Chapter 32 Chapter 32 After selling the things, I also...
After selling the things, I bought some mooncakes from a nearby vendor.
"Five-nut? Lotus seeds? Lotus paste?" Song Mian looked at them one by one, and felt that each one was too sweet.
I don’t buy sugar, but it comes naturally.
Then you can no longer refuse.
Song Mian thought with a smile, it’s not that she doesn’t take care of her teeth.
"Give me two each. There are many people in your family. You can take them home and choose the flavors for yourself." Song Mian said with a smile.
Lu Jinshu consciously paid the money, carried the things, and followed beside them very appropriately.
Song Mian smiled and asked, "What flavor do you like?"
Lu Jinshu didn't know.
He used to be reluctant to buy mooncakes, so he and his grandfather would just cook an extra egg and celebrate it as a holiday.
"Then cut it into small pieces later and taste them all. That way you'll know what you like."
Song Mian said with a smile.
She actually didn't know what flavor she liked. After traveling through time, she bought mooncakes for the first time and wanted to try them.
Lu Jinshu hummed softly.
The two of them carried mooncakes and went to the place where they had set up their stall to wait for their parents at home.
"Mianmian, where have you been?" Song Fuxue's panicked expression instantly calmed down when he saw Song Mian. He breathed a sigh of relief, his expression softening. "Is there anything else you want to buy?"
"I've bought it." Song Mian said with a smile.
I just go shopping on the street every day and buy everything I want to buy. There is really nothing I really want.
"I just saw some cloud cakes and bought you a pound. They're sweet and delicate, and the best. Take them home and try them."
Song Zhenge said happily.
Song Mian nodded: "Okay~"
She always finds it difficult to refuse the kindness of her relatives.
The group went home happily.
"Go to your mother's grave later and tell her that you are successful now, can make a lot of money, and have become a stable person." Song Fuxue said in a deep voice.
"Yeah." Song Mian nodded with a smile.
Several people took the tribute to the ancestral tomb.
"This is your great-grandfather's grave, this should be your great-grandfather, and this is your great-uncle."
Song Fuxue said them one by one.
Song Mian kowtowed to them one by one.
Finally, she stopped in front of her mother's grave, kowtowed, and listened to Song Fuxue's speech, muttering something.
"Don't worry, our girl is fine."
Song Mian's gentle gaze roamed over the tombstone. It was strange that she was not afraid even though it was late at night.
Offer the mooncakes and take them with you when you leave.
"The ancestors eat first. After they finish eating, we will eat."
Song Zhenge said with a grin.
"Dad, you are in the underground, please remember to bless us." He knelt in front of Song Zhun's tombstone, with something indescribable in his expression.
Song Mian felt a little sympathetic.
She had been having dreams recently, in which she dreamed that Song Zhun, despite his busy schedule, still took time out to teach her studies, and did not, like ordinary people, ignore her just because she was a girl.
He is really a very nice person.
The scene in the dream was so realistic that she suddenly thought that this was what she had experienced.
Song Mian also knelt down and kowtowed, imitating Song Zhenge's way of bowing, and said with a smile: "Grandfather, please bless me to make a lot of money selling pies. When the time comes, I will go to the paper horse shop and buy you the best paper figurines."
Song went to the black line of snow.
I don't think either of them is reliable.
He completely forgot about the time when he burned the students' homework for his father.
"Then remember to fulfill the wish you made, otherwise your grandfather will come after you and I won't be able to help you." He said seriously.
Song Mian was not at all flustered, and knelt down and kowtowed again: "Grandfather, when you hit me, don't forget to hit my father."
Song Fuxue:?
What crime has he committed?
Song Mian went to kowtow to her mother's grave again.
"Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of my brother." She promised seriously.
Song Zhuo is a very well-behaved child. Ever since the accident at home, he has been quietly taking care of Song Chi, leaving Wenlan free to do housework.
Later, when he opened a private school, he became even more well-behaved and spent the whole day as a lecturer in the school.
Song Fuxue fell silent after hearing this. He lit a stick of incense, stood in front of the tombstone, and stared at the name on it in a daze.
"Your mother is a person of noble character, with a gentle breeze and white snow all day long. I disliked her coldness at that time, but I also admired her icy heart. I was never nice to her."
He was speechless. She was by his side at that time, and he always felt that she would stay with him for the rest of his life.
Who knows that things are unpredictable.
