Chapter 35 Chapter 35 "Okay, let's put it this way, I...
"Okay, let me tell you, these millstone persimmons are big and sweet. Once they're soft, poke a small hole in the top and take a sip. You'll find sweet juice."
“There’s also space inside for seeds, so it’s a little crispier and sweeter, and the texture is really good.”
"Buy some raw, buy some cooked, and you'll be able to eat for several days."
The vendor enthusiastically picked out a bunch of them, and the sacks were almost full.
Lu Jinshu hesitated and said, "Only two or three pounds, much more."
The vendor hung the sack on the scale, the scale bar tilted high, and he chuckled, "What's more? Not much. Just two pounds."
The star on the scale flashed in my eyes. It was not over two pounds at all, but much heavier.
"We grow them at home, so you can eat them at home. But it's not good to get persimmons on your body, as you won't be able to wash them off." The vendor explained again.
Song Mian smiled and nodded, handed him the egg cake she brought, and said with a smile: "That's perfect, you should try my egg cake, it's fragrant and sweet, everyone who has eaten it says it's delicious."
The vendor waved his hands repeatedly: "How can I accept that?"
He could already smell the delicate fragrance of lotus leaves and an indescribable, enchanting sweetness, a bit like sugar...
I haven’t eaten much of the food sold by street vendors, but sugar is very expensive.
"Take it home and let your child try it to satisfy his taste." Song Mian advised.
When the vendor heard this, he thought of his young son at home. It was difficult for him to refuse, so he accepted it with a conflicted look on his face.
Song Mian was carrying a bag of persimmons and was also happy. She said happily, "If you use sacks, it will definitely be expensive. You can weave thin hemp ropes into a fishing net, which will save a lot of money."
Street vendor:!
Is this possible?
If you think about it carefully, it is indeed very feasible. Women and children at home can weave it in their spare time, which can save a lot of money.
For poor families, even a copper coin is precious.
"Thank you so much." The vendor quickly stuffed a few more persimmons into the sack.
Song Mian did not refuse this time.
"Then let's go. I wish you a prosperous business and big profits." She said with a smile.
The small vendor waved his hands repeatedly. He was just selling persimmons. Even if the business was booming, he wouldn't make much money. But it did make him happy to hear that.
Lu Jinshu followed behind Song Mian, carrying persimmons. He weighed them and said with certainty, "It must be around seven or eight kilograms."
This is a truly sincere person who wishes to repay even a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude.
"Many ordinary people are like this. The poorer they are in life, the more they value self-respect and are unwilling to do anything that would make others look down on them."
Song Mian said slowly.
It was the same for her. After her grandmother passed away in her previous life, she was taken in by an orphanage. From then on, she paid special attention to her reputation.
Lu Jinshu also agreed.
"Yes, life is already so difficult. If your reputation is damaged, it would be terrible."
The two chatted leisurely and soon arrived home.
When passing by the front hall, you can hear the sound of children reading aloud in the ear room. The childish voices are very well-behaved and interesting.
"The universe is shaking~"
Song Mian frowned because his pronunciation was a bit unclear.
After Lu Jinshu washed and changed his clothes, he hurried to class with paper and pen. Fortunately, he was old, so even if he missed half a day, he had no difficulty following.
What’s more, he has his own kitchen, which makes things even easier.
Song Mian glanced at his hurriedly departing back and lay down lazily.
There were many books in her study. When she couldn't sleep, she would take out a book and read it.
It was an album that Song Zhun had previously drawn for the enlightenment of Emperor Shunde. It was the "Book of Songs" with very clear annotations.
I also have a defective copy at home.
She looked at it carefully and couldn't help sighing.
The first sword strike after landing is always to kill the person you want.
This ideal person can also be interpreted as someone who has done him a favor or someone who is originally better than him.
Emperor Shunde is really a bad person.
She was resting when she heard the neighing of horses outside.
When she went out and saw that it was indeed him, she greeted him with a smile: "Uncle Zhuyu is here!"
Xie Zhuyu nodded at her, smiling very freely, and raised the big gray rabbit in his hand, grinning and saying, "Look, I just caught it in the back mountain. We'll make spicy rabbit tonight."
Song Mian touched the rabbit and watched it kick its legs. He felt a little worried and said, "I dare not kill it."
She broke through herself by killing the chicken.
Xie Zhuyu smiled and said, "With your Uncle Zhuyu here, how could you let your hands be stained with blood?"
As he said this, he put the rabbit aside, fetched some water, and went to kill the rabbit.
"I heard that your father is still teaching. He really cares about it." Xie Zhuyu sighed.
There is a kind of seriousness that comes from making a living by teaching in the future.
Song Mian thought about it and said seriously: "It's already done, of course I have to be serious about it. I can talk about future things later, but I really have to do it well now."
