Everyone in the Yu family knew that Yu Qizhe would not live more than 20 days. Zhang said this just to give Song Chun some hope. She sighed and said, "It will get better."

Song Chun wiped away the tears caused by the fireworks and put the rice into the pot.

After the rice was cooked, Song took out a black porcelain bowl, put some food in it, put some vegetables on the rice, looked outside, and put another bowl in it, explaining to Zhang who was sitting at the stove, "I'm going to make some food for the girl from the Meng family."

Zhang sighed, "You are kindhearted. The girl from the Meng family is really a worthless person. If it were me, I would really listen to the old lady and roll her up a mat and throw her up the mountain."

"After all, it's a human life." Song only hoped to do more good deeds and good fortune, so that God would be kind and merciful to her Qizhe and make him get better soon.

She hid one bowl of rice under her sleeve and walked out with the other bowl in her hand.

The old lady and several people from the third room were weaving grain baskets in the yard. They saw Song Chun coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of rice in his hand. His drooping eyelids slightly raised and he asked, "Is the rice ready?"

Song's body stiffened slightly, and she quickly hid the bowl of rice under her sleeves and said, "It's ready. I'll take the rice to Mengshan first."

A trace of displeasure flashed across the old lady's face. Ever since the second son Yu Mengshan broke his leg, Song would serve him the food first every time she cooked, and she didn't take them, the old people, seriously. But this was tacitly approved by the old man, and the old lady couldn't get angry.

Seeing that the old lady looked unhappy, Song turned around and walked quickly to the east room, fearing that the old lady would find out that she had served two bowls of rice, otherwise there would be another torrential rain. After all, she was the mother of the later generations. People in the village said that Yu Zhou was kind-hearted and treated the two sons left by the deceased daughter-in-law of the previous Yu family as her own children. But there was a huge difference inside, and only the Yu family themselves knew it.

After returning to the house, Song placed the meal on the small table and said to Yu Mengshan, "Mother is still in the yard. I will deliver the meal to Miss Meng later."

After saying that, she went to the inner room and called Yu Qizhe to the main hall to eat, while she herself served Yu Mengshan.

Yu Mengshan shook his head and took the bowl from Song's hand. "My legs are just broken, but my hands are fine. You should go and eat soon."

He felt sorry for his wife because she hadn't had a full meal all these days because of taking care of him.

The family's surplus food will last until this season's harvest. Some time ago, they exchanged for foreign wheat seeds, so there is not much food left. The amount of food used for cooking every day is carefully calculated. The Yu family's meals are all eaten by the working men, and the women can only have a small bowl. If they go too late, there will be no leftovers at all, and they can only eat some dry and hard rice crusts.

Song also knew what her husband was thinking, and felt very comforted. She smiled and handed the chopsticks to Yu Mengshan before walking towards the main room.

At the dinner table, the old lady glanced at Song and Yu Qizhe, and felt that they were not the same thing. She was extremely upset. In such a good family, the second wife had the most troubles. There was a medicine jar who was constantly sick and cost money, and there was also Yu Mengshan who had his leg bitten off. There were only two women left, and they had no labor. From now on, the whole family would have to subsidize the second wife.

Old Mrs. Yu felt very sorry for her third son, but she couldn't get angry, otherwise it would seem that she, as the later successor, was mistreating the two sons left by the previous husband.

She could only continue to talk about Meng Yujiao. After dinner, the old lady put down her bowl, raised her eyelids, looked at Song and said, "Tonight, throw that shameless Meng family member up the mountain for me, so that the news will not spread in the future and bring shame to our Yu family. Fourth brother is already going to take the imperial examination, and his reputation cannot be ruined."

Song's face turned pale, and she was having trouble swallowing. She whispered, "Mother, Miss Meng has woken up. After all, it's a life. Fortunately, she... didn't do anything wrong. The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Saving her life is a good deed."

The old lady threw the chopsticks on the table, and Song was so scared that she trembled all over.

"You are so arrogant. You from the second branch want to do good deeds, but you just let this dirty water stain fourth brother and don't even care about his future?" the old lady said angrily.

Zhao from the third house took over the conversation and said sarcastically, "Second sister-in-law, you are too selfish. Do you want to keep the evil of the Meng family so that she can climb into the bed of our Jinyan in the future? Who do you want to disgust by bringing such an unlucky evil to the second house for your wedding?"

Song was so angry that her face turned red. She argued, "Third brother's wife, your words are a bit hurtful. I have no intention of harming Fourth Brother. When Miss Meng gets better, I will drive her away."

Hearing the word "楊喜", Old Master Yu, who had been sitting aside and drinking tea leisurely, finally reacted. Yu Mengshan broke his leg a few days ago, and he felt that the second branch's fortune was not very good, so he proposed "楊喜" to ward off the bad luck.

He cleared his throat and acted like the head of the family, "What are you all arguing about?"

Song quickly fell silent, hoping that the old man would have some mercy and spare the life of the girl from the Meng family.

"Your mother is right. The girl from the Meng family is indeed a disaster. She did such a shameless and ugly thing. If it happened to an ordinary girl, she would have been thrown into a pig cage long ago. But this matter concerns the reputation of Fourth Brother, so we can't let anyone know about it. Otherwise, I don't know what kind of gossip will spread!" The old man made the final decision, "Throwing her on the mountain and letting her die, it won't be considered our Yu family's fault."

"But father..." Song wanted to continue to plead for Miss Meng, but Old Man Yu glanced at her coldly and frowned, "Second wife, you have always been a submissive person. Don't talk back to your mother again and again. She is doing this for the good of your second wife."

Song had to swallow the words she had not finished saying. She could not bear the responsibility of disobeying her elders.

Yu Qizhe, who had been eating silently from beginning to end, suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Old Man Yu with clear eyes, and said slowly, "Let her stay. I think her health has improved recently. Maybe she can take part in the autumn examination next year."

The old man was a little shocked. After all, from the time he proposed the wedding to the time he bought the evildoer from the Meng family into the family, Fifth Brother had always been cold and indifferent. He had never seen him close to any of the girls from the Meng family. Why was he speaking up to help that evildoer now?

He looked at his youngest but most handsome grandson, who was outstanding but destined to die young, and asked, "Really?"

There was no expression on Yu Qizhe's pale and handsome face, but his eyes were calm and steady, and he nodded.

Mrs. Zhao from the third room started to yell, "Fifth brother, don't talk nonsense. For such an unlucky person, you dare to lie about your health. Who doesn't know your health? How can it get better..."

Yu Qizhe looked towards Zhao, his peach blossom eyes were as cold as water. Although he was a weak and frail young man, he had a calm and terrifying aura.

Zhao's voice gradually became quieter, and she swallowed the remaining words.