Chapter 452 Apologizes

Wind manipulation technique?

It sounds impressive.

Song Chunxue stopped joking and sat down cross-legged to listen attentively to the lesson.

Before she knew it, Song Chunxue had been studying from morning until evening.

The senior brother patiently guided her again and again, even taking out his own sword for Song Chunxue to try out.

After riding the wind, she tried riding the sword, and she fell hundreds of times in one afternoon.

Learning new things in a real way excited her; she felt like she was truly living her life a second time.

"Bang!"

Having fallen from the sword countless times, Song Chunxue's clothes were now covered in dust and discolored.

The sun was setting, and it was getting dark.

The Taoist priest opened his eyes and saw that Song Chunxue was still trying to step on the sword.

It's good to be studious, but he'd never seen anyone like her who would seize any opportunity to study like crazy.

If all of Master's disciples and grand-disciples were like Junior Brother, Master probably wouldn't have hidden away in the deep mountains.

"Let's go back and eat. We've been starving all day."

Song Chunxue sat on the ground, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, cleaned the sword thoroughly, put it back in its sheath, wiped it with her sleeve, and then handed it over.

"Here you go. Looks like I won't be getting my senior brother's mutton stew today. I'll have to owe him." She stood up, dusted herself off, and grinned mischievously. "Senior brother, are you flying back on your sword?"

The Taoist priest did not deny it.

“If we walk back now, there won’t be any food left at your house.” The Taoist priest straightened his sleeves. “Get on.”

The two brothers went directly to the back of the eldest brother's courtyard.

As darkness fell over Lijiazhuang, the sheep of some family were about to enter their pen. The lambs called out to their mothers incessantly, while the ewes, still herding their sheep home from the mountain, responded patiently.

This reminded Song Chunxue of how, when the gate to the pen was opened, the lambs would jump out, run to their mothers, and kneel down to drink their milk.

"It sounds like the fourth brother should be back. He's good at making Jiang Huan happy."

As soon as they finished speaking, they dismounted from their swords.

"Oh my god, that scared me to death."

A series of startled sounds came from the outhouse.

The two brothers turned around and saw the second brother coming out of the outhouse with his pants up, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Mother, Taoist priest?" The second son looked at them in disbelief. "How did you appear out of thin air?"

Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest and noticed that he was suppressing a laugh.

"I was just taking a dump when I heard voices. I thought I'd seen a ghost, so I quickly wiped my butt and ran away. I didn't notice there were tree roots on the clod of dirt, and my butt almost got stabbed."

"..." Song Chunxue looked up at the sky and said irritably, "Do you have to explain in such detail? The Daoist Master will laugh at you."

The Taoist priest couldn't help but chuckle, turned his back, waved his hand, and strode into the house.

"I'm leaving now. You two can chat."

Song Chunxue patted the second son on the shoulder, "You're a scholar too, speak more politely."

The second son straightened his clothes and said, "Understood."

"Fourth brother is back?" Song Chunxue asked curiously. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Fried rice, with vermicelli and stir-fried meat, fresh meat is so fragrant." The second son laughed, "Tomorrow the eldest son and the fourth son are going to pick up the bride, I'll help Mother."

"Alright, make noodles with minced meat sauce, stir-fried vegetables, and cold dishes. You start the fire for me." Song Chunxue patted his shoulder. "When you go to work in the government office in the future, don't forget to keep in touch with your brothers. If you can't meet during holidays, write letters often, understand?"

The second son nodded, "I remember, Mom. Look, my leg is much better."

"Yes, I'll be able to go to Jincheng to take up my post in a few days."

"Oh, by the way, a matchmaker came to our house today, and she brought two young girls with her. They're pretty, but they live a bit far away."

Song Chunxue joked, "You and Lao Si definitely look down on her. You're thinking that if you do well in the future, you'll marry a girl from a rich family, or at least she'll be literate, right?"