Xie Zhuyu sighed. As long as Emperor Shunde was alive, there was no possibility for the Song family to rise again.
For the future of the Song family, Emperor Shunde had better die quickly.
Xie Zhuyu's technique is very good.
Killing the rabbit and skinning it was a very quick process.
"I can also tan furs. When Emperor Shunde remembers my family, I will become a hunter."
He smiled smugly.
Song Mian's expression was complicated for a moment: "Then you can buy a set of hunter equipment first. The New Year is coming soon, and it's time to go crazy again."
Xie Zhuyu's smile faded.
Having said that, he still didn't want his guess to be true.
The life or death of his father, or even the survival of the Xie family, was not that important, but if the Xie family died and the neighbors attacked, there would be really nothing they could do.
If the Daliang Dynasty showed any sign of weakness, the Tatars would dare to march south, burning, killing, looting, and tearing Daliang into pieces.
"Forget it, let's not talk about these things that will spoil the fun." Xie Zhuyu said with a smile.
Song Mian hummed softly.
Xie Zhuyu quickly killed the rabbit, cleaned it with flour, and took it to the kitchen to chop it into pieces.
"Is an inch-long one okay?" he asked.
"It will be more flavorful if you cut it into cubes," Song Mian replied.
It’s for home-cooked food, no matter how big or small, as long as it’s edible, it’s fine.
The two of them marinated the rabbit, and after another hour, it would be ready as a dish.
"Thank you, brother?" Wen Lan exclaimed in surprise, and quickly said, "I'll pour you some tea."
"Don't be busy, sister-in-law. Coming here is like going home. If you are like this, I will feel embarrassed." Xie Zhuyu quickly declined.
Song Mian watched the two people greeting each other with a smile, and found it very interesting. Is this how adults greet each other?
Seeing her laugh, Xie Zhuyu asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Song Mian looked up at the sky.
"Aunt, Uncle Zhuyu brought some rabbits and has already pickled them. We'll stew them for dinner in the evening." She deliberately changed the subject.
Song Chi, who had just come out of the study, asked: "Stewed meat?"
He heard this firsthand.
He immediately ran over cheering and said happily, "Wow, that's great, we have meat to eat today."
He really likes his sister's cooking and always eats more.
Song Mian looked at his innocent and bright little face and couldn't help but smile. She leaned over and pinched his little face, saying gently, "This is our Xiao Chi's favorite meat."
Song Chi blushed: "Yeah."
Song Fuxue held a stack of large characters in his hand, sighing as he flipped through them.
"How can it be written like this?" He didn't understand.
Song Mian took a look at it and thought it was quite well written.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" At least it's straight now.
"It's not as good as what Xie Zhuyu wrote." Song Fuxue was extremely dissatisfied.
Xie Zhuyu:?
Song Mian:?
Only intellectuals can insult others.
"It's already very good. They are just young children who have never seen a book or held a pen." Song Mian comforted with a smile.
Xie Zhuyu said with a dark face, "When teachers' level is not good enough, they always like to say that the students are not smart enough."
The two looked at each other and snorted coldly.
"Are you the type who, because the teacher says he is not smart enough, guesses that the teacher's level is not good enough?" Song Fuxue said slowly.
Xie Zhuyu pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "You are just making excuses!"
He is not convinced!
Song Mian whispered, "Just say that there are teachers with poor skills and students who are not smart enough in this world, but - you have them all."
Xie Zhuyu smiled brightly upon hearing this, "What Mianmian said is exactly what I was thinking."
Seeing him giving her a thumbs up, Song Mian chuckled.
Song Fuxue: ...
The things that had been forgotten because of the bickering just now came back to mind. Song Fuxue sighed with melancholy: "I really want to force the issue."
It is really difficult for them to rely on themselves.
Xie Zhuyu scoffed: "Let the kid go. He's only been studying for a few days, but I think his writing is pretty good."
Song Fuxue hummed lightly and did not argue further.
He knew it of course, but he always thought that his students could be better.
But studying is something that cannot be forced.
He knew everything, but he was still worried about them.
"Back then, you were quite obsessed with studying. You wanted to do everything perfectly. You'd open your eyes in the morning and start reading. You'd close your eyes and review them at night. How could an ordinary child be so diligent?"
Xie Zhuyu smiled and comforted him.
Song Fuxue flipped through the stack of large characters in his hand, picked up the pen and wanted to circle the beautiful words, but finally shook his head.
"Forget it, things will get better if you take it slow. Give the child some time to grow." He still circled a lot of them and tried hard to think of words to praise them.
Song Mian looked and found that his father was indeed gentle.
"That's right."
