Liu Sigui pointed at the house behind her and said, "Why not? There are several rooms here. The kang can be built today and can be used for sleeping after a few days of drying. Young men are hot-tempered, so it's okay to sleep on the floor for the next two days."
Qi Mo Nan smiled and replied, "Yes, I can just sleep on the floor."
Song Yun was speechless.
This guy is relying on her!
"Thank you, Uncle Liu. Have you eaten? I'm making breakfast. How about we eat together?" Song Yun asked politely.
Liu Sigui waved his hands quickly, "No, no, I've already eaten. You guys go and get busy. I have things to do at home."
Liu Sigui left in a hurry, of course not to go home, but to spread the news that Song Zhiqing's childhood sweetheart had come all the way to the village as quickly as possible throughout Qinghe Village.
Song Yun led Qi Mo'nan to the backyard. The water in the pot was boiling. She picked up the dough and cut it with a dagger that had been prepared long ago.
Qi Monan noticed the dagger in Song Yun's hand. It had a very delicate appearance, and the overall lines were indescribably smooth. It had a very simple shape, but it revealed a unique temperament, especially the luster of the blade, which he, a senior knife player, had never seen before.
Song Yun was concentrating on cutting noodles and didn't notice Qi Mo Nan's passionate gaze on the dagger in her hand. She said to herself, "Put your things down first. Dinner will be served soon." Since she was already here and things had come to this point, she didn't want to say anything more. It was just about adding a pair of chopsticks. After all, he could hunt and was not an idle person.
"After dinner, Ziyi and I are going to town to buy some daily necessities. What are you planning to do?" Song Yun asked.
Qi Mo'nan knew that his grandfather and the others had to go to work in the morning. His grandfather had injured his leg and could not do many tasks, but he would not be idle. It was said that he had to spend the whole morning in the cowshed making hemp ropes. From time to time, someone would go to the cowshed to get something, so he did not plan to go to the cowshed in the morning.
"I don't have anything to do. Let me go with you. I have something to buy as well." This time, he took out all the allowances he had saved for several years and brought all the tickets he had saved. He was going to buy something because he couldn't just eat and drink for free.
Song Yun didn't refuse. She didn't care. For her, having more people meant more labor. It was a pleasure to help carry things.
When Qi Mo Nan put the things away and came out again, Song Yun had already cut the noodles. He looked around but couldn't find the dagger. He thought that Song Yun must have put it away. He felt sorry for it because he had originally wanted to try it out.
Song Yun had no idea of Qi Mo'nan's thoughts. After using the dagger, she quietly put it into the storage compartment, not giving anyone the chance to touch it.
While the noodles were cooking, Song Yun went to the well to wash up. Song Ziyi watched the fire and sprinkled the chopped green onions his sister had chopped into the soup bowl. When the noodles were almost cooked, he beat three pheasant eggs into the pot. These were the only three pheasant eggs left.
After Song Yun finished washing up, three bowls of knife-cut noodles came out of the pot, topped with sesame seeds. It was very fragrant, and the noodles were smooth and chewy. The three of them ate with resounding enthusiasm. The morning chill was quickly dispelled by this bowl of hot knife-cut noodles.
Today is the market day in the village, which happens every seven days. Uncle Zhang's ox cart will stop at the village entrance early and wait until 7:30. Anyone who wants to go to town can ride it. It costs five cents per person, and there is no charge for the return trip.
Song Yun and Ziyi took the ox cart, but Qi Mo'nan didn't want to take it. He knew the way and planned to walk there, as he thought the ox cart was too slow.
Although it was market day, not many people rode the ox carts. Five cents is still money, so you should save it if you can. It’s only ten miles, and you can get there in a short walk.
Apart from Song Yun's siblings, there were only two aunts wearing headscarves.
Song Yun wasn't familiar with these two aunts, but thanks to Liu Fangfang, she knew their names and glorious deeds. In short, they were two opportunistic shrews with a nagging mouth, the kind that everyone hated and even ghosts were annoyed by.
Facing the searchlight-like gazes of the two ghost-seeking aunts, Song Yun climbed onto the ox cart and sat at the other end with her brother, trying to stay as far away from the two ghost-seeing aunts as possible.
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