Mr. Fu San had been "eavesdropping" on the conversation between the master and servant for so long that he felt it was inappropriate to go in again, so he turned around and left.
I'll ask Dongzi about the Zhuguo matter in detail later.
When Song Qingci was sleeping at night, he still felt pain on his chest where the pine nuts had hit him.
If she were at the foot of the mountain, she would prepare some medicine for herself; but the conditions were not there on the mountain, so she thought about going to find some herbs herself whenever it was convenient.
It is now between summer and autumn, and the grass and trees are lush.
She tapped Songzi's little head to warn it, "A powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Don't cause me any trouble. And what's wrong with you? Weren't you very powerful before? Now you're being chased away by a little Pekingese."
Songzi felt wronged, but she couldn't say it.
It was sure that there was something wrong with the dog.
So tough!
Such a fighting soul is contained in such a small body.
It doesn't accept!
It happens to be.
Is it okay if this isn't a fight between two people?
"If you can't beat them, just bear with it!" Song Qingci said, "Don't cause trouble, or I'll kill you."
She gestured to her neck.
Songzi rubbed her chest.
"It hurts, it hurts... Stop acting like a spoiled brat, I'm talking to you! Oh, and when I go back to look for herbs, I have to remember to find you some dyes..."
Songzi jumped up to show his resistance.
Although it is called sable, it is actually black-brown with white guard hairs on its body, which makes it very easy to identify, representing its pride in being a sable.
Although Song Qingci mostly uses it to warm his hands in winter.
At first, Song Qingci dyed its fur yellow to make it look like a weasel, but because it looked so much like a weasel, people mistook it for a chicken thief and beat it whenever they saw it.
Later, Song Qingci dyed its fur black and lied with his eyes open, saying it was a squirrel.
In fact, no one has explored it too much. At most, they say that the squirrel looks a little different.
Songzi said, aren’t we all on the mountain now?
Why dye it?
The most important thing is to keep it away from water after dyeing, otherwise the color will fade.
However, the protest was ineffective, Song Qingci acted arbitrarily, huh!
Songzi snorted and turned her butt towards her in protest.
The next day, Song Qingci began to see patients.
Not many people come to see her, but she is very serious and has a good attitude.
Considering that it is difficult to buy medicine in the mountains, she would also tell patients to go find the herbs themselves, and if they really can't find them, they can go down the mountain to buy them.
Just as she had expected, most of the people who came to her for treatment were unwilling to take advantage of her. One family gave her a bunch of vegetables, another family gave her a few eggs, and the people in the mountains also distributed some rice and flour, so Song Qingci and Feng Xun had enough food and drink for their daily life.
There were women in the mountains who wove their own cloth, and Song Qingci bought some coarse cloth to make clothes.
She loved beauty since she was a child, so even with coarse cloth, she made beautiful buttons and embroidered a few clusters of small yellow flowers.
"Feng Xun, what pattern do you think would look good on my collar and cuffs?" She tilted her head and asked Feng Xun.
Feng Xun muttered, "This servant doesn't know. If only Sister Xingwei were here."
Song Qingci brought two maids from the capital to Liaodong. They were twin sisters, the elder sister was named Xingye and the younger sister was named Xingwei.
But now, Song Qingci sent the two of them out, so they are not here for the time being.
The Hoshino sisters came to Song Qingci at the age of three and grew up with her.
Xingye practices martial arts and is her martial arts maid; Xingwei is well-behaved and careful and is her chief steward.
Feng Xun has great respect for these two "seniors".
"See you soon." Song Qingci said with a smile.
When she found out that Jiang Jingchu had changed his mind, she began to make plans quietly.
My heart ached, but I pulled away without hesitation.
Thanks to her parents, she has the courage and confidence to face the cruelty of life.
"Miss Song, is Miss Song here?" A woman outside called her, and her voice sounded urgent.
Song Qingci put down her needle and thread, lifted the straw bead curtain that she had just put on and hung up, and went out.
The grass beads collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
"It's Zhang's sister-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Quick, go out and take a look. Your squirrel is in trouble!"
When Song Qingci heard this, his head was buzzing. His first reaction was that Songzi had bitten the Pekingese to death.
Keep a low profile, big brother. I told you to keep a low profile!
If you bite Mr. Fu Sanye's pet to death, you won't be afraid that Mr. Fu Sanye will skin you alive.
When she got out, she found that things were more serious than she had imagined.
Pekingese was fine, but Mr. Fu Sanye's son, Xunxun, had injured his arm and was crying in pain.
It turns out that he is Xunxun.
He was indeed one of the children who came to drink beef bone soup that day. He looked to be about six years old. If his little face had not been wrinkled from the pain, he would have been a good-looking child.
Song Qingci figured it out from the gossips of the people around him.
It turned out that Matsuko was looking for Jingba for "revenge". Jingba suffered a loss and went back to ask for help, so he found Xunxun.
Xunxun was chasing pine nuts, fell on a rock, and then became like this.
There was originally an old doctor on the mountain, but Xunxun didn't let him touch him.
So everyone thought of Song Qingci.
Song Qingci: Damn God!
She just wants to keep a low profile, is that so difficult?
She went forward to examine Xunxun.
Xunxun cried with tears on her face, "Sister, my arm is broken, can you fix it? I don't want to be disabled, I want to wield a sword!"
Even at this time, he was still thinking about his "dream", which made Song Qingci like him a little.
Song Qingci examined him carefully and was relieved to find that it was just a dislocation.
She said to him softly, "Believe me, sister. I heard that you are the most powerful kid on the mountain, right?"
No man can resist the compliments of a pretty girl, even if he is only six years old.
Xunxun looked proud, "Yes, I am very good. I...ah - it hurts -"
It turned out that Song Qingci took advantage of his inattention and helped him reattach his arm.
Song Qingci took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears and sweat, and said softly: "Try again, do you dare to move?"
Xunxun was a tough kid. Hearing that, he moved his arm and immediately burst into laughter: "It's okay, I'm fine. My arm was reattached by my sister!"
Seeing this, Song Qingci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It's okay.
It feels like she is jumping back and forth on Mr. Fu Sanye's red line.
I hope that this time, Mr. Fu San will not be angry.
Her heart was in turmoil, and she was waiting for Mr. Fu San to come and settle the score with her.
But Mr. Fu San didn’t come?
Is it because he doesn't value this son and therefore doesn't care?
Or is everyone covering up for her?
No matter why, just don't come to see her.
She just took this hurdle as an opportunity.
Song Qingci reflects on himself three times a day: Have I been low-key today? Have I offended the Third Master again today? Have I crossed the Third Master's line again today?
In fact, Mr. Fu San was responsible for this matter.
But firstly, children are naughty, so it is normal for them to get hurt a little. Boys grow up by falling and fighting. Secondly, when he thought of the little girl who was like a frightened bird, muttering "you must keep a low profile", he made a big deal out of a small matter.
Don't scare the little girl, it's not easy for her either.
But bad luck just wouldn't let Song Qingci go.
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