It can be seen that it is true to cherish the people in front of you.
He always thought that they would grow old and die like everyone else, but he never imagined that the fragility of life lies in the fact that the person who was talking to you with a smile yesterday would be gone in the blink of an eye.
"How can people die?" Song Fuxue murmured.
Song Mian wanted to make a joke, but seeing his sad eyes, he fell silent again.
"No matter how long a person lives, their life span is no more than 30,000 days." She smiled and continued, comforting him, "There will always be a day when we can be reunited."
Not even far.
Song Fuxue smiled, watching the sun set and the cold wind blowing, then said with a smile: "Okay, it's getting late, let's go back."
Several people took the mooncakes home again.
Let your ancestors smell it, take it back and eat it, it will still be sweet.
Several people carried the eight-immortals table in the living room to the yard, placed the mooncakes on a plate, and brought over a small charcoal stove, placing it aside to make tea.
"Who came up with this ingenious idea? This charcoal basin for boiling tea is made in the shape of a little turtle. It's really interesting to look at."
The lower part of the turtle's body is used to hold charcoal, and the upper part of the turtle's back is hollowed out according to the shape of the turtle shell, which is just right for placing a kettle to boil water.
Song Mian poked the coal cakes with a fire poker and asked with a smile.
Song Zhen Ge had just bought it at a small stall, so naturally he had no idea. He smiled upon hearing this and said softly, "If you like it, move it to your room and use it."
She naturally shook her head.
I want to buy it again. It is very good to put it in the living room to boil water for drinking.
Wenlan is making tea.
She is used to making these. Although she used to use the best pre-rain Longjing tea and now uses tea foam, her skills are still there and it is pleasing to the eye.
Song Mian still had a good foundation in tea appreciation, and the slightly bitter tea leaves he drank just offset the sweetness of the five-nut mooncakes.
“Mooncakes are so expensive.” Much more expensive than her pies.
Song Chi ate lotus seed mooncakes, his dark eyes sparkling in the night. He smiled sweetly, "Is it New Year's Day today? Why are you eating so good?"
"Haha, we don't celebrate Chinese New Year, but we do celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival." Song Fuxue leaned over, hugged him in her arms, and said with a smile: "During Chinese New Year, we can kill a pig and make pig-killing dishes to eat."
Song Chi nodded obediently: "When is the New Year?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
The Song family suffered a great disaster, and the only one who was truly ignorant and unaware was Song Chi.
"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.
Song Fuxue stood up and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. Song Mian followed him with a fire poker. When they opened the door, they saw a large lacquered food box placed in the middle of the gate, and the person who delivered the food smiled at them with a mouthful of white teeth.
"Oh." Song Fuxue sighed.
Xie Zhuyu squeezed in and greeted a few people with a smile.
"The old ancestor, the eldest sister-in-law, Zhen Ge, Zhuo Ge'er, Chi Ge'er, and Junsheng are all here."
Gao Xiu picked up Song Zhuo and motioned him to come and sit down.
"Why are you walking at night, kid?"
"With the moon shining, we can see the road clearly, so it's okay to walk at night."
Song Mian placed the food box on the table, opened it, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Crabs?" A box was filled with palm-sized crabs. At a glance, there were about twenty of them. He placed the box aside and said with a smile, "Thank you for the expense, Uncle Zhuyu."
Crabs are expensive.
Xie Zhuyu sneered with a squinting eye: "Someone thinks I'm redundant."
Song Fuxue sighed: "You know that's not what I meant."
It's not a bad thing to stay away from them, but there's no need to get together with them to do anything.
Xie Zhuyu ignored it and took the tea from Wenlan, saying with a smile, "Let's eat crabs. They're freshly steamed. I rushed them here."
As he spoke, he pointed to the door, touched his nose and said, "There is yellow wine at the door."
Song Zhenge laughed and went out to get some rice wine.
Who knows.
As soon as I opened the door, I was met with a young and handsome face.
His face darkened instantly.
"What are you doing here?"
If not allowing Xie Zhuyu to come was because they didn't want to implicate him and wanted him to be well, then not allowing Zhou Zheng to come was purely out of disgust.
But she has a very powerful father, and she can neither hit him nor scold him. She has to hold her nose for fear of getting him stained.
Zhou Zheng remained silent and just kept pushing his way into the house.
"Last year, I celebrated Mid-Autumn Festival with you." Of course, last year I was with the male guests.
