Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Song Fuxue really burned all the homework...
Song Fuxue burned the homework assignments one by one for his father, and said cheerfully, "Dad, to prevent you from being lonely down there, I burned a copy of the homework for you. Please help them with their studies in your dreams."
The fire lit up, making his cheeks flicker with light.
"Of course, it's time for you to do your part to protect your grandparents and grandchildren."
Song Fuxue said this with a gloomy expression.
"Dad, did you ever anticipate the Song family's current situation?"
You bet on his conscience and lost.
Song Mian knelt on one side, listening to Song Fuxue's chattering. At this moment, she had an epiphany.
From his perspective, the pile of earth in front of him was where his loved ones lay.
Song Zhun's tomb was built to the standard specifications of a first-rank official, while his wife should have enjoyed the regulations of a first-rank imperial edict, but because she was convicted, her tomb was just a simple mound of earth.
There are a bunch of small graves over there, big and small.
They were all convicted in prison and buried hastily by their relatives and friends.
Song Fuxue burned paper and kowtowed at the graves of his elders one by one.
Song Mian also kowtowed.
The two of them knelt on the ground and went home.
Song Fuxue was somewhat pleased. She asked Song Zhuo to make some tofu and said with a smile, "Let's have a couple of drinks tonight."
Song Zhenge came over and said happily, "Would you like to have a couple of drinks too?"
"You and Jin Shu both drink."
Song Zhenge:?
The agreement came so quickly that he almost felt it was unreal: "Are our family so poor that they want to sell us out?"
Song Fuxue choked and rolled her eyes at him.
Still in a good mood: "Well, I'll sell it to you."
Lu Jinshu also laughed.
Feeling his happiness, everyone was happy too. After all, life is not easy, and seeing that things are getting back on track is indeed a good thing.
The private school is open and pies are sold, so at least there is no need to worry about food and drink.
Song Mian rolled up his sleeves and said excitedly, "Then I'll cook! Let's have a good meal."
As she said that, she went to her neighbor's house to buy a chicken.
"Grandma Zhao, I'm here to buy a big rooster." She shouted across the fence.
Zhao Jufang heard it, opened the door, and said with a smile, "Want some stewed chicken? Which one do you like? I'll catch it for you. There's no need to worry about whether to buy it or not."
Song Mian quickly said, "According to the actual price, otherwise I will go somewhere else."
Zhao Jufang then said cheerfully, "Why would you care so much?"
When it comes to catching chickens, Old Song goes first. His face is full of smiles: "I'll do it, I'll do it! I guarantee they'll be tender and plump."
He was quick and ruthless in his actions, and although he was old, he was very agile.
Soon a chicken was caught.
Song Mian held the chicken and put down fifty copper coins with a smile.
"Keep it and make some stew for Erya!"
Sun Erya was pregnant. She was so busy all day that she didn't even realize she was dizzy. She thought it was because she was too busy that her periods were irregular.
When my belly got bigger, I realized I was pregnant.
But she was strong-willed and refused to admit defeat, so she always accompanied him in doing business.
Fortunately, she is in good health and can do things quite efficiently.
After Song Mian brought the chicken home, she looked at it and recalled how she had killed the chicken before, when she had held it by the neck and cut it open. She was no longer as timid as she was before.
After killing the animal, they threw it into boiling water to burn its fur. Lu Jinshu took over the job and helped to pluck the fur.
"Pull out the hair." Song Xiaochi came over and tried to pluck it with his slender fingers, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the stench was repelled.
"Stinky chicken."
Not fragrant at all.
Song Mian burst into laughter after hearing this. Wen Lan was peeling potatoes and said with a smile, "If you think it smells bad, don't eat it after the meat is stewed."
Song Xiaochi tilted his head, looked at the chicken, and said with disgust: "I don't want to eat it."
Lu Jinshu moved quickly and cleaned the chicken neatly.
"Would you eat such a clean, white chicken?"
"I don't want to eat it."
Song Xiaochi still remembers how Chou Chou looked just now.
Lu Jinshu: ...
I like cleanliness very much.
A few people chatted and laughed, and soon stewed the chicken in the iron pot.
"It smells a bit nice." Song Xiaochi widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Song Mian smiled and said, "This is the stinky chicken from earlier. Baby Xiaochi said he didn't want to eat it."
Song Xiaochi: QAQ
He applied for retraction!
A few people chatted and laughed around the coal stove, and soon the meat was stewed.
Sun Erya hid in the shadow of the fence and whispered to Song Xiaoshu, "How about I pretend to go borrow some salt and get a free meal?"
Song Xiaoshu swallowed and replied softly, "What do you think about me joining you?"
The two looked at each other and saw greed in each other's eyes.
If he had never eaten the food cooked by Song Mian, he could tolerate everything, but now that they had eaten it, and the smell was really unbearable.
Before the two of them could finish their plan, Zhao Jufang grabbed their ears and dragged them home.
"Are you hungry? We can kill a chicken and eat it too."
Zhao Jufang was helpless.
Sun Erya curled her lips: "It's okay, barely."
Zhao Jufang: ...
After this kid started selling pan-fried dumplings, his wallet became fatter and his spine became straighter.
Song Mian didn't know what happened in her neighbor's house. She lifted the lid of the pot and saw the soup bubbling and glossy, which looked very appetizing.
"Open the damper, it's time to reduce the fire."
She was stewing chicken while Wenlan was frying tofu on the stove. They were both busy with their own tasks and finished quite quickly.
"Fry some peanuts and make some cucumber and preserved egg salad as a side dish."
Gao Xiu was directing from the side.
Song Zhuo would help out, and when there were not enough people, even a child would come to help.
The family quickly prepared four dishes.
