Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Today is the big market, I saved some money...
Today is the big market, and Song Mian has saved some money. He thought about buying some snacks for Song Zhuo and Song Chi.
The two had never suffered any hardship since childhood, but since Song Zhun passed away, they have been suffering endlessly.
If the family is wealthy, let them enjoy some of it.
Of course, she is the one who enjoys it the most.
After Song Mian closed the stall, he saw that Sun Erya and the others still had some stuffing left to sell, so he smiled and said, "We'll go to the market first. You guys can continue selling. You can leave first or wait for us on the street in front of us later."
"Waiting for you, together." Sun Erya was sweating profusely, but she had a big smile on her face.
As long as there is money to be made, she is not afraid of hard work or fatigue at all.
Song Mian smiled and nodded.
Holding the purse in hand, he glanced around. Cakes and candies were extremely expensive. When he had no money, he naturally couldn't bear to buy them. But when he had some extra money, he would just think about sweetening his mouth.
"Osmanthus flower rice cake? One pound, please."
"Yam cake? Give me a pound."
"Shrinkable candy? Give me a pound."
After Song Mian bought some, she felt reluctant to spend the rest. They were too expensive. She had to work hard for a whole day to make pies, so she bought a few pounds of sugar.
She was even thinking about how the candy was made.
But she won't.
After buying the things, Song Fuxue pushed the cart and followed Song Mian. As soon as they walked out of Chaoqian Street, they saw Sun Erya and Song Xiaoshu squatting against a tree, staring at their surroundings with vigilance.
Song Mian frowned.
They were still nervous when they had money in their hands.
As soon as the two of them showed up, Sun Erya waved her hands with surprise on her face, stood up and jumped towards them.
"Mianmian!"
Hearing her shout, the two men went towards them.
Sun Erya didn't ask what they bought, but just showed off happily. However, she was worried about the people around her, so she lowered her voice very low: "The copper coins in my hand are heavy today, I must have made a lot of money."
Song Mian pursed her lips and smiled.
“As long as I make more money, that’s good.”
Sun Erya was overjoyed. She felt very safe being with them and was no longer nervous about having money in her pocket.
The sun in the sky is extremely hot, but it is still so dry.
"Use all the money you earn this year to buy rice." Song Mian reminded everyone. Everyone thought that the drought of the past two years would end, but she knew that the disaster would continue for another three years and would directly exhaust the luck of the Daliang Dynasty.
When Song Mian said this, Sun Erya nodded obediently: "I use all the money I earn to buy rice and flour."
She looked at Song Xiaoshu, who nodded repeatedly.
Song Mian couldn't help but laugh. This girl was young and looked a bit like his own sister. He quite liked her.
"Yeah." She responded.
As long as she is willing to listen, that's enough. This little native is very well-behaved. Although she doesn't understand many things, she doesn't ask too many questions and just does what she is told, which makes people worry-free.
Song Mian wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose and was about to speak when she saw a thin young man squatting at the edge of a cornfield not far away. When he saw them passing by, he made a move to stand up. Her heart tightened.
Since ancient times, the fields, especially in midsummer, the corn fields and sorghum fields have been covered with lush green tents, which are the most prone to problems.
Don't be a bad guy.
She held the wooden fork hidden on the cart and looked at the boy calmly.
The boy was dressed in rags, his cheeks were sunburned, and his lips were pale and chapped.
Song Mian looked at him indifferently. Song Fuxue and Song Xiaoshu sandwiched the two girls on the left and right.
"Water..." When the young man saw this, his already dead eyes lost even more color.
But he didn't want to die here, so he had to hold on and shout out.
Song Mian walked a little further and sighed. Orphans like them could only grow up with the help of others. She really couldn't bear to see him looking so miserable in front of her.
She turned around, untied Song Fuxue's bamboo tube, rolled towards him, and whispered, "There's water in it. Drink it."