But this year, after sitting alone for a long time, he couldn't help but come.
Whether it was guilt or regret, he really wanted to be with the Song family.
Even if the other party doesn't welcome him, he has nowhere to go.
Song Mian glanced at his silent look, feeling a little surprised.
I didn't expect him to come.
He was holding a food box in his hand. When he saw the crabs on the table, he felt a little disappointed and sighed, "You have crabs."
Xie Zhuyu looked at him with a smile: "Little Zhou Zheng, what are you doing here?"
Zhou Zheng pursed his lips slightly, and the brocade robe he wore was meticulously crafted, revealing a sense of self-discipline and restoration of propriety.
"Thank you, uncle." He bowed politely.
Xie Zhuyu curled his lips.
What a weak little guy.
Zhou Zheng remained expressionless and moved a chair over to sit down.
Gao Xiu sighed and whispered, "A guest is a guest. He's just a kid and can't decide anything. Why tease him?"
Only then did Xie Zhuyu give up.
With Zhou Zheng's arrival, two large food boxes were placed on the table, and the eight-immortals table suddenly seemed too small.
The mooncakes he brought were carefully made by the chef in the mansion and were different from those bought from street vendors.
Song Mian took two bites and found that the five kinds of nuts in it were walnut kernels, almond kernels, peanut kernels, melon seed kernels and sesame kernels. They tasted very good and were indeed different.
While eating mooncakes and looking at the moon in the sky, a few people chatted leisurely, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
"Second Uncle." Zhou Zheng's eyes were filled with confusion: "Is what my father did really right?"
Song Fuxue: ...
"Do you think that's right?" he asked.
In fact, from the standpoint of political struggle, it is just a matter of changing the emperor and appointing his ministers. Even if Zhou Qi reported it, he would probably be in cahoots with Emperor Shunde. Even if someone else was replaced as the Prime Minister, the outcome might not be much different.
But from the young man's point of view, his father is really not a very good person.
This is contrary to the Confucian education he has received.
Song Fuxue had no desire to educate other people's children. She just smiled and said, "Ask your heart, you will know."
Zhou Zheng was speechless. Realizing his perfunctory attitude, he pursed his lips and spoke slowly after a moment.
"I'm... different from him."
He wanted to say that if it were him, he wouldn't do that.
Song Fuxue sneered.
"It has already happened. Dozens of people in the Song family have died or been injured. Now only the few in front of you are left."
These cannot be erased.
"Zhou Zheng, no matter how much your ideas conflict with his, he is still your father. You can't write two Zhou characters with one stroke."
"I will overthrow him!"
Zhou Zheng felt as if a handful of chili peppers were sprinkled on his heart, burning with pain. He had lost everything, but in the eyes of outsiders, he had gained everything. He couldn't even explain it.
Song Fuxue was lost in thought for a moment, and when he saw Song Zhuo yawning, he smiled and told him to go back to the house: "Go back to sleep if you're tired."
Song Zhuo nodded obediently.
He got up early in the morning, but couldn't bear it after a while and was so sleepy that he just took a nap.
A few people chatted and laughed for a while before dispersing.
Song Mian also yawned lazily. He was indeed tired today. Shopping was much more tiring than selling pies.
The next day, when she got up, she saw a bundle of firewood at the gate of the yard.
Thinking that it was sent by a former retainer or good friend, she took it back to the yard and placed it by the door, waiting for Song Fuxue to wake up and make her own arrangements.
Just as he was brushing his teeth with tooth powder, he saw Song Fuxue stretching and walking forward with his eyes closed. Seeing a bundle of firewood at the door, he immediately became alert. He wiped his face, opened the firewood with a smile, and saw something wrapped in green cloth inside, which immediately excited him.
"What is this?" Song Mian asked curiously.
Song Fuxue approached her and said mysteriously, "This is your grandfather's manuscript. Now that it has been sent to you by various heroes, it can be regarded as a hope for your father's survival."
He wanted to organize his father's manuscripts. Even if he couldn't take them out during his lifetime, there would always be a chance when time passed.
Song Mian listened and lowered his voice and said, "Then you should clean it up quickly."
Emperor Shunde won’t have many days left to live.
After dinner, she took Lu Jinshu to the town to set up a stall to sell pies.
It should have been rainy in autumn, but the sky was overcast all the time. It looked like it was going to rain, but it never did. The drought was so severe that the wheat seedlings in the fields didn't grow.
