Chapter 71 A Rare Opportunity

The next day, Li Tang's relatives came to Jiang's house to ask for goat milk.

Since the Li family had just lost a relative, they were not allowed to enter other people's houses, so they stood outside the door holding a large porcelain bowl.

Song Chunxue looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of her. He looked quite like Li Dazui and should be Li Dazui's son.

Song Chunxue said to him, "It's June or July now, and sheep usually don't give birth to lambs, so where will we get sheep milk? If the child is too hungry, fry some noodles and make some noodle soup. I'll go see if there are any sheep in the pen that are producing lambs."

Over the years, she has basically stopped caring about the sheep in the pen because Sanwa takes good care of them; he even remembers when each lamb gave birth.

For Sanwa, who has spent ten years with the sheep, those sheep are closer to him than his family.

But Song Chunxue knew that ewes rarely give birth to lambs in the summer.

She was about to take Li Dazui's child to see the entertainment circle when she suddenly disappeared.

She didn't care. She only found out when she went to the circle that the sheep had been herded to the mountain by the fourth brother. How could she have known?

The lambs in the pen all looked quite big, not like they were only two or three months old. She decided to wait until her fourth son came back at noon to check on them.

My mother passed away, and my baby is still in the first month of life. Besides breast milk, goat milk is the best option.

People here don't raise cattle; they mostly raise donkeys and mules, which are more stable on the mountainside.

They could actually ask whose donkey had given birth and squeeze some milk for the baby; after all, it's milk.

At noon, the fourth brother returned from the mountain, but he knew nothing about it; he had no idea which sheep was producing milk.

The mother and son then lay down by the sheepfold wall to see which sheep was nursing.

As a result, the sheep that grew almost as tall as the ewes knelt on the ground and tried to suckle by bumping their heads against the ewes, but it's estimated that they didn't produce any milk.

One of the smallest ones drank for quite a while, while the others were kicked away by the other one.

"Mother, I think there's only one way. I'll go in and take a look." With that, the fourth son braced himself against the wall and climbed over into the sheepfold.

Song Chunxue's legs weren't as long as his, so she could only use the front entrance.

"Baa, baa, baa~"

"Baa~ Baa~"

When they saw people coming, all the sheep in the pen rushed towards them, thinking they had brought something good.

So, not only did the mother and son fail to catch the ewe, they were also nearly unable to get out due to being jostled by the flock.

"Mom, let's wait until Sanwa comes back tonight. Even if there is goat milk, there's nothing we can do about it."

The fourth brother, panting, climbed up the wall and pointed to a tall ram with two large, round horns, saying:

"Mom, do you see that? This sheep is like a teacher, silently watching me every day. It even attacks me when I'm not looking. It's so arrogant. I tried hitting it with a big shovel when it came to the pen, but it didn't work. It holds a grudge and even chases me outside. It's driving me crazy."

Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh, "Then you must have offended him. You didn't have any presence in front of him. This sheep is very clever; if you're weak, it'll be strong."

The fourth brother was furious. He grabbed a clod of dirt and threw it at the creature. The creature raised its head high and ran straight towards the fourth brother, leaping up and crashing into the wall.

"Ouch, you old geezer, you bumped into me again! Where's my shovel?" The fourth brother was furious. He turned around, grabbed his sheep shovel, and stood on the wall whipping the ram.

But the ram was very clever. It turned around and ran to a distance, standing out among a group of ewes, its head held high as if it were challenging the fourth ram.

"Damn it, I'm not Jiang Yejun if I don't beat it to death today!" The fourth brother was so enraged that he grabbed a sheep shovel and was about to turn around and teach it a lesson.

"Alright, alright, I heard your sister calling for dinner. Why bother arguing with a sheep? If you keep this up, it'll only get more cocky this afternoon and keep looking for a chance to ram you, believe me?"

Song Chunxue stopped him, both amused and exasperated, "Don't provoke him. If he gets really angry with you, you'll be too scared to herd sheep tomorrow."

The fourth brother gripped the whip, furious yet helpless.

He never expected that he would be intimidated by a sheep.

That evening, when Sanwa returned from school, he learned that Lao Si had gotten into a fight with the ram and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“He’ll definitely cry this afternoon. He’s obviously scared. That’s why the sheep keeps provoking him. It’s the leader of the flock. If you don’t scare it once, it will ambush you every day. I’ll teach him tonight.”

Sanwa was overjoyed, "How could I have forgotten about that?"

Song Chunxue watched as he smiled, took the book out of the bag, placed it on the steps, and then took out paper and pen to carefully copy it twice.

"Do you want to write?"

Song Chunxue coaxed Xiujuan while Jiang Hongying cooked in the kitchen.

Seeing Sanwa engrossed in writing, Song Chunxue felt very gratified.

"Yes, the teacher assigned me a task. He said I need to write an article about the busy farming season in summer. I haven't written one in a long time, so I need to write it carefully."

At this point, Sanwa scratched his head sheepishly, "Mom, you can see I can't write it."

"Okay, okay, I'll go outside and take a look. Oh, by the way, does our ewe have any milk? They came to ask for milk for their calves today, I don't know if they've found any yet. Why don't you go check after the sheep come into the pen?"

Sanwa looked up and smiled. He hadn't been out in the sun for a while and had become much fairer. He was a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and his appearance was like a breath of fresh air.

“Okay, I remember there’s a sheep that just gave birth to lambs a month and a half ago, it should have milk, we can milk some tonight.”

"Okay, you keep writing, I'm going to get an IV drip."

Sanwa immediately stood up, "Oh, I almost forgot I need an IV drip."

"No, you sit down, I'll go hang it. Since you're studying hard now and trying to keep up with others, you don't need to do much housework. I'm still young and can do it." Song Chunxue pressed his shoulder. "Xiujuan is very well-behaved. There's a pile of dirt by the door that she loves to play with. I can just watch over her when I'm busy."

“Okay,” Sanwa said a little embarrassed, “I’ll finish writing before I get busy, otherwise I’ll get scolded tomorrow.”

Song Chunxue carried Xiujuan out of the yard and saw the eldest son hanging water on the cellar platform.

"Does Mother need an IV drip?" After filling his own wooden bucket, he put the bucket into the cellar. "I'll do the drip for you. How many buckets do you need?"

Song Chunxue couldn't help but look Jiang Yeming up and down. "You're going to give me an IV drip? Really?"

The eldest brother said irritably, "It's just a bucket of water, it's not like I'm being cut off. You're making it sound like I'm terrible. I may have been a little lazy before, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't give you an IV drip."

Song Chunxue glanced at the thatched kiln not far away. Behind the thin curtain, she could see the corner of Chen Feng's clothes.

"That's true, but when I asked you to get an IV drip before, you made all sorts of excuses. Not to mention after we separated, you became estranged from me, even severing all blood ties and treating me like an enemy. Why are you suddenly being so kind these past two days? Could it be that you've received some guidance from a master?"

In his seventy-eight years of life, he had never seen his eldest son act so filial; it was more astonishing than silver falling from the sky.

"Mom, don't make me sound like an ungrateful wretch. I don't do this every day. I just happened to be here today, so I'm doing you two buckets of water. If you keep saying so much, I'll get angry." The eldest son, who was thin-skinned, hung up a bucket of water with a stern face and poured it into Song Chunxue's wooden tub.

Song Chunxue didn't stand on ceremony and took two more wooden buckets from the two entrances. "It's rare that you're like my son; they're both full."