Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Xie Zhuyu rode a horse in Songjia Village...
Xie Zhuyu rode a horse and wandered outside Songjia Village.
He hesitated for a while, wanting to come and see the current situation of the Song family, but he was a little hesitant.
He always felt that it was a burden that he could not bear.
He hesitated for a moment, still leading the horse, and slowly walked into Songjia Village.
When he reached a thatched hut, he stopped instantly. He had a premonition that this dilapidated place in the village was where the Song family was currently living.
He looked at the old fenced yard and felt very sad.
"Who is it?" a child asked with his head raised.
Xie Zhuyu lowered his head, looked at his fair and tender face, and reached out to touch it: "Song Xiaochi, don't you even recognize your uncle?"
Song Chi stared at him for a while and smiled: "Uncle Zhuyu."
Xie Zhuyu leaned over and picked him up, letting out a soft sigh.
He scanned the courtyard, looking at a few low thatched houses, the thatch on the roof was a little moldy, and in the middle of the courtyard stood a large water tank with a lid and a set of tables and chairs. Apart from that, everything else was clean.
My heart immediately felt sour.
However, he smelled a strong fragrance.
"What does it smell like?" he asked curiously.
Song Chi tilted his head back, smiled, and said sweetly, "Sister said we're going to stew pork ribs today."
He pursed his lips, liking the aroma of meat.
Xie Zhuyu:?
He followed the aroma and walked into the kitchen where smoke was rising. He saw Song Fuxue lighting a fire and his daughter stewing meat.
In Xie Zhuyu's imagination, the Song family must be having a hard time.
He patted the door frame, squinted his eyes at his brother who had adapted well, and frowned: "You are quite capable?"
The words were harsh, but his eyes turned red.
Back then, Song Fuxue was dressed in brocade clothes and fox fur, standing in the crowd, cold and noble, with a jade-like and golden appearance. He spoke beautiful articles and thought about good policies for the country. How could he be like this, wearing coarse linen clothes, with his hair tied up in a wooden hairpin, sitting in the kitchen and making a fire?
Anger surged in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak when he saw Song Mian lift the lid of the pot.
There was a pot full of spare ribs, bubbling in the pot. The charming aroma lingered in his nose, blocking out all his words.
"So fragrant?" He was surprised.
Song Mian smiled warmly, covered the pot again, and said shyly: "We are not good at cooking, we are just trying it out. This is my first time stewing spareribs. I hope it tastes good."
It was indeed her first time stewing pork ribs, but she added three drops of spiritual spring water, and that alone was enough to make it delicious.
Xie Zhuyu looked at them with some heartache.
He whispered, "Is this the only dish you eat every day?"
Song Fuxue slowly added firewood and hummed softly. He said sincerely, "I think this dish is delicious and reasonable."
He likes it very much.
Xie Zhuyu looked at him with an indescribable look, as if he was very depraved for saying such words.
Song Fuxue shook his head and laughed.
"Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers. In a good year, there are enough chickens and pork to entertain guests. Although I don't have chickens at home, I happen to have stewed pork. Thank you, brother, for trying some farm food."
He laughed and joked.
The two grew up together. As the eldest son of the Xie family, Xie Zhuyu stayed in Beijing for honorary care. In name, it was honorary care, but in reality, he was brought to Beijing as a hostage.
"You shouldn't have come." Song Fuxue said in a deep voice.
Xie Zhuyu sneered: "My father was impeached by Zhou Qi and transferred from the north to Guangdong. If he can survive, he is very capable."
Song Fuxue was silent.
Jimen was impregnable, the Japanese pirates had been repelled, and the officials in the capital who were in office but doing nothing felt that the court was stable and no longer needed the Song family for civil affairs or the Xie family for military affairs.
"Zhou Qi? He really hates us." Song Fuxue sighed.
He knew that General Xie Luzhi was very capable from the beginning and was promoted by his father. He first fought against the Japanese pirates and then went north to maintain the border as solid as a rock.
Everyone thought that Xie and Song controlled the government.
The father is called Xiang, but in fact he is She.
This was also one of the charges for bringing down the Song family. However, Song Zhun did not mean this. He worked tirelessly for Daliang and never thought about his affairs after his death.
And Zhou Qi, the Prime Minister promoted by his father, turned out to be the one who hated the Song family the most.
Song Fuxue pinched her eyebrows with a headache.
"If that's all, it's fine." He poked the ashes at the bottom of the pot with a fire poker to leave gaps between the firewood.
Xie Zhuyu, dressed in brocade and wearing a jade belt, stood there, feeling somewhat at a loss as to what to do.
"Don't you hate it?" he asked.
Song Fuxue thought that he must be full of hatred, and he wanted to kill the emperor on the throne, grind Zhou Qi, who proposed to open the coffin and mutilate the body, into dust, and avenge the old and weak people in his Song family who died unjustly.
But... his thoughts of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism made him realize that if the emperor died, the world would be in chaos and the people's lives would be even more difficult than they were now.
Furthermore, his father had great love in his heart, which was for the country and the people.
"He has the world at heart, working tirelessly to save the nation. The current situation was something he had anticipated." Song Fuxue sat on the firepit with a majestic posture, his eyes lowered. "Since ancient times, the rise of the current Prime Minister has always been accompanied by the bloody events of the previous one. Without exception, the Song family's fate is over. What's wrong with being an idle farmer now?"
Xie Zhuyu stopped talking.
He ran out angrily, took down the wine jar he was carrying, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's drink while we can. We just happen to have some meat to eat! I'll drink with you!"