Song Mian walked in the fields every day and looked at the dry riverbeds, feeling uncomfortable.
"When will it rain?" She looked up at the sky.
Lu Jinshu pursed his lips, his gaze following her around, then he looked up at the sky and shook his head: "There aren't even any white clouds in the sky, let alone dark clouds. I'm afraid it won't rain."
"Oh." They both sighed.
Song Mian went to the shop, tidied up the stall, let the dough rise, and then started making pies. Everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
After doing it many times, she became more skilled and her work became more beautiful.
"It's all about practice." She never expected that the sentence from the story of the oil seller she learned in elementary school would be useful to her after she traveled through time.
"Mr. Song, weigh me five pounds of egg cakes. My wife gave birth to a big fat daughter. I want to give her some nutrition. She loves eating the food from your house." A simple and honest man said with a smile.
When Song Mian heard this, he quickly said, "Congratulations, congratulations, you're having a daughter!"
While she was weighing the egg cake, she also wrapped a pie and handed it over, saying with a smile, "For such a big happy occasion, I'll give you a pie to share in the joy."
The man's dark face wrinkled with laughter, and he said cheerfully, "Then I wish you good fortune and prosperity, Mr. Song!"
He put the hot pie in his arms and carried the egg cake, and walked back home quickly. He heard the humming of a baby in the inner room, so he quickly lifted the curtain and went in.
"Be a good boy, but don't bother your mother." He said happily.
The young woman who was breastfeeding gave him a sidelong glance and spit at him, "She's only a little girl, how could she be as troublesome as you."
The man chuckled, not getting angry. He took out the pie wrapped in a lotus leaf from his arms and handed it to the woman: "Hurry and eat it. The shopkeeper gave it to me when I bought you the egg cake. He said you could share in our good fortune. I brought it all the way back, and it's still hot."
The little woman took the pie, broke it in half without saying a word, and handed it back.
"Brother Dazhuang, let's eat together. You've been carrying heavy goods every day lately, you must be exhausted. You should eat too."
Da Zhuang refused to take it, scratching the back of his head, unable to stop smiling.
"Why would I eat this? Just smell it. You're weak. Eat it quickly. It won't smell so good later."
The young woman didn't listen to him and only ate her half. Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Dazhuang ate it.
"It smells so good, how is it made?" The young woman broke the dough and studied it, then tasted the meat filling carefully, and she had an idea in her mind.
"I'll cook it for you," she said.
Da Zhuang quickly shook his head: "Let's talk about it after you are out of confinement. Now you need to take good care of your body."
The two smiled at each other.
*
Song Mian quickly sold out the pies, steamed buns and egg cakes.
Her business was very good. No matter how much stock she had, she could sell it all out during meal times. This was also due to the contribution of Zhao Bosheng. He also did purchasing business on behalf of others, bringing pies to Huang Guan and a group of other students, a whole basket at a time.
They also had to pool together thirty copper coins every month to give Zhao Bosheng as errand fee, and they were happy to do so.
When the two passed by Chaoqian Street on their way home, they saw Song Xiaoshu busy and sweating profusely. The coal stove in front of him was burning with a blazing flame, the pot was sizzling with smoke, and there was the aroma of fried dumplings.
“This puff pastry tastes so delicious.”
"Yes, there used to be a place next door selling pies. They were really delicious there. But it's a pity they've moved next to Zhao's Cloth Shop now, so sometimes I don't have time to go there."
"I've had pies from that place before! They're affordable, generous in size, and most importantly, they taste amazing."
Song Mian didn't expect to hear the sound of her own pies. She couldn't help but smile and slowly walked past Song Xiaoshu's stall without greeting him.
I was planning to leave quietly, but unexpectedly I was recognized by the diners.
"Mr. Song!"
"Mr. Song who sells pies!"
After hearing a few people shouting, Song Mian felt uncomfortable leaving and hurriedly stopped to greet them. She was a businesswoman and naturally wanted to make money through harmony, so she greeted them politely.
"Are you going to set up a stall here?"
"If it doesn't sell well in the store, I can just set up a stall. Every time I go there to buy something, I have to walk a few more steps."
Song Mian frowned, but before he could answer, he heard them arguing.
"Wow, you don't have to go. It's always hard to get tickets. Sometimes if you go too late, they're all gone. You guys are such big eaters."
"You can't eat it? Then buy less."
