Chapter 20 Song Xiaoxiao's experience with the spiritual spring was different.
Do you still collect seashells?
Qian Hudan shuffled up and asked hesitantly.
Song Li shook her head, "I won't accept it."
I bought two hundred last time, and I haven't used them all yet.
But she wouldn't tell Qian Hudan the truth—they weren't close.
Qian Hudan lowered his head and said "Oh," like a dog that had been doused with cold water. He turned around pitifully and shuffled out.
He was slow to speak, which clearly meant he needed something from her and wanted to wait for her to speak first.
Song Li ignored him and gave him a cold look that said, "Goodbye, don't bother coming back."
She has little patience and always abandons things she tries hard for but doesn't get positive feedback from.
As for compassion, haha, that's even less likely.
After returning home, Song Li poured water into the water tank and continued her research on making cotton-padded clothes.
Perhaps it was because she was exceptionally talented, skillful, beautiful and intelligent, and quick to grasp things, that she succeeded on her first try.
The cotton-padded coats that were made had arms that looked like arms and collars that looked like collars; they were made in a very neat and professional manner.
She's so capable!
"Come on, come and try it out."
Song Li waved happily to Song Xiaoxiao.
He was very confident in his debut work.
However—
Reality brought her to her senses.
Song Xiaoxiao put on a new cotton coat. The sleeves only reached her forearms, the hem couldn't cover her stomach, and the neckline was so tight it almost strangled her.
The entire outfit was much smaller than Song Xiaoxiao's size.
Song Li: "..."
He looked Song Xiaoxiao up and down carefully. "Why do I feel like you've grown taller?"
He pulled Song Xiaoxiao to stand by the wall and compared the mark from last time with his hand.
It really has grown much taller!
Song Li was distressed.
It's a good thing that the child is growing taller, but only in a few days? Can they grow that fast?
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Song Xiaoxiao was lacking food and clothing before, so she was already underdeveloped. It's normal for her to grow faster now.
Oh, I should have cut more fabric when I was cutting it.
She really doesn't know how to raise children...
Song Xiaoxiao felt very guilty: "Sister..."
The fabric was so expensive, and my sister put so much effort into making it, but because she grew up so fast, it couldn't fit into her anymore, and it was all wasted.
Song Li quickly rubbed Song Xiaoxiao's head and comforted her, "Growing taller is a good thing, I'll redo it for you."
Song Xiaoxiao was still sad, "But..."
But this piece of clothing is wasted.
Song Li sighed deeply; in fact, she felt the same way.
My first work, which I finally managed to create, is it just going to be shelved?
If she were well-liked, she could easily give the clothes to the village children.
Unfortunately, she wasn't well-liked. Firstly, she didn't want to give it away, and secondly, if she did, people would definitely think she was crazy.
After thinking it over, Song Li simply said, "Why don't we try selling it at a clothing store? Maybe we'll be able to sell it?"
She was unwilling to keep it hidden away!
Song Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she encouraged her, "Yes! With your skills, you'll definitely be able to sell them!"
Song Li couldn't help but chuckle, turned around and went back to the table to get a measuring tape, and immediately took Song Xiaoxiao's measurements again.
It wasn't that she was particularly diligent; it was mainly because the weather was getting colder and she had to catch up on her work. She hadn't even had time to start working on her own projects yet.
...
The legendary superpowers of seeing a thousand miles and hearing the wind all happened to Song Xiaoxiao.
Although it's nowhere near as exaggerated as depicted in the drama, Song Xiaoxiao is certain that she possesses both of these skills.
It seems that she suddenly became pregnant the morning after her sister returned from the Wang family, and her ability has been increasing day by day.
She can now see clearly in the dark and hear sounds from three miles away.
"Sister, the matchmaker has come to arrange a marriage for you."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao immediately reported the situation to Song Li.
Song Li was engrossed in cutting when Song Xiaoxiao suddenly said that, and blinked blankly, "What?"
Song Xiaoxiao nodded seriously, "It's true."
