Chapter 913 Parents' Love for Their Son

When Song Chunxue woke up, she found herself floating in the air, her head almost touching the roof beam. Startled, she fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

If the kang (heated brick bed) hadn't been so sturdy, she wouldn't have been so heavy; we probably would have had to repair it tonight.

"You're awake? Come and have some tea."

Li Dazui?

As soon as Song Chunxue turned her head, she saw Li Dazui sitting at the low table on the ground, picking up the handle of the tea canister and pouring tea into his teacup.

The best teacup for drinking potted tea is a medium-sized single-handled teacup.

Song Chunxue bought a bamboo basket full of beautiful and sturdy thick porcelain cups in the capital. After using them, she would wash them and put them back in her storage ring to avoid losing them.

Smelling the aroma of roasted dates, she nimbly slipped off the kang (heated brick bed), took out a single-eared porcelain cup, placed it on the table, and casually pulled up a low wooden stool to sit down.

She glanced at the sky outside. "The sun is almost setting. I've been sleeping for ages. Why are you drinking tea in my house? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

“I didn’t want to come either, but Da Wang said you were floating, so I came in to take a look.” Li Da Zui chuckled and said slowly, “Your boss was so scared that he went to ask a yin-yang master. He probably wants to exorcise you and see if you’ve been practicing some kind of evil or heretical practice. You should think about how to deal with it later.”

"Huh?" Song Chunxue blew on the rim of her cup and sipped her tea. "This filial son dares to hire a geomancer for me. He's got a death wish."

Song Chunxue felt somewhat helpless upon learning that Xu Dahong had taken the child to work outside.

“It seems that no matter how rich you are, it’s still hard being a mother on the estate. Please don’t have any more children. You already have four kids, and even though two of them aren’t your own, at least you have your own sons.” Song Chunxue stood up. “I’ll go check on the children. You drink by yourself.”

"Okay."

Outside the courtyard, Xu Dahong sat on the ground sifting pig feed, his back to the sun. His child, not yet two years old, sat on the ground. Chen Fengsheng's son and daughter sat in front of a mound of earth not far away, sliding down it naked.

That slope was so smooth, it was clearly meant for them to play on.

It must be said that Xu Dahong is quite good at taking care of children.

She herself is a big kid at heart, with a childlike spirit.

Before long, the leader appeared at the entrance of the venue not far away, accompanied by a tall, thin man.

"Mother, you...you're awake?" The eldest son scratched the back of his head. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Chunxue glanced at him indifferently and looked at the geomancer beside her, who was carrying a wooden box, probably his livelihood.

"You're really idle. Instead of doing your job properly, you went all the way to hire a geomancer. He made a wasted trip. Give him some compensation and let him go. My affairs are none of your concern."

He knew that local geomancers all had a lineage of practitioners, and most of them were good at choosing auspicious dates for weddings and funerals. Among them, the most comprehensive skill was in determining the burial site for the dead. In short, they were experts at choosing good places for the dead and writing eulogies.

They can't concern themselves with much else.

Sometimes I really want to kick this boss.

He's no different from Jiang Shuming; he should just go up the mountain and become a monk!

His mind is working, but he's not doing anything productive.

No wonder Jiang Huan was born to Chen Feng and was laughed at by others as a fool. It turns out he took after his eldest brother!

The eldest son glanced at the geomancer, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, and said, "Mom, you float in the air when you sleep. Do you want to go inside and talk slowly?"

"..." Song Chunxue clenched her fists. It was the right decision not to bring the spiritual weapon from Kunlun Mountain to her boss. With his brain, he might have thrown the short sword away as an evil object.

"What did you say?" Song Chunxue asked in a low voice as she slowly walked over. "You think I'm possessed by evil spirits? I think the one who should be examined by a yin-yang master is you."

The eldest son, feeling embarrassed by his mother's gaze, turned to the geomancer and said, "I'm sorry, I made you come all this way for nothing. Next time..."

Song Chunxue tossed two pieces of silver into the fortune teller's hand, cupped her hands and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip. Please go back now. My family is doing well, so I won't trouble you any further."

Along the way, Jiang Yeming described to the geomancer how his mother floated in mid-air while sleeping, which made the geomancer very curious and eager to see this woman who was said to have become a Taoist nun.

She looks much younger than her peers; if you didn't look closely, you'd believe she was Jiang Yeming's older sister.

"You're too kind, there's no trouble at all," he said with a smile, folding his wide sleeves. "I've heard you've been cultivating for over five years, I wonder if I could have the opportunity to see your progress?"

Song Chunxue laughed, "You're joking. I've only learned a few sword moves, nothing fancy."

"But I've never seen anyone with the ability to float while sleeping. That must be incredibly powerful, I wonder..."

“My eldest son must have misread it. Nothing like that happened.” Song Chunxue turned to Xu Dahong. “If you don’t believe me, ask her.”

Xu Dahong immediately nodded, "Yes, it was the child's father who was careless and made a mistake."

"But I was thrown back then, Mother, you don't know..."

“Boss, you really must have seen wrong. When I went in, your mother was sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed),” Li Dazui said helplessly as he came around the corner. “Look at you, everyone else is busy with spring planting, and you’re making a fuss over nothing, running off to invite some geomancer.”

“Uncle Li, you clearly…” The eldest brother was very surprised. How could everyone say that he saw it wrong? “Da Wang, Da Wang saw it too. I can’t be wrong.”

The fortune teller smiled and looked at Song Chunxue, "There's another possibility, I don't know if you've heard of it, but perhaps this woman practiced the wrong cultivation method and was possessed by something, which then cast a spell on you, making you all forget it."

As he spoke, he took out a Bagua bronze mirror from his pocket.

"Excuse me." He held up a mirror and looked at Song Chunxue.

"Damn it!" Song Chunxue was furious and immediately threw her short sword, knocking the mirror out of his hand. "You dare to look at me? Why don't you look at yourself first?"

"Mother, don't be impulsive, he's doing this for your own good... Ah!"

A long sword shot directly at Jiang Yeming, slamming his sleeve into the earthen wall beside him.

The geomancer was alarmed and quickly grabbed the bronze mirror from the ground and ran away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be leaving now."

Jiang Yeming stared blankly at his sleeve, never expecting that his own mother would attack him.

Song Chunxue picked up her dagger and put it into her storage ring, while she took her longsword from the wall.

"Boss, if you're wrong, you're wrong. Don't mess around, or I'll punch you."

This scene was witnessed by many people on the mountain.

There's nothing new in the village; any slightest disturbance will spread like wildfire throughout the night.

After dark, once the villagers had eaten, people would come to visit.

The visitor was Jiang Zhiyuan, who was standing right next to Zhao Yufang and Li Mengchun's house. He was standing outside the gate of the eldest brother Jiang Yeming's house, and could see his house with just a slight glance to the left.

Although he also shares the surname Jiang, he is related to Jiang Wei and Jiang Yao from the other side of the mountain; their grandfather was the same person.

But Jiang Zhiyuan's life was far worse than Jiang Yao and Jiang Wei's; he came to borrow money for his child's schooling.