That's of course not possible.
A few people were arguing with each other, and Song Mian responded with a smile before pushing the cart away.
Everyone naturally knew that she was tired and wanted to go back to rest. They kept sighing that their naughty boy was about the same age as Young Master Song, but he was only good at being stubborn and feeding people.
Song Mian walked to the end of the street and saw an old man leading a skinny and shriveled calf, looking at passers-by with a sad face.
The calf looked sick and listless.
She stopped and looked at it for a few more seconds. She couldn't tell whether the cow was healthy or not, but with the spiritual spring there, as long as it was still breathing, it could be brought back to life. She was not afraid.
"Old man, how do you sell this cow?"
After hearing what she said, the old man squinted his eyes and stared at her for a long time, then he said with a conflicted look on his face: "Do you want to buy a calf?" Song Mian nodded.
By the next spring, the calf is just half-grown and able to work.
"Three taels of silver, take it away. My family is too poor to raise it." The old man couldn't help but wipe away his tears when he mentioned it.
It was a year of severe drought, and there was not much grass in the fields for the cows to eat. Even sweet potato vines and peanut vines could not feed them. The old cow became weak and sick and died, and the calf was even more difficult to raise. His family was almost unable to make ends meet, so he had to sell the cow.
The fish he raised before were fat and could be sold at a good price, but now he has reduced the price from six taels to three taels. Now that no one is buying them, he has stopped selling them.
Song Mian wanted to bargain, but then thought better of it.
The old man has a hard time. This calf, when healthy, weighs about five taels. His calf looks sickly, so it really can't be sold at a high price. But if it's lower than three taels, it would be too much.
"Okay, I don't have that much money on me. Old man, come with me to my house to get it. My home is in Songjia Village, do you know it?"
Song Mian touched the calf and replied with a smile.
The old man knew Songjia Village. He muttered something to himself for a while before asking, "What's your name, Song Qingshan? My wife's aunt's cousin married Song Qingshan from Songjia Village."
Song Mian scratched his head: "Then you can ask my father when the time comes. I don't understand these things."
The old man who was originally following suddenly hesitated.
We are all from the same village, how could we not understand each other?
It must be a lie.
Don't trick the old man into taking him to a remote place, beat him up and throw him away.
"Uncle Qingshan?" Lu Jinshu replied slowly, "I know. So you and Uncle Qingshan are related."
The old man then smiled and nodded.
Seeing them pushing a cart, he asked curiously, "What are you doing pushing a cart in town? Are you doing business too?"
Song Mian smiled and nodded: "My family sells pies, right next to Zhao Ji Cloth Shop. Come find me when the time comes, and I'll give you two to try."
The old man chuckled. There was not much flesh on his face, only a thin layer of wrinkled skin.
"Well, little brother, you are quite open in doing business."
He praised with a smile.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two were indeed walking towards Songjia Village.
When he arrived at Songjia Village and saw the two people greeting people along the way, he finally felt relieved.
As soon as Song Mian got home, she saw Sun Erya sitting at the door with her big belly. When she saw her come back, her eyes lit up and she ran over excitedly: "Wow, you bought a cow?"
Her voice startled Zhao Jufang who was working. She hurried over and frowned when she saw the calf.
"This calf is no good." She frowned.
He was so skinny and weak.
The old man sighed, "There's really nothing we can do. All the grass in the field has died from the drought, and it's starving like this."
The calf itself is still very healthy.
Zhao Jufang still disagreed a bit. After hearing that it only cost three taels, she hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "Old man, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your family has raised cattle before, so you naturally know how difficult it is to raise calves."
Song Mian quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay. Although the cow is a little thin and a little sick, it's not a big problem at all."
She has the spiritual spring in her hands, and can heal any kind of creature, so this is really nothing.
Hearing her say this, Zhao Jufang seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"Then I'll give you another two cents of silver off. No less. After all, this is a good calf." The old man was about to collapse.
Song Mian was upset. When he saw Song Fuxue coming out, he told him.
"Okay, I'll get the silver."
It would be helpful to have a calf and a well-harnessed ox cart so that they can go to town more conveniently.
The old man secretly wiped his sweat, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the owner of this house would come out and find fault with him, which would make this business too difficult.
"Two taels and eight qian of silver, take a look, old man." Song Fuxue handed over the silver change and the small scale with a smile.
The old man weighed it and nodded repeatedly.