As time goes by, Xie Zhuyu suddenly envied Zhuge Liang. Everyone said that Adou was hopeless, but Adou did not kill Zhuge Liang's family like pigs after Zhuge Liang's death.
He knocks at the marrow and sucks the blood, yet he is still not satisfied.
Song Mian listened from the side without saying anything. She casually asked, "Besides General Xie, are there any other generals available now?"
Xie Zhuyu laughed heartily: "If the Tatars don't come, the whole world will be full of military generals. If the Tatars invade, there will be no military generals to use."
Of course, the premise is that they don't kill his father.
"Eat, eat." Song Mian shouted with a smile when he saw that the gravy was almost dried.
As soon as she shouted, Wenlan came with Song Zhuo and Song Chi.
When Song Zhenge saw Xie Zhuyu, his eyes lit up: "Brother Xie!"
"Shoulder your weapons!"
After the two of them greeted each other, Xie Zhuyu watched as the whole family rushed into the kitchen, some serving food, some serving soup, and the place suddenly became lively.
The narrow table, only one meter wide, couldn't accommodate so many people, so they picked up a bowl of food for Song Chi and let him eat it by himself.
Only then did he sit down reluctantly.
In the wine jar is the best osmanthus and lotus wine.
Song Fuxue sniffed it intoxicatedly and said with a smile: "What a familiar fragrance, so good, it's simply delightful."
He originally liked drinking this wine.
"Good wine." He kept praising it.
He poured them a glass first, tasted it carefully, and then invited them to eat. Seeing that they were drinking, Song Mian went to the kitchen to smash some cucumbers, added garlic and made a cold dish for them as a side dish.
Xie Zhuyu chatted with him for a while, feeling depressed. He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and his cheeks flushed red. He sighed: "Your father and my father are much more noble than we imagined. As their descendants, how can we lose our integrity? I understand what you mean. Let's drink!"
Song Fuxue raised his glass to him, and it was good that he understood.
"Eat some spareribs to calm you down so you don't get drunk later." Gao Xiu advised quickly.
As she was talking, she picked up another piece of pork ribs. The child's cooking was really to her liking. It was stewed until it was tender and crispy. Even an elderly person like her didn't find it difficult to eat. The ribs fell off the bones as soon as they entered her mouth. She took another sip and the fragrance blossomed in her mouth. It was really delicious.
Xie Zhuyu originally wanted to say, what's so delicious about stewed pork ribs? He has been tired of eating it since he was a child.
Considering Song Mian and Song Fuxue's feelings, he tentatively picked up a piece.
Then--
Piece after piece, Xie Zhuyu's chopsticks were more honest than his mouth.
Song Chi's cheeks were bulging from eating so much.
"Sister, your stew smells so good." Song Zhuo picked up a piece and put it in Song Mian's bowl: "Sister, you've worked so hard."
Song Mian smiled at him. What a well-behaved child.
Xie Zhuyu held the coarse earthenware bowl, thinking about how to ask Song Fuxue to agree to let him stay. He also wanted to eat this stewed meat every day. It was simply the most delicious meat he had ever eaten in his life.
Wenlan tasted the osmanthus lotus wine and found it had the fragrance of lotus flowers. It was a pure and delicious wine.
I used to be used to drinking it, but now I can't afford it. This jar of wine costs one or two taels of silver.
After Xie Zhuyu finished his meal, he simply refused to leave.
"Originally you said my father was still in the north and told me to settle down. Now that my father has been transferred, I, a hostage, am useless. I can go wherever I want. I'm going to live here."
"You have no clothes or bedding." Song Fuxue ignored him and drove him out.
It would be easy to let him stay, but if he is noticed by the higher-ups, his fame and honors will be stripped away, and it would be bad if he becomes a commoner.
This is the top martial arts champion.
The emperor shouldn’t be that stupid. He should have demoted the top scholar in literature and the top scholar in martial arts as well.
How insane that would be.
Xie Zhuyu had no choice but to ride away on his horse.
He sat on his horse, looking down at Song Fuxue: "I will definitely move here before this autumn, do you believe it?"
He has already started thinking about hiding the silver.
If his house was suddenly raided, he would have to live in a thatched hut and struggle to make a living. Such a life would be too hard and he could not afford it.
It’s better to prepare in advance.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that time was running out.
After returning home, he lived in peace for a few days. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he began to secretly bury silver in the mountains, a little here and a little there, deeply implementing the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket.
Hiding for so long, I can't help but feel a little annoyed.
He made a wish to the mountain god in his heart: "Please help me protect my silver and don't let it be stolen."
That was all his hard-earned money, and he would be heartbroken if even a penny was missing.
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Song Mian sets up the stall every day. In addition to the surrounding residents, his regular customers now also include a dozen students from the Wei family private school, who buy two pies every morning.
She felt much more at ease knowing that she had a guaranteed minimum of 200 copper coins every day.
Counting your money bag every day is a very satisfying thing. The crisp sound of those copper coins colliding with each other really makes people happy.
She began to think that it was a good idea to set up a stall like this, at least there was no rent to pay.
Her greatest hope is to save enough money for the winter before the roads are blocked by heavy snow.
Damn Little Ice Age.
It’s too expensive.
It made her very sad.
After putting the money in a clay pot and hiding it in a secret place, Song Mian went to sleep peacefully.
Before she lay down, she drank some spiritual spring water to cool down and relieve fatigue so that she could rest better.
I have to set up the stall early tomorrow morning.
However, once you have saved up two taels of silver, you can go to the cloth shop and buy some cloth to make autumn clothes.
When it comes to you, it's too late.
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