Song Qingci ignored Songzi and pressed it into his quilt with his eyes closed.
After struggling twice, Songzi gave up and closed her eyes to sleep.
Anyway, the person who came was not a bad person, but an acquaintance, so why should it care about him!
Song Qingci rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up. He called Jin Yue again, helped her comb her hair, and took her hand to go see Fan Er's wife.
Fan Er "Niuniu" was a strong woman who spoke very boldly and thanked Song Qingci profusely.
Song Qingci said a few humble words to let her rest assured during the confinement period and not to worry about it.
"I definitely won't forget your life-saving grace," Fan's second wife said. "If it weren't for you, I would have died and my children would have fallen into the hands of my stepmother."
Fan Er glared at her. "What are you talking about? You deserve a beating, you bitch! How can you curse yourself like that in the first month of the year?"
"Go ahead and hit me! If you dare to touch me, I'll beat you up." Fan's second wife was more powerful than him.
The life that Song Qingci imagined, of surviving a disaster and being too weak to take care of himself, never happened.
She couldn't help but sigh that the vitality of people varied greatly.
Fan Er muttered, "In front of outsiders, don't you know how to save some face for me? You woman."
"What outsider? This is my sister! What's wrong with Mr. Fu San? He has to listen to my sister obediently. Sister, let me tell you, men are all mean. The more you flatter and pamper him, the less he will take you seriously. You have to constantly hit them, and when they are about to take off, give them a kick to bring them down..."
Song Qingci wanted to hold back his laughter, but couldn't.
A foot rolled down on her, and she couldn't roll it up.
"Third Master and I are not what my sister thinks."
"If it's not like that, then what is it? Does he still want to sleep with you for free?"
Song Qingci blushed.
Forget it, I won’t explain anymore. The more I explain, the worse it gets.
Fan's wife talked to her for a long time, saying that she would go to Huaishan to see her in the future and to recognize her relatives.
Song Qingci couldn't resist her enthusiasm and could only nod.
"That's enough, you bitch. There's no more fun. Go to sleep quickly. You still have to feed the baby. I'll take her to dinner and then send someone to take her back. You don't have to worry about her anymore."
"What do you mean by sending someone to send her back?" Fan's wife raised her eyebrows. "Where are you going? You invited people to help, shouldn't you send them back? Who knows if there will be some ignorant people looking for trouble on the road? Hurry up and take the people and send my sister back safely."
"No, no need." Song Qingci said hurriedly.
She brought Fu An with her, and she felt safe when Fu An faced these people.
"No, he has to be sent off," said Fan's second wife. "It's not so peaceful around here. He's so big, and if he sticks his head in there, he can at least scare people if he can't hit them."
"Who can't fight? Who do you say can't fight?" Fan Er was not convinced.
"You, I'm talking about you. What's wrong? Do you want to fight with me?"
"A good man doesn't fight with a woman!" Fan Er's face turned red.
Song Qingci felt warm watching the couple bickering.
She missed home again.
Although happiness is different for everyone, it is equally precious.
At the insistence of Fan Er's wife, after dinner, Fan Er brought six people and personally sent Song Qingci back.
He was not so anxious when he went back. Song Qingci rode his horse while looking at the snow-covered scenery all around him.
Jin Yue was even more curious than her, her eyes were rolling around, but it was not enough.
Fan Erze casually introduced the names of the places they passed by to Song Qingci.
Song Qingci just let it go in one ear and out the other. To her, it all seemed the same.
"This is Ginseng Hill..." Fan Erdao said.
Song Qingci became interested, "Is there a cottage here too?"
"Without a stronghold, who cares what it's called?" Fan Er said, "The boss of Ginseng Hill is Weng Lengzi, my brother-in-law. But my sister died of illness two years ago, and after he remarried, I stopped caring about him."
Song Qingci said "My condolences".
"It's been more than two years. It doesn't hurt anymore if I don't think about her." Fan Er said, "Even when I see you, I think of her."
Song Qingci felt a little creepy.
"...If she was lucky enough to have you treat her, she might have been saved. She died of a difficult childbirth."
For a woman, giving birth is like stepping into the gate of hell.
"Oh, let's not talk about it. She's not blessed. Fortunately, my two nephews are grown up, so I don't have to worry about them. With me here, Weng Lengzi won't dare to do anything too extreme. If this ginseng hill is not passed on to my nephew, I will come to the door and sue him!"
Fan Er also said that some time ago, on the second anniversary of his sister's death, he was dissatisfied with his brother-in-law's neglect, so he brought people to make a scene.
"Weng Lengzi must hate me in his heart, but he doesn't dare to compete with me. He can't beat me. Here, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."
Song Qingci thought of Mr. Fu San and thought that was not entirely true.
The third master convinced people with reason.
As they were talking, the rumbling sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the front.
Song Qingci looked up and saw dozens of people riding horses, walking on the snow, with snow foam flying everywhere, and the scene was earth-shaking.
Looking at the weapons in their hands and their aggressive appearance, Song Qingci's heart suddenly became nervous.
She felt as if the visitor had bad intentions.
Could it be that Fan Er’s unlucky brother-in-law has come?
The thought in her mind was, run!
She rode a Changhong and ran fast.
She looked at Fan Er: "Do you know him? Is he coming for us? Are you going to run?"
Fan Er didn't explain. Veins on his forehead throbbed as he gritted his teeth and spat out one word: "Run!"
Song Qingci did not hesitate, turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly, and shouted, "Gee—"
But only after she ran out did she hear the sound of swords clashing behind her.
She reined in her horse and looked back, only to find that Fan Er had already brought his men to confront those dozens of people.
They had a hard time fighting against a larger number of enemies, and Fan Er was left alone, surrounded by more than a dozen people.
He swung his long knife and chopped people while shouting to Song Qingci: "Run! Run! Don't look back! Go to Black Tiger Ridge and get help!"
However, Song Qingci knew that it had been some time since they left Black Tiger Ridge, and it would take a long time for them to go back and get reinforcements.
But Fan Er couldn't hold on at all.
Song Qingci didn't move.
She saw Fan Er was stabbed by someone and blood was flowing from his left forearm.
But Fan Er cursed his mother, picked up his knife and chopped the man who attacked him off his horse.
"Go, are you deaf? I told you to go!"
"Catch her alive." At this time, someone shouted in the direction of Song Qingci.
The people behind will catch up immediately.
Fan Er shouted, "That's your sister-in-law's savior, stop them and save him!"
"Why don't you leave? What are you standing here for?"
This time it was Fu An who spoke.
He was riding a horse and came out from nowhere.
Song Qingci looked at Fu An with pleading eyes.
She said, "Fu An, go help Fan Er and the others. They're coming for me."
Fu An said, "My duty is to protect you and the girl. I can't leave you."
He refused to help.
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