The young man sat there without moving, the bamboo tube stopped next to his feet. He raised his eyes, trying hard to see the appearance of the person in front of him, but everything was blurry and he could not see anything clearly.
"Thank you." He used all his strength to squeeze these words out of his throat.
Song Mian could hardly hear what was said and was about to leave when he saw the young man holding the bamboo tube and suddenly died.
Song Fuxue: ...
"My water is not poisonous." He was speechless.
Song Mian naturally knew this too. She sighed, put the supplies for both families on one cart, and used the other cart to place the young man.
The boy was skinny, smelled bad, and had a thick layer of gray scabs on his face. He looked no different from a beggar.
"Don't die in my car. My car is very useful." Song Mian muttered softly.
Sun Erya and Song Xiaoshu looked at the skinny boy, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Let's brush it outside and then bring it in. It looks a bit dirty."
Song Mian nodded.
This is so dirty that I don’t know where to start.
After returning to Songjia Village, she brought two buckets of water and asked Song Xiaoshu and her father to clean the boy.
She went back to wash up first. When she was done and walked out of the room, she saw the boy leaning against the door.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
She said as she looked at the boy, which was a bit beyond her expectations.
The young man was squatting in a small ball, looking very frail. When he heard footsteps, he stood up by holding onto the door.
Song Zhuo and Song Chi stared at him blankly from a distance.
His thick black eyebrows, clear eyes like water, and slightly delicate nose were still straight, but his lips were very thin. He was still wearing ragged clothes, but he managed to look relaxed.
It was obvious that the boy was trying hard to stand straight.
That kind of elegant demeanor was revealed.
Song Mian drank water from a large bowl, glanced at him, and asked, "Are you awake? Where's your household registration? Let me see."
If the boy did not have a household registration, she would throw him out immediately.
The young man pursed his lips tightly, took out a road pass from his pocket, and handed it to her: "I went to Beijing to look for my relatives, but the address they left was a ruin. I wanted to return the same way, but I fell ill on the way. I forced myself to recover, but I had spent all the money I had. There was a severe drought in Beijing, and I couldn't find a river to bathe in. I ended up in such a mess, and no one wanted to talk to me."
Song Mian, this big fool, had received too much kindness in his previous life and couldn't be indifferent in this life, so he gave him the water to drink.
"Then now that you're awake, let's go." Song Mian felt relieved.
The young man lowered his eyes. This was why he was squatting at the door.
He just woke up, and the man of the house asked him some questions and told him to leave, but he didn't want to leave.
"I...have nowhere to go." He looked towards the south of the Yangtze River with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes, his voice dry. "I was raised by my grandfather. Before he died, he told me that my relatives were in Beijing and asked me to come and live with them after I had my affairs taken care of."
Song Mian placed the bowl on the table, staring at his pass, then looked at Good Daddy beside him, raising an eyebrow: "Is there something wrong with his pass?"
It's not just the road guide, it's also the accent.
Song Fuxue nodded.
"No problem."
Song Mian was sitting on the stool, and was about to think of how to get him to leave when he heard the young man speak again.
"You saved me, so you are my benefactor. I want to repay you, but I have nothing and no talent. But I can be your long-term worker. Give me all the dirty and tiring work at home, and I can do it."
The young man's hands gripped the door frame, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He raised his eyes and stared at Song Mian, his words firm.
"I'll listen to you from now on." He nodded vigorously.
Song Mian took out the pass and looked at it again. She didn't need anyone to work as a long-term worker for her. She was about to refuse, but she saw Song Fuxue's eyes move slightly and nodded: "You can stay. You don't have to work as a long-term worker. Go to the county government and register your household registration in Songjia Village as a refugee."
It is not easy to change your household registration nowadays, but there are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom. If you can really find a place to settle down, you can still pay money to do it.
The young man bit his lips until they turned white, but his dark eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He nodded heavily, as if afraid that they would regret it, and said quickly: "I really have nowhere to go. I am desperate. I will be obedient from now on."