The second son chuckled, "Mother sees things more clearly."

The mother and son chatted and laughed as they entered the yard and locked the gate from the inside.

As darkness fell, the occasional bird calls added to the tranquility of the village.

...

The next day, before dawn, the eldest son changed into new clothes and woke up the fourth son to go pick up the eldest daughter of the Xu family.

The fourth brother yawned and struggled to get up from the kang (a heated brick bed).

The eldest brother stuffed a cloth bag into his hand, inside which were copper coins wrapped in red paper and wedding candy.

"Sprinkle some on the wedding party so everyone can share in the joy." He looked at Jiang Huan, who was sleeping next to his second son, and said gently, "Please take good care of Huan'er for me, second son. He'll definitely cry today."

The second son lay on the pillow, "Hmm, I hope your new wife is good-tempered, at least you can keep her in check, then she won't dare not treat Huan'er well."

The fourth brother slipped off the kang (a heated brick bed), put on his new clothes, and said, "I don't want to wash my face. I'll just eat some steamed buns and drink some water before we leave."

"Alright, then I'll go feed the horses."

The fourth brother rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but tease, "Didn't you say you were going to lead the donkey? Why are you feeding the horse?"

"Mother said we have a carriage, so we can walk less." The eldest brother instructed the second brother, "Don't forget to change the bed sheet to the red one, and the pillowcase, it's on the stool, remember to change it to a clean one."

The second child pulled the blanket up. "Okay, I know. I'll take another nap."

Song Chunxue didn't get up early to make soup either; the mornings at the end of September were really cold.

She struggled for a moment, but eventually fell asleep again on the heated kang.

When I woke up again, it was my senior brother knocking on the door.

Where is the tea stove?

"I'll find it for my senior brother. You go wash your face and comb your hair first." Song Chunxue quickly folded the quilt and got off the kang to start a fire.

Lifting the curtain, it was still not fully light, but the first rays of dawn were rising in the east, growing brighter and brighter.

She found a tea stove and let her senior brother start a fire himself. She then went to the kitchen to boil water, washed her face, and made a few poached eggs.

Since her senior brother didn't like fried eggs, she boiled four eggs for him and Jiang Huan.

She cleaned the house inside and out, changed the bed sheets in the west room to red, and prepared two red candles.

After that, she went to the kitchen to prepare the food.

In case some villagers come over for lunch to offer their congratulations, we can't be completely unprepared.

Make more long noodles; even if you can't finish them, you can still eat them after they've been dried.

Just as she finished kneading the dough and was carrying a large basket to gather firewood outside, she looked up and saw Chen Xiang and Chen Feng coming up the slope, about ten meters apart.

She immediately dropped the basket, rolled up her sleeves, and went over.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xiang immediately stopped, grabbed his collar, and looked at Chen Feng.

"Auntie, please don't be angry. We came today to apologize to the eldest son. We didn't raise Xiaofeng well; she has a bad temper..."

"Ridiculous! You've already bought rat poison and you still have a bad temper? This is clearly malicious. Are you only satisfied when you see her poison the child's own father to death?"

Song Chunxue reached out and grabbed a willow stick standing against the wall, strode forward and pointed at them, saying, "Are you going to leave on your own or get a beating from me before you go? Haven't you learned your lesson yet? You need to suffer some pain first?"

Chen Xiang took a few steps back. "I've already reprimanded her. Xiao Feng said it was a misunderstanding; she didn't mean to poison her. There were just too many bugs in the potato cellar..."

He kicked Chen Feng in annoyance, "Are you mute? Say something!"

Song Chunxue's eyes darkened. "I've already given you the letter of divorce and had the village chief witness that Chen Feng has been removed from the family register. If you still don't get out, I'll break your legs."

At this moment, the Taoist priest walked out of the courtyard, patted Song Chunxue on the shoulder, and signaled her not to get angry.

"I have a few words to say to this brother."