Taoist priest's clothes dirty.

Before long, the Taoist priest ate two bowls of noodles.

He felt the atmosphere was rather strange today. Just then, Song Chunxue came over with some things, so he got up to say goodbye.

“I won’t bother you any longer,” the Taoist priest nodded to the others. “Get some rest early, and don’t wander around outside too late.”

"Thank you, Daoist Master."

"Take care, Taoist priest."

"Please come again, Taoist priest."

The courtyard gate closed, and Song Chunxue turned around. "You guys pack up, I'm going to sleep now."

These kids are cunning and shrewd; she couldn't be bothered with them.

The next day, the eldest brother tied up the donkey cart, and Song Chunxue asked him to put the prepared meat and noodles on the cart.

Li Dazui arrived late, carrying a bulging bundle on his shoulder, which must have been packed by his son and daughter-in-law.

"Oh my, Sister-in-law Jiang looks radiant! She's getting younger and younger since she started cultivating. I feel your wealth-attracting talisman is very effective. Can you sell me a few more?"

They're putting it all in nice terms, but their real purpose is to create a lucky charm for wealth.

Song Chunxue smiled and said, "I can give you two."

As she spoke, she took out a cloth bag from her bosom and pulled out a stack of items.

Two tickets were given to each person.

Xia Mulan was overjoyed. "It works very well. Last time we had this talisman, someone bought my old pickle jar the very next day."

Sanwa laughed and said, "Then you try to find out where the money comes from this time."

"Hmm, I can make some jelly and sell it on the street. Maybe I can sell it."

Sanwa paused for a moment, then said gently, "You don't need to sell things to make money."

"But I can't just stay at home doing nothing, and it's not good to keep spending Mom's money. Anyway, it's easy to make money in the county. If you don't mind me being shameless, I'll give it a try?"

Sanwa didn't know how to answer.

Song Chunxue smiled without saying a word, and only returned after the group of people saw her out of the alley and watched the boss and Li Dazui leave.

She looked at Mulan and said, "If you want to try, then go for it. There's nothing shameful about it. Earning money through your own abilities is not shameful."

Mulan smiled and nodded, then became serious again as she thought of something.

"If I use the grain from home to make jelly, will my fourth brother and second brother have any objections?"

"..." This question stumped Song Chunxue.

She hadn't thought about that yet.

She had previously thought that her second and fourth sons would never come back once they left home, but now that they know she has money, one of them will stop venturing out and the other will stop becoming a live-in son-in-law. They might even have to come back and divide the family property.

However, the money and food all belong to her, and she is still in charge of the household.

"You don't need to worry about it. This yard belongs to Sanwa, and I grew the grain myself. No one else has the right to interfere. You can do whatever you want. If they say anything, come to me."

Xia Mulan was flattered and couldn't help but look at Sanwa, "Are you this favored now?"

Sanwa blushed, "It's not that I'm favored, it's just..."

Song Chunxue couldn't help but smile and look at Jiang Hongying.

Jiang Hongying also laughed, "It should be because Sanwa is well-behaved and filial, but he earned it all himself. In other families, the eldest son is like a father, but in our family, Sanwa took on the main responsibility and allowed the other brothers to study. It's only reasonable for Mother to make Sanwa the eldest."

Song Chunxue nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, Hongying is right, Sanwa earned this himself."

She walked into the courtyard. "If you want to go out and take a look, lock the door. I'm taking some meat and noodles to see my senior brother. I gave him everything else, but I didn't give him any meat. If it were anyone else, they would be furious."

Jiang Hongying looked at the third child and said, "Then Mom should bring more things, like some cooked meat and snacks. Men don't like to cook."

"Yes, you reminded me."

Song Chunxue didn't notice their little actions and went to the kitchen to get a bamboo basket.

After packing some coarse grain flour, she went to the street and bought some fresh pork and a roast chicken. She also asked for a bag of flour at a grain and flour shop, paid a little extra, and had it delivered to the mountain.

As I passed by the Ramadan Inn, I couldn't help but look up at the tightly closed windows.

Upon arriving at the mountain, we found the Taoist priest arranging roof tiles. He rolled up his sleeves, held a small wooden bucket in one hand, and scooped out mud from it with the other to fix the tiles to the roof.

She wanted to say that if the roof is smoothed out, there is no need to fix the tiles in place; otherwise, the unevenness would actually hinder drainage.

"Senior brother, come down here and I'll set up the tiles. I brought some things; please organize them in the kitchen."

The Taoist priest floated down from the roof and handed her the mud bucket he was holding.

"At least you have a conscience. You even sent meat to Mei Yang, but I didn't see any minced meat. I thought you valued your girlfriend more than your friends."

His tone was as calm and gentle as ever. He washed his hands in the bucket, took the basket, and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Chunxue's face was full of bitterness. How did he know that she had sent meat to Mei Yang?

She was wrong; her senior brother was only a mortal.

"I'm sorry, I just thought you didn't care about these things, so I wanted to send them to you later. I misunderstood you."

The Taoist priest hummed in agreement. “That’s right. Your senior brother is a Taoist priest, but he also eats. Yesterday, I ran into Mei Yang, who said that his family had stewed the meat you gave him, but I was too lazy to go back and buy meat.”

"When I got back to the temple, the potato sprouts were almost blooming, and the flour was infested with worms. I didn't have a sieve, so I picked them out one by one."

Song Chunxue lowered her head and said, "Senior brother, please stop talking, or I'll start crying."