After a while, he found it difficult to speak, but he still mustered up the courage to say, "Don't leave me."
Song Mian felt a little sorry for him. In her previous life, she had dreamed countless times, hoping that someone would recognize her and tell her that they would be a family from now on.
Unfortunately not.
The boy brought back her memories.
She looked unhappy and didn't reply for a long time.
"What's your name?" she asked.
The young man quickly said, "I was originally calling it 62. Please give me a name, Master."
Song Mian fanned slowly with a palm-leaf fan, and looked at Song Fuxue when he heard that. He was the one who wanted to keep the person, so naturally he had to be the one to name him.
Song Zhuo rubbed his hands and said with great interest, "Why not call it a ze? Water flows together to form a ze. We need water so much in this drought! Now I know how precious water is."
Song Chi clapped his hands: "Ze!"
Song Xiaoshu, who was listening through the fence, heard the naming and scratched his head for a long time: "How about seedlings? It's great to have seedlings so that you don't have to worry about growth."
Sun Erya thought that her nephew was called Song Deming, and how could a scholar name him Xiaomiao?
Several people looked at each other.
Song Mian scratched his cheek and thought, everyone's naming is a bit useless: "Song Ze?"
Song Fuxue: ...
"You can't have the surname Song. My surname is Lu, so let's call you Lu Jinshu. The character Jin is composed of the character for sun, which means facing the sun. I hope your future life will be as bright and full of hope as the sunshine."
His clear voice slowly fell.
Song Mian gave him a thumbs up and kept praising him: "Dad, you are so well-educated and eloquent. Such a good name is really rare."
"Lu Jinshu!"
"Lu Jinshu!"
Song Zhuo and Song Chi hurriedly greeted him with a smile.
Song Mian hesitated for a moment, then thought that Song Fuxue knew more about ancient times than she did, so she didn't say anything. As long as he had a proper pass, he would be a good citizen.
"Go take a good shower and change your clothes," she said.
It’s true... even if I wash my face, my body still stinks.
Lu Jinshu blushed upon hearing this and stammered, "I used to be very clean, not like this."
When he was away from home, he had spent all his money and failed to seek refuge with his relatives. He had tried his best to survive.
"I know, wash yourself first before you talk."
Song Mian comforted him, "I don't mean to dislike you."
Lu Jinshu blushed as he carried two wooden buckets of water to take a bath. He was very thin, so Song Fuxue gave him Song Zhenge's clothes to wear.
In the bathroom, a ray of light shines through, illuminating his fair cheeks. The part of his jaw beneath the linen cloth looks like a piece of jade, delicate and beautiful. After washing his face, he washes his neck. The linen cloth slides from his Adam's apple to his thin chest, and then slowly slides down to his abdomen, finally disappearing into his lower abdomen.
In the low thatched hut, the slightly scalding water from the sun makes everything seem particularly gentle.
His fingers were thin and covered with scars of varying sizes from all the wandering he had done.
After Lu Jinshu wiped it clean, he put on Song Zhenge's clothes with a rustle. He was taller but thinner, and except for his hands and feet that looked a little short, everything else was fine.
Song Chi muttered quietly, "Are we going to have another dirty brother?"
Song Zhuo covered his little mouth and told him not to talk nonsense.
Song Fuxue said gently, "Since we've let Lu Jinshu into our family, he's our family from now on. Don't mention anything about refugees or helping others anymore. Remember that?"
Song Chi: "Remember!"
Lu Jinshu: “…I’ve remembered.”
Seeing him respond, Wenlan handed him the freshly prepared porridge and said gently, "You said you were just recovering from your illness. Drink some porridge to nourish yourself so that you don't feel unwell again."
She looked at the boy. Although he was from a farm family, he was handsome. He was quite well-behaved as he drank porridge slowly from the large bowl. If she taught him carefully, maybe he could really learn the ropes.
Wenlan glanced at her second brother with a subtle look, always feeling that her guess was correct.
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