The large pot of stewed chicken in the middle was the most tempting. Song Xiaochi tried hard to shift his gaze over to it and called out in a childish voice, "Great-grandmother, please take a seat."
According to the rules of the Song family, the elders sit at the table first.
Song Mian smiled and touched his head. Song Chi was very well-behaved and would not make trouble easily. He was willing to listen to you quietly. He did not have the slightest air of a naughty child. She liked him very much.
"What does Chi want to eat?"
"Give the chicken legs to my great-grandmother, my second uncle, and my mother. Xiao Chi likes all kinds of meat."
These words made everyone very happy.
"Give Chi Ge'er and Zhuo Ge'er chicken legs, and give Mian Mian her favorite chicken wings and hearts."
Gao Xiu divided it up quickly, and there was still a lot of meat left.
Song Fuxue brought out the wine jar and poured wine for everyone one by one. He smiled and asked, "Mianmian, would you like a drink?"
"Hiss, I want to try it."
In the first ten, Song Mian only drank beer and no other alcohol.
I thought that the alcohol consumed in ancient times was low-alcohol, so it should be fine.
but--
She ignored the words that they were all homemade and not very strong.
It tastes very sweet when you drink it.
She ate it with the stew and didn't think there was anything unusual. She even joined in their lively discussion with a clear mind.
Song Fuxue was worried that the Jinyiwei might be eavesdropping, so he spoke very restrainedly and did not discuss state affairs. Instead, he discussed with them whether "The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest" or "Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers" could better reflect the pastoral scenery.
"I think it's the one about rice flowers! It has a very rural atmosphere."
"I think it's the Lajiuhun. The chicken and pork really have a farm-style flavor."
Song Fuxue and Song Zhenge were arguing with each other.
They all looked at Song Mian.
"I think they're all good." She gave a universal answer.
Song Fuxue was not convinced and started arguing with Song Zhenge again, talking about the beginning of pastoral poetry and then to prosperity.
"Anyway, the wine is not good! He was demoted, and people entertained him on the street! How could they be ordinary farmers? At least they must be landlords, so they can afford chickens and pigs!"
Song Mian chimed in, "What's the difference between you and Huaimin Yiwei?"
Song Zhen Ge said quietly, “Yes, if you say it again, I won’t give you the name of Good Sleep. I will give you the name of Unsleeping so that you can’t sleep.”
What a vicious curse.
"It's too late. I've already called you to sleep well." Song Mian chuckled.
"So, did Huaimin sleep or not?"
Song Zhenge teased her on purpose.
Song Mian: ...
Miser, drink cold water.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Song Mian begged for mercy. She felt a little dizzy now that she was more alert.
"Let me show you how powerful my uncle is!" Song Zhenge put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly.
Then Gao Xiu slapped him on the back of the head: "You're asleep. You become arrogant after drinking a little bit of wine. You even bully your own girl."
Song Zhenge gave a flattering smile.
Seeing that the night was getting late, several people dispersed.
Song Fuxue drank a few glasses of wine and was still sober. He sat in the yard, looking at the dark purple sky, the stars twinkling, looking at him from afar.
"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, her heart aches with the azure sea and blue sky every night."
"Dad, if you knew the plight of your descendants, would you have even a little regret?"
"I should regret it, I should regret it. I don't regret it, I don't regret it."
"Oh."
Song Fuxue complained vaguely, drank the last sip of wine after a while, and went back to the hut.
The next day, when Song Mian woke up, it was already bright outside.
She suddenly sat up, put on her clothes and came out, only to see that the school had already started working, and Lu Jinshu had already put the cart in place, waiting for them to go out together.
Song Mian quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, saying anxiously, "I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon."
She had just agreed to do more today, but ended up being late.
I really didn't mean it.
When she hurried to the sycamore tree, she saw a group of people gathered there, looking in the direction she was coming from.
"Mr. Song is here!"
"Where, where?"
"It really is Mr. Song!"
Amidst a group of surprised shouts, Song Mian arrived late and she quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry everyone, I took two sips of wine last night and passed out."
Everyone: ...
"Two sips of wine?" The woman holding the child was speechless upon hearing this, her face full of disappointment: "You, young master, can't hold your liquor well. You need to practice more."
While setting up the stall, Song Mian casually replied, "Practicing, practicing."
This was the seat that Sun Erya and her husband and a group of diners had reserved for them. It was spacious and flat, and she cleaned it up quickly.
"Please wait a moment, everyone. Once the fire is on, the bread will be cooked quickly."
"Please queue up, everyone."
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The author has something to say: Draft in progress: "Becoming a Child of the First Emperor" The ancient strange beast Ling Kui, which could not become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China, traveled to the Qin Dynasty with a snap, and also came with a strategy system.
Strategy goal: To become the lifelong love of Qin Shi Huang.
Comes with the golden fingers of "overwhelming beauty" and "soft and delicate body that is easy to push down".
System: This still can't take you down.jpg
Then--
He was reincarnated as Fusu, the eldest son of Qin Shi Huang.
Fusu: Wow, you guys are so good at playing with the system.
system:……
System: No, that's not the case! You've got the wrong person. Let me explain!
Because of a bug and the wrong identity, the system entered a rotten mode. Every day, the host was watching the host eat and drink and not do anything, feeling heartbroken but helpless. Who knew that one day in the future...
The strategy goal was actually achieved!
Fusu: Who says that the love between father and son is not true love?
1. He is really a three and a half year old kid!
2. Only knows how to act like a spoiled child and eat and drink
3. Family healing, group pet
4. The boy is not as good as his father! The first emperor's infrastructure! (Ferocious face)
5. Of course the baby should lie down to drink milk!
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