Chapter 901 Senior Brother Buys It Himself

When Song Chunxue woke up the next day, she looked at the willow rafters and finger-thick wooden strips on the roof and suddenly realized that she had returned to the Great Northwest.

The roofs of people in the capital are all made of pine rafters and bamboo mesh.

The roof is only covered with one layer of tiles, so people from the Jiangnan region probably only know how to eavesdrop by going up to the roof and removing the tiles.

After all, the fierce winds and dust storms in Northwest China can blow even the rooftops off, let alone a few thin tiles.

Hearing a child crying outside, Song Chunxue nimbly got up and sat down to meditate.

Half an hour later, she went out to stretch her muscles and then went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Smelling the aroma of burning willow stumps and the smell of boiled potatoes and bitter bean oil buns in the pot, I immediately washed my face and prepared to eat breakfast.

The cook asked her what else she wanted to eat, and Song Chunxue said she wanted some hot cooked dishes.

After she washed her face and applied the tea seed oil, she found that the cooked vegetables, which had been heated with shallots, were already steaming hot and served on a plate.

She peeled a potato and ate it with cooked vegetables; the taste made Song Chunxue sigh with satisfaction.

In Beijing, besides missing the coarse grains from home, what I miss most is this pickled cabbage.

In early winter, we harvest the cabbages from the field, wash them clean, boil them whole, then chop them up, salt them, and pickle them in a coarse porcelain jar, weighing them down with stones. They smell wonderful.

Every household has its own way of pickling, but Song Chunxue found that simply pickling with salt suited her taste best.

Some people use spices like Sichuan peppercorns, dried ginger powder, or star anise to marinate it, but it doesn't taste as good as this; it's not pure enough.

Sanwa came in from outside, sat opposite her, and reached out to grab a potato that had been boiled until it cracked in several places.

When does Mother plan to visit my eldest brother?

Song Chunxue paused for a moment, "You're going?"

"Fourth brother said he's going," Sanwa looked at her suspiciously, "Does Mother remember how she got back last night?"

Hmm... I don't think I really remember.

This was the first time she had ever acted so recklessly with the children, boasting and drinking. She talked about everything she could, from the few snowfalls this year to the great changes in the world, and didn't even notice how many jugs of wine she had drunk.

She vaguely remembered pointing at a stray dog ​​in the alley from someone's back last night and saying, "Catch it and let me pet it."

Tsk, so she gets drunk and acts crazy too.

They probably didn't say anything else.

"I don't remember. What did I do that was out of line? Did I say anything?" She picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and stuffed it into her mouth without peeling the potato.

Potatoes that are roasted until crispy are the best.

Sanwa poured her a cup of tea from the can, saying, "Let's go to the main room for tea, and I'll tell you something."

Song Chunxue glanced at him and said, "Then don't say it."

"Hehe, why do you think Lord Xie has gotten shorter?"

"..." Song Chunxue paused with her chopsticks, picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea. "I'll leave in a bit. I'll go up the mountain to check on my disciples first. They were beaten yesterday, so it wouldn't be right not to ask them about it."

Sanwa laughed, "Going to the river is a good thing. Oh, by the way, if Mother gets to Zhuanglang County, remember to look for Li Dazui. I bet he's been keeping watch for you these days."

“I ran into him on the street the other day. He saved up some wages and came to Jincheng to spend them. He won’t go back until he’s spent them all. I figure if I take him with me when we go back to the village, it will save you some trouble.”

That's true. Li Dazui's mouth is not something ordinary people can match. No matter how loud the person in the village is, they can't out-argue him.

They speak in a steady, calm, and unhurried manner, with clear and logical reasoning, without getting angry at all, which makes the angry person more and more agitated.

She was worried that Xu Jiao was still at her eldest son's house, and that she was a hot potato; the sooner she got rid of her, the less trouble she would have.

The eldest sister is a bit dim-witted; she might not listen to what she says, but she might listen to Li Dazui's profound道理 (principles/reasoning).

"I've eaten and drunk my fill, and I'll go up the mountain after seeing my granddaughter. You go to the government office quickly, and don't slack off."

Sanwa straightened his clothes. "There's still time. I just wanted you to bring some things for my older brother, sister-in-law, and the children."

A short while later, he returned with a small bundle.

Things like books and paper, children's clothes made by Mulan, and some trinkets.

"Okay, I'll hand it over to them."

Song Chunxue couldn't help but take a closer look at Sanwa and found that Jin Cheng's water had truly nourished him. He now had rosy lips and white teeth, and his features were well-proportioned. When he smiled, he seemed to radiate light.

He would only look even more handsome if he wore that official robe.

Thinking of Mulan who had given birth, she lowered her voice and quietly asked, "Have many women been showing you affection lately?"

“Hmm…there have always been some, but not many. I always say that Mulan is a shrew and won’t let me take concubines. If I say that I don’t like women who can’t cook, wash dishes, or wash my feet, they all scold me.” Sanwa spread his hands. “They all want to be my legal wife. Dream on.”

"As for the other slave girls, I keep them at a distance. Lord Xie said that those girls would do anything to survive, and I also keep my mother's teachings in mind and never get involved with them."

At this point, Sanwa lowered his voice, "Mom, I'm too busy to think about those things. Do you have a talisman that can make me less busy every day?"

Song Chunxue glanced at him and said, "Dream on."

She added, "Don't easily show your short sword to outsiders. Tell Lao Si in advance, so he doesn't flaunt it."

Sanwa shook his head indifferently, "Don't worry, unless they're specifically targeting us, they won't dare to mess with us easily now. Your mother has a fiery temper, is fiercely protective and confident, and those who have seen it have already spread your reputation, so no one dares to make a move."

Just say the nice things.

She's going to settle accounts with the three brothers when they return because the fourth brother's sword almost caused someone's death.

When we arrived at Mulan's house, she and her children were still asleep, each with one child on each arm, the three of them sleeping soundly.

The eldest daughter, Chunyan, slept in another room.

Upon arriving at Chunyan's small south room, Song Chunxue placed a lucky bag beside her head, containing talisman paper and two small silver ingots.

If this child has truly been reborn like her, the best course of action is to guide her in cultivation as soon as possible.

In a few years, when she is a little older, Song Chunxue will take her up the mountain.

Of course, this requires Chunyan's consent.

After that, she went up the mountain.

"Master."

"Master, why are you back so soon?"

Changfeng and Changyun ran over, both delighted and embarrassed, looking guilty for doing something wrong.

"Is the kneeling punishment over? Have you learned your lesson?"

With her hands behind her back, Song Chunxue said, "You must have had a very carefree and free time while I was away."

Changyun scratched the back of his head. "Hehe, thank goodness, I have my senior uncle and grandmaster looking after me."

"Thump!"

He got hit on the forehead with a stick.

"You still complain about being watched and feeling restricted, huh?" Song Chunxue held her whisk with her hands behind her back. "Where are your senior uncles?"

"Uncle Han and Uncle Zhao have gone out, but Uncle Da hasn't gone out yet."

Song Chunxue found her senior brother in the library.

"I heard you brought quite a few books. Where are they?"

Master Zhang tapped on the empty bookshelf, "With so much empty space, you can never have too many."

Song Chunxue stood on tiptoe and said calmly, "I didn't bring much, but Senior Brother can buy it himself."

As she spoke, she placed a box on the table.

Master Zhang's brows twitched violently. "As expected of Junior Brother Song, my eyelids twitched for seven days and seven nights in vain!"