"This calf's condition is mainly caused by hunger. Just feed her more grass. There's not much fresh grass in winter, so feed her more soybean meal, sweet potato vines, etc., and more oat hay as well."
The old man gave earnest instructions.
He was a little reluctant to leave the calf, so he touched its head and then left with a sigh.
Zhao Jufang was so worried looking at the calf.
"How can I raise this?"
Song Mian smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's okay."
Zhao Jufang also nodded and said with a smile, "Since you said so, then I believe you. If it's difficult to raise a dog, go find the village head. He has many connections. Let him help you find out how to raise one."
Song Mian nodded repeatedly.
Sun Erya, standing by, was full of envy and sighed, "My family has never raised cattle before."
These days, cows are more valuable than people.
After all, humans have strong self-healing abilities, but cows don’t. If they really die of illness, that would be half of the family fortune.
Most people are reluctant to raise one.
Song Mian touched the calf and let go of its reins. He was thinking about where to buy fodder when he saw Old Song coming over carrying a sack of sweet potato vines.
"Let the calf eat it first. The sweet potato vines are well preserved and should be enough for it."
"Thank you, Grandpa Song."
She thanked him repeatedly.
Song Mian touched the calf's head, feeling a little curious. Thinking that the calf had been in the town for most of the day, it must be a little hungry. She quickly took the wooden basin from before, filled it with water, and added a drop of spiritual spring water into it.
The calf was initially calm and didn't want to even look at it, but as soon as the spiritual spring water was poured, it immediately struggled to come over and drink.
"You're so good." Sun Erya praised.
Song Mian raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.
She said, no one can resist the joy of spiritual spring water.
The calf drank the water with a slurp, ate some sweet potato vines, and then lay down to sleep.
Sun Erya held her belly and slowly walked home.
Song Mian came back to his senses and was about to call Lu Jinshu when he saw him studying seriously. He couldn't help but be distracted. The young man who was studying seriously had soft eyebrows and handsome eyes, and skin as white as jade. Wow, it was really pleasing to the eye.
After she settled the calf, she went back to the house to wash and tidy up, then lay down to catch up on some sleep. Fourteen years old was the age for growth, so she ate a lot and slept a lot. She didn't force herself. She ate when she was hungry and slept when she was tired. With the help of the spiritual spring water, she really grew a lot taller.
Grow taller and stronger so that you can protect yourself in troubled times.
When she woke up, she saw Junsheng practicing martial arts.
Song Mian:!!!
It's really dark under the lamp!
She knew that Junsheng was a guard, but she ignored the fact that he was good at martial arts.
"Junsheng! Please teach me martial arts." Song Mian came forward and said eagerly.
Junsheng naturally wouldn't refuse, and said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, that's going to be very hard, you have to be careful."
Song Mian didn't mind.
She immediately did a horse stance.
Junsheng touched the back of his head and laughed: "You don't need this, practice Ba Duan Jin first to make your body more flexible."
Song Mian withdrew his hands and feet in embarrassment and stood there obediently.
Watch him teach Ba Duan Jin bit by bit.
This is a health-preserving exercise that is good for your health.
Junsheng also wanted to see her physical condition first.
Song Mian did as he was told.
After Song Fuxue finished his work, he saw Song Mian practicing martial arts with Junsheng, and he felt like the sky was falling.
How come his sweet and soft little girl started learning martial arts?
"Mianmian, why do you want to learn martial arts?" he asked hurriedly.
Song Mian raised his eyebrows: "The chaotic world is coming, the most important thing is the power to protect ourselves and food, what else can we learn if not martial arts?"
She clenched her fists.
If the new emperor rebels, he will inevitably have to pass through Qinghe Town as long as he goes north to the capital. A good body is very important.
Song Fuxue wanted to refute, but after thinking for a long time, she couldn't find the words, so she nodded helplessly: "You are right."
"I practice too." His handsome face darkened.
Then he called Song Zhuo, Song Chi, Lu Jinshu and Song Zhenge to practice together.
In troubled times, weak scholars are too easily consumed.
Song Mian laughed: "Come on."
It is better to suffer with others than to suffer alone.
then--
The Song family members practiced martial arts together, not seeking to become the best in the world, but just to strengthen their bodies and have some ability to protect themselves.
Song Xiaochi grinned from practicing, muttering softly, "I studied both literature and martial arts. Am I some kind of hero who can save the world?"
Otherwise it would be too hard on the mind and body.
After hearing this, Song Mian couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Yes, you don't know yet, you will be a hero who saves the world in the future, and I am a big monster who has practiced for thousands of years and I like to eat heroes."
Song Xiaochi: QAQ
"Sister, do you really eat people?" he asked miserably.
Song Mian nodded solemnly.
Song Xiaochi looked at his mother and saw Wenlan holding back a smile. She nodded and said, "Yes, tender children are the most fragrant."
Song Xiaochi started crying with a loud bang.
He held the calf's head and whined, "I'll carry the package, you carry me, let's run away from home. Tender children are the most fragrant, tender calves are also fragrant, we are in great danger."
Song Mian: ...
Not only did she leave, but she also kidnapped her calf. How despicable.
"Song Xiaochi, I'm hungry."
She deliberately changed her tone to a sinister one.
Song Xiaochi was trembling while holding the calf.
He has complete faith in his sister.
Song Mian laughed, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Okay, stop torturing my little calf, and go practice quickly."
After practicing martial arts, you also need to practice calligraphy.
Song Chi puffed up his cheeks, his face full of pain.
"Or sister, just eat me up, so I don't have to memorize books and practice calligraphy." It's so painful.
Song Mian said seriously: "But I only eat heroes, not little fools."
Song·Little Fool·Chi went to practice calligraphy honestly.
After a few people had made a fool of themselves, Song Mian was also tired. He held the teacup and drank water, squinting his eyes lazily to bask in the sun.
After summer passes, the late autumn sunshine becomes a little warmer and feels very comfortable on the body.
"If I could raise a white cat and a fat dog, my life would be so comfortable."
Song Mian muttered to herself, and suddenly she felt like making tea around the fire, so she immediately got ready.
Take out the turtle stove, boil some tea, sit in the yard and watch the withered yellow leaves and the golden sunset.
The orange sunset paints everything the same color.
It seemed as if all that was left in the world were the setting sun, the stove for boiling tea, and the mooing calf.
Song Zhenge came over with a smile and helped her make tea, saying with a smile, "Are you still in the mood for this?"
She had been so calm lately that he was worried she was becoming worldly.
Song Mian drank the tea, put the peanuts on the wire mesh to roast, and replied with a smile: "Being an ordinary person, watching the sky and drinking tea, what's wrong with that?"
She didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Song Zhen Ge tasted it and laughed too: "It's very good. I almost forgot the carefree joy of being a Wuling youth."
Those times, like a dream, are about to disappear.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountains."
Song Mian's lips curled up slightly, and he looked back and smiled faintly: "I've thought about it. When next spring comes, I'll get some kittens and puppies to raise. Then we can have a ceiling, fish tank, pomegranate tree, white cats and fat dogs."
Song Fuxue just walked over and heard her say this. She was immediately interested: "Ceiling, fish tank, pomegranate tree, white cat, fat dog? I feel that this statement is not complete."
He is very sharp.
"The original words were: ceiling, fish tank, pomegranate tree, husband, fat dog, fat girl." Song Mian replied lazily.
Only then did Song Fuxue nod.
"That makes sense." He said with a smile.
Song Mian also poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile: "I still think incomplete ones are best."
She doesn't care about any gentleman.
Song Fuxue just smiled and said nothing. The child was still young and naturally not interested in these things. He was not old enough yet.
He didn't want to say more, he really couldn't bear to do it.
"Don't mention it, after practicing like this, my body feels much more relaxed." He was imprisoned for two months. Although his life was not taken, his physical foundation was destroyed.
But he was somewhat puzzled because he always felt that his body was getting better slowly and he had no chronic illness left. This was incredible.
That's the Heavenly Prison.
Just staying in there for two months would have ruined even the strongest body, but he was surprisingly fine.
I can only say that my ancestors blessed me.
It seems that his father was not idle in the underground either. He must have used all the connections he could to leave them a glimmer of hope.
"Dad, your teaching has been good recently. I haven't heard you complain about it." Song Mian asked casually.
Who knew that just one sentence would stir up a hornet's nest, and the good dad who was so bright and handsome just now suddenly turned red.
"I feel like a plucked chicken in class, and I go crazy like a wild chicken after class!"
"They always look at me with blank, innocent eyes! Ah! Such cleverness!"
"You don't know that handwriting. Even Cangjie would regret inventing characters after seeing it!"