While they were chatting, Wenlan went back to her room, Song Zhuo and Song Chi went back to the study to practice calligraphy. For a moment, only Song Fuxue, Song Zhenge, Xie Zhuyu and Song Mian were left in the yard.
Seeing that the crowd had dwindled, Xie Zhuyu whispered, "I just learned this morning that the current emperor has given the power of approval to Zhou Qi."
These two words "red comment" represent a lot.
Even if the government affairs were handed over to the cabinet, as long as the emperor approved it, there would be no problem.
But if all the imperial edicts were handed over to Zhou Qi, the government would be completely lost.
This is simply a stroke of genius.
"He doesn't trust my grandfather so much, why does he trust the students taught by my grandfather so much?" Song Mian asked casually.
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuyu frowned fiercely.
It seems not easy to coax someone into doing what you say, but Zhou Qi did it.
"He must have his own unique skills." Xie Zhuyu said softly.
He sighed as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Song Fuxue was immediately disappointed. The liquidation of the Song family could be said to be a political struggle. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is nothing much to say.
The Song family has no successor.
But it is unbelievable that the emperor was so foolish as to hand over the imperial edict to someone else.
"Was he so good at pretending before?" Song Fuxue was shocked.
Song Mian touched his chin and said, "I think men are like Ninja Turtles when they don't achieve their goals. They can pretend in any way they want."
The man present: ...
If you want to curse someone, just curse them. Why curse everyone?
Song Fuxue nodded when he heard this. He felt the same way.
“That’s human nature.”
Several people fell silent. With the fall of the dynasty, the common people really had no power to fight back, and their lives would be extremely difficult.
This is the principle that no eggs will remain intact when the nest is overturned.
"Headache." Song Zhenge scratched his head.
Song Mian pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Don't think too much. It's great to be able to live well."
In troubled times, we shouldn't make too many demands.
All the anger Song Fuxue had just felt when looking at the homework disappeared.
"Forget it, they are trying their best." He persuaded himself.
"Okay, don't think about these unhappy things. Let's go stew the rabbit meat first." Song Mian said.
Xie Zhuyu laughed out loud: "OK!"
After saying that, Song Mian got up and went to the kitchen.
Rabbit meat alone is obviously not enough for so many people, so more side dishes should be added.
After thinking about it, he cut a few potatoes into strips and asked Wenlan to help steam them so that they could be fried later.
The rabbit meat had been diced and marinated, ready to be fried. Song Mian looked at the oil and raised his eyes innocently: "How hot is 50% hot?"
"How hot is 70% hot?"
She looked at Xie Zhuyu, and he looked at Wenlan.
None of the three can do it.
"Forget it, that's enough." Song Mian put the rabbit meat in directly and started frying.
"Fried until both sides are golden brown, the kids next door are crying with envy." Song Mian said with a smile.
Xie Zhuyu: ...
Song Mian was nervous because she was not very familiar with the cooking method. She would take the food out and check it while frying it, for fear that it was over-fried.
Fortunately, it looks okay.
Song Mian used a colander to scoop out the rabbit meat, then put the freshly steamed potato strips in and fried them. This way the skin would be crispy, but the inside would be soft and glutinous. Once coated with the spicy rabbit sauce, it would definitely be delicious.
After the potato strips are fried, pour out the oil and leave some base oil.
Then stir-fry the dried chili segments, green onions, ginger, etc. again, and add the rabbit potato strips when you smell the aroma.
"It smells so good!" Song Chi was choked by the chili pepper and his eyes were filled with tears. He looked extremely pitiful.
Song Mian served the rabbit meat. At this time, Wen Lan had also prepared the porridge and fried some small vegetables.
There are many people in my family, and this whole fat rabbit plus the side dishes fills up a large bowl.
"There are almost as many peppers as rabbit meat." Xie Zhuyu sighed.
Among the bright red peppers are golden fried rabbit cubes and potato strips, glistening with oil, occasionally dotted with peppercorns, garlic slices, etc.
Just smelling it, you can smell the spicy and fresh flavor.
"I can't even imagine how delicious it would be as a side dish for wine." Xie Zhuyu was a little greedy. He patted Song Fuxue's shoulder and said, "Where is the wine? I'll go get it."
Song Fuxue pointed to the warehouse.
He immediately stood up and went to get the wine. It was really hard to refuse this.
After the wine was brought, Gao Xiucai picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat."
Xie Zhuyu picked up a piece of rabbit meat and put it in his mouth, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"It's so tender, fresh, spicy and delicious." He couldn't help but praise it.
Song Chi, who was standing by, blew on his lips and couldn't help eating: "This pepper is biting my mouth."
It goes straight to the brain and is very enjoyable.
Song Mian smiled when she heard that, and then she heard Song Zhuo say that it was so delicious that she couldn't stop eating it.
