Although these had nothing to do with Song Qingci, she could better understand why Mr. Fu San did not use a more direct approach, but instead rejected Bai Ya in such a roundabout way.
Bai Ya originally said that she would go down the mountain to continue doing a big business, and then return to the "mountain" with wealth and glory, so that everyone could have a good year where they could eat meat for half a month.
As a result, he hasn't left yet.
Is it because of her? Song Qingci couldn't help but wonder.
But don’t do that, no one should affect the speed of making money!
The next day, Song Qingci found her bellyband in the yard.
It was very magical. The day before, even the rat holes were searched but the bellyband could not be found. But the next day, it miraculously appeared by itself, hanging on the tree branch.
Song Qingci began to doubt his own eyes.
Is she blind?
It would be fine if you had misjudged the scumbag, but now you can’t even keep a bellyband?
Is there any way to live like this?
But fortunately, the bellyband is back.
Her skin was delicate, and the coarse mountain clothes she wore kept her skin close to her body, which became red from being rubbed at night.
She can tolerate other things, but when it comes to personal belongings, she still loves them as they are.
It is a joy to recover what has been lost.
She doesn't care where it has gone, as long as it is washed clean!
It's a day to wash up and be happy.
After dinner, Song Qingci began to fumigate Feng Xun with moxa to make her feel more comfortable. He planned to fumigate himself as well later to avoid feeling uncomfortable when he came.
"Girls, you must take good care of yourself. If you don't care about yourself, who can you expect to take care of you?" Song Qingci kept nagging.
Feng Xun lay on the bed, feeling the warmth coming from her lower abdomen. "I feel much better indeed. You are amazing, girl. Third Master, didn't come back for dinner tonight? If he doesn't come back soon, I will eat the meal I left for him!"
Song Qingci: "..."
"Bai Ya is leaving," she said. "The Third Master is hosting a farewell banquet for her tonight. You forgot what Dongzi said this morning."
"Then you still leave food for him?"
"Fool, since he didn't mention it to us, of course we pretended not to know. If we don't leave him any food, doesn't that mean we know what he's doing? Wouldn't that mean we're selling out Dongzi?"
Feng Xun: "I never thought..."
Mr. Fu Sanye is so annoying. He eats from his bowl and still wants to take what’s in the pot.
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