Not wanting to discourage the little one, Song Li opened the door and went outside to take a look. The sky was overcast, the north wind was howling, and it looked like it was going to snow. There wasn't a soul in sight on the village road.
"Nobody's here." Song Li rubbed her arms and went back inside.
Song Xiaoxiao said, "Sister, trust me, the matchmaker will be here soon."
Although she was young, she was more shrewd than Song Li. She knew that girls had to get married when they grew up, that girls who didn't get married would be laughed at, and that a girl's marriage had to be arranged by a matchmaker and elders, otherwise she would be looked down upon.
Back when she lived with her uncle and aunt, they repeatedly drove away the matchmakers and refused to arrange a marriage for her sister. When her sister got impatient, she decided to find a husband for herself, which made everyone in and around the village laugh their heads off.
Now things are looking up, the matchmaker is back at the door, and she's hoping her sister can get married and live a good life.
Song Xiaoxiao pricked up her ears to listen to the approaching footsteps of the matchmaker, waiting happily.
On the other side, the matchmaker was walking on the road.
"Hey, isn't this the matchmaker? Who are you trying to find a match for on such a cold day?" The villagers living at the village entrance greeted her.
The matchmaker was an official matchmaker in the town government. As long as a woman was fifteen or older and a man was sixteen or older, it was her duty to come and urge any woman who had reached the age of marriage but was still unmarried, so as not to have her monthly salary deducted.
Unfortunately, the northern frontier has always been unstable, with countless soldiers dying or being wounded on the front lines. The court is truly short of people to fight, which is why matchmakers have been urging people to get married more and more frequently in recent years.
As soon as the young girls and boys in the surrounding villages reach the age of eleven or twelve, she will come to the village to urge them to get engaged.
The villagers were already used to it, but they asked out of curiosity.
The matchmaker smiled wryly: "Isn't it because of Song Daya that you came?"
"What?" The villagers were astonished. There was actually an official matchmaker arranging a marriage for Song Daya.
"Wasn't Song Daya sold to the Wang family by her uncle and aunt?" someone asked.
Being sold is equivalent to becoming a slave. From then on, one is no longer a free citizen, and one's life, death, and marriage are all decided by the master family, no longer under the jurisdiction of the government.
The matchmaker was taken aback and quickly opened the household registration book she was holding.
Song Daya is an orphan girl, pitiful but also really troublesome. Her adoptive parents, Song Lao Er and He Shi, absolutely refuse to marry her off, and she has been running around like crazy these past few years trying to get her married.
If Song Daya has already been sold, she can avoid making this trip to another store and save herself some trouble.
To her disappointment, Song Daya's name was clearly listed on the unmarried list, indicating that she had not been sold at all.
—This is because the original owner, Song Daya, was sold on the day Song Li transmigrated and retrieved the indenture from Wang Laocai. Naturally, Wang Laocai could not take the indenture to the yamen to register her as a slave.
However, the twists and turns involved were unknown to outsiders.
In short, after the matchmaker discovered that Song Daya was still a free person, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.
She thought the villagers were playing a trick on her, and gave a cold look to the onlookers.
"Aren't you all bored?" the matchmaker said, a little annoyed.
The person who was scolded said he was innocent: "It's true. He sold Song Daya to Wang Laocai in Niuma Village as his concubine. There was a big commotion on the day of the wedding. Not only people in our village, but people in other villages also know about this."
The matchmaker listened intently to everyone's eloquent arguments, then frowned in thought.
Could it be that there was an error in the government registration, and her unmarried list was not updated in time?
With that thought in mind, she turned around and decided to go back to the yamen to find out the truth first.
Madam He was not easy to deal with. She would bring up her father, a scholar who lived far away in the county government, to pressure her at the slightest disagreement. She was very annoying. Hua the matchmaker would be more than happy to have less to do with Madam He.
Just as she was about to leave, a small hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and urgently grabbed the hem of her dress.
Song Xiaoxiao was panting heavily as she ran, and she pulled the matchmaker Hua aside and said earnestly, "Grandma Hua, my sister and I have moved now, this way please."
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