Song Fuxue's words were full of tears.
As soon as this topic was brought up, he jumped up instantly and his face turned red with excitement.
Song Mian quickly comforted him and said with a smile: "Dad, calm down and don't get so angry that you have a stroke."
He looked so excited that he seemed to be about to faint at any moment, which was quite scary.
Song Fuxue looked up to the sky and sighed.
"I must have committed too many sins in my past life, which is why I have ended up teaching in this life."
Song Zhenge: Hahahaha.
He laughed with schadenfreude, and was very happy to see his brother so angry, because he usually looked calm and composed, like an old scholar.
Song Fuxue narrowed his eyes and sneered twice. Song Zhenge, who was laughing wildly, stopped laughing instantly.
The feeling of oppression from his brother made him as quiet as a chicken.
Seeing her father like this, Song Mian also sneaked away.
If I get angry when I take care of one child, I will be so angry when I take care of a group of children that I will be fuming.
She expressed her understanding.
Song Mian went to the kitchen, washed some mung beans, and planned to cook some mung bean soup to help his father relieve his anger.
Seeing her move, Wenlan hurried over to help. She had become more skilled at making egg cakes recently, and her efficiency had improved a lot, and she had more free time.
"I think if you assign me more work, I can still do a lot." Wenlan said with a smile.
She always felt that it was not good to be idle alone.
Song Mian hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "Aunt, you've actually done a lot. After making the egg cakes and taking care of Chi Ge'er, you're already very tired. Although the family is lonely, everyone can still do things. Don't take on too much responsibility."
Just like her, she is very active in making money, as a contribution to the public.
But she is often lazy when it comes to housework.
Because if a person does everything, he will only become more resentful and complain all day long.
"You have a point." Wenlan squeezed her hands and sighed, "But I want to save more for my family."
She stared at Song Mian intently and explained everything to her in detail.
"You're out there now, and you understand a lot. I won't hide it from you. Look at our family's situation. If something happens to your great-grandmother, it will cost a lot of money."
"Besides, when you get married, you have to save up for your dowry. If the dowry is not good, it will inevitably make people look down on you. We won't do such a thing."
"And Zhuo Ge'er is not young anymore, and he will have to discuss marriage in two years."
Although she is not my biological mother, she is my aunt after all, so she is half my mother.
Wenlan thought that if she didn't worry about it, no one at home would take care of these things. She had her own standards in her heart. She and Chi Ge'er were orphans and widows, and they were also supported by Mianmian.
As a human being, only when you know how to repay kindness can you stand up straight.
Song Mian: ...
Getting married is really expensive.
She pinched her brows with a headache and said gently, "It's getting cold, Auntie. You should take a good rest and take care of yourself. Wait until next spring and then think about making money."
Wenlan: ...Oh.
She said so much, but her eldest niece didn't take it to heart at all.
"Forget it, I can't argue with you. Then I can make one more batch of egg cakes every day, is that okay?" she asked.
Song Mian nodded in agreement, of course it was feasible.
As she was talking, she heard someone calling at the door. She looked outside and saw Grandma Zhao and a strange woman standing at the door.
She responded somewhat bewilderedly.
"The door is open, just come in."
Zhao Jufang brought the woman in. The woman was holding several bags of things, including snacks and fruits.
"This is me. I came to visit her earlier. She said she wanted to learn how to make pan-fried dumplings and sell them in Yanglin Town. Now that her business is thriving and she's making a lot of money every day, she brought a small gift to thank you."
Zhao Jufang explained the matter clearly in just a few words.
The woman's face was tanned and rough, but she smiled brightly. "Yes, I wanted to come before, but I didn't have enough money saved. Now that I have saved enough, I asked my aunt to bring me here to thank you."
If it weren't for these pan-fried dumplings, the mother and her two children would really be left with nothing.
Without money, it is really difficult to move forward.
At that time, her life was so difficult that she had to drink cold water three times a day, and her two children were so sick that they were almost dying.
Fortunately, with the help of pan-fried dumplings, her life gradually became better.
I specially bought some of the best snacks and fruits in town and brought them here to express my gratitude. This is a life-saving grace!
"Quick, Ban'er and Chuan'er, come and kowtow to your sister."
She bowed repeatedly and knelt down with her two young children.
The two children had skinny cheeks without a trace of flesh, and their faces were filled with ignorance, as they just followed their mother's actions.
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