Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Xiue began to prepare to start a fire and cook rice.
“Let’s think about this for a while. It’s time to eat now. We can’t go hungry. We still have to hand over the work tonight.”
"Okay, I'll go chop the firewood."
Everyone had a clear division of labor and never fussed over such trivial matters.
Speaking of being petty, Song He'er thought of someone: Su Yu's wife, who was timid and always indecisive.
A long time has passed since they left Xizhou and arrived here. I wonder how the three of them have been living in that palace.
Previously, when Jiang Huaifu was still alive, the palace servants, out of respect for him, would not neglect the people he invited. Even though they were not extremely wealthy, they would not lack food and drink.
“He’er, this yam porridge is very good, and it’s good for your stomach. Drink some, because I feel you’ve lost weight.”
Song He'er's thoughts were pulled back by Qin Xiaoniang. She smiled and nodded, "I know. You go and feed Huan Ge'er first. I'll eat later. I'm all grown up now, I don't need you to worry about me anymore."
Tian Niangzi ladled out a bowl and handed it to Song He'er. "I'll put it here for you. You should drink the porridge while it's hot. No wonder your mother is worried about you. You've really lost weight these days. You're always running around for us. We don't know how to thank you enough."
“Madam Tian, you don’t have a silver tongue! There’s no need for such formalities between us. We’ve survived the chaotic village, the Western Palace, the desert, and the snow-capped mountains. So it’s not just my achievement; Madam Tian must have contributed as well.”
Tian Niangzi's eyes reddened, and she excitedly patted Song He'er's forehead, "You tell me, what good deeds did I do in my past life to be able to work as a housekeeper in your family and meet such easy-going masters like you? I must be blessed by the God of Literature!"
Zhang Xiue laughed, "In our family, apart from that Madam Li, everyone else is reasonable. Only she is a crazy woman. As the saying goes, one rotten fish spoils the whole pot! It's a good thing she died on the way, otherwise our lives would have been turned upside down by her!"
Song Xiaoyu coughed lightly, "Watch your words, what if the person isn't dead?"
"What are you afraid of? So what if she's not dead? She's a prisoner now, so who's inferior to whom? I don't believe she can still hit me!"
"Third Aunt, you really need to change your impulsive way of speaking. It's fine to say whatever you want when no one is around, but there won't be such a quiet place in Nanzhao. What if you say something wrong and some busybody hears it? Wouldn't that cause you a huge disaster?"
Hearing Song He'er's reminder, Zhang Xiu'e couldn't help but sigh, "She's always been like this since she was little, and she probably won't be able to change it in a short time... Sigh, I wonder what Nanzhao looks like. If it's too dangerous, we might as well not go!"
Song Xiaoyu interrupted her directly, "Wrong! We absolutely have to go to Nanzhao. That old devil Song Xiaoqi will definitely suffer a terrible death and be in big trouble. We need to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible and get as far away as possible!"
"You make it sound so easy. If it weren't for that young girl coming up with the idea and having friends to help her, would you have been able to get out of Xinzhou? Don't flatter yourself!"
"Why do you always speak with such veiled barbs? It's so unpleasant to listen to, I really can't be bothered to talk to you!"
Song He'er felt a little embarrassed watching the two of them arguing. Every time the topic of Zhang Xiu'e's speech came up, the two of them would argue fiercely.
Qin Xiaoniang had no choice. This couple had been like this for a long time. No matter how much others tried to persuade them, they would still talk like this in the future. It was better to let them be and wait until they got tired of arguing and stopped arguing.
Song He'er ignored them and instead found a warm spot to drink her porridge.
The cave was very dark; it took three kerosene lamps to make it slightly brighter.
Today is the delivery date, and Song He'er can now openly accompany Song Xiaoyu to deliver the goods without needing to make any excuses.
Throughout the journey, Song Xiaoyu seemed to have something on her mind and remained silent for a long time.
"Third Uncle, are you still angry? Third Aunt is just like that. You've been married to her for over ten years, so you should know her well."
"Hey, no, your third aunt and I have been through half our lives together, why would I hold a grudge against her?"
Why is that?
"for you."
"I?"
"Although you are not my direct bloodline, you are still my brother's daughter and my own niece. Now that you have lost your biological father's care, I naturally have the obligation to ensure your safety. Today, I heard you mention that Jiang... Jiang what?"
"Jiang Huaifu!"
"Yes, that Prince Jiang Huaifu of Xizhou, although I have always spoken up for you in front of them, it was only to put your mother at ease. To be honest, I am not sure about him either. After all, he is born into the royal family. It is hard to believe that he would rashly help a woman who has nothing to do with him without any purpose."
Song Xiaoyu's concerns were understandable, since he had never met Jiang Huaifu or spent time with them in the palace, so he naturally didn't know the details.
If he knew how difficult it was to cross the snow-capped mountains, and how they survived by relying on each other, perhaps he wouldn't have this view of Jiang Huaifu.
"Third Uncle, he is really a very good person. My niece once saved his life, and he also saved mine, so we can be considered confidants who have gone through thick and thin together. I am willing to believe in him."
Looking at Song He'er's innocent and fair face, Song Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile indulgently.
"After this year comes your coming-of-age ceremony. When you're really grown up, perhaps you'll understand."
As a scholar, Song Xiaoyu shouldn't have said such things, but given the current situation, he had no choice but to bring it up.
Song He'er wasn't someone whose intelligence had been lowered; of course she understood matters of pleasure between men and women. But right now, she could swear to God that in her eyes, there was only money, no feelings.
As for whether I will develop feelings for him in the future, that remains to be seen. In short, not now.
Song He'er chuckled: "Third Uncle, I understand everything you're saying. You should save those words for educating Nian'er!"
"Hmm... Let's not talk about it anymore. We're almost there. It's that ship up ahead. I wonder if that prince has come yet. I'd like to see him."
As she spoke, Song Xiaoyu quickened her pace.
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