The child's skin is relatively tender, and his mouth was red and a little swollen from the spicy food.
Song Mian: "How about you eat some vegetables?"
Song Zhuo refused.
Junsheng likes to eat meat, but he knows that he has a big appetite. A rabbit didn't say much. After tasting a few pieces, he obediently went to eat the potato chips.
He thought he was settling for second best, but unexpectedly, it was delicious.
The outer skin is crispy and has the spicy and fresh flavor of rabbit cubes, while the inside is soft and sticky with a rich taste.
"It's delicious." He kept praising.
Xie Zhuyu originally wanted to pour some wine and recite two poems with Song Fuxue to make it more elegant.
However, by the time he poured the wine, only half of the rabbit in the pot was left.
He was stunned for a moment, then went down a little further.
I suddenly forgot everything and started eating the food first.
"How come your hands are so fast?" he was surprised.
Then I thought, there are really many people here, if you use one chopstick and I use one chopstick, it will be a small bowl.
There was no room for him to drink leisurely.
A group of people rushed to eat it, and it tasted especially delicious. When they realized that there was not much left, several adults put down their chopsticks at the same time, started drinking, chatting, and waiting for the children to eat.
Song Chi's eyes were filled with tears because of the spicy food. He refused to eat vegetables even when asked to, saying that it was very delicious and he wanted to eat more.
When the last piece of rabbit was placed across the middle of the basin, Song Zhenge's eyes lit up: "Mine."
Xie Zhuyu smiled at him and quickly took it away.
Song Mian: ...
"Don't grab it, it's mine." She intercepted it directly.
However--
Song Fuxue grabbed the food directly, snatched it from her chopsticks, and ate it immediately.
"Wow!" Song Mian screamed in anger.
Gao Xiu said with a headache: "Snatching food from a child? That's crazy!"
Song Mian said seriously, "I remember Mian Mian said that children will have countless opportunities to eat good food in the future, but it's different for us old people. It's like eating less every day, how pitiful."
Gao Xiu black line.
Just for a bite of food, I dare to say anything.
Everyone was laughing and joking, and soon finished eating.
By this time, it was already late.
Xie Zhuyu acted like a spoiled child and lay down in the guest bedroom, insisting that he was drunk.
Wenlan hurriedly brought him bedding and a washbasin, worried that he might not be used to the living here. Song Fuxue held her forehead and said, "Your comfortable sleeper is so good! It's hard to sleep on a straw mat in the countryside."
"I'll get used to it in advance." Xie Zhuyu was not afraid at all.
He felt that he was not far from living in a hut.
*
People should not say discouraging words, and it is very important to avoid prophecies.
Just a few days later, the Imperial Censor Zhou Shengpei wrote a letter to the emperor, saying that Xie Luzhi had bad intentions and had long harbored rebellious thoughts.
Xie Luzhi, who was transferred to Guangdong, was recalled by an imperial edict. After much negotiation, he was allowed to return to his hometown to retire.
then--
When Song Mian opened the door in the morning, she saw a dark-skinned middle-aged strong man squatting at the door. Her expression became sharp and she picked up the hoe hidden behind the door. Just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw Xie Zhuyu leaning against the corner with a tired face.
The morning light is dim and the morning frost is heavy.
When Xie Zhuyu saw her looking at him, he gave her a cynical smile.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but his eyes looked down.
Only then did Song Mian realize that his uncle Xie's eyelashes were long and curled, covered with morning frost, and when they were wet, they looked like he had been crying.
"Uncle Zhuyu, this is..."
Only then did she look at the dark-complexioned burly man.
She had eaten so much that she was big and plump. Her arms were almost as thick as her waist, and you could see the bulging muscles.
A whole iron tower.
"My dad." Xie Zhuyu looked listless.
Song Mian: Oh.
He came back very quickly. It seems that he didn't delay at all on the way and came back at full speed.
"Come into the yard quickly." Song Mian shouted hurriedly: "Dad, Uncle Zhuyu and Grandpa Xie are here."
There was also the shadow of Grandpa Xie in her memory, but it was very faint. After all, he was guarding the border all year round, or he was suppressing Japanese pirates, and he rarely had the opportunity to hang around in Beijing.
When Song Fuxue heard the shouting, he walked out of the room wearing his coat. When he saw that it was Xie Luzhi, he stepped forward and bowed.
"Thank you, uncle." He sighed.
Xie Luzhi smiled and said, "Look, this is good. The person is still alive. I'm going to bankrupt your family!" He said with a smile.
Song Mian listened to him and felt that he was quite open-minded.
Song Fuxue quickly put on her clothes.
Gao Xiu woke up with this noise. When he came out and saw Xie Luzhi, his eyes became red.
"Good boy, they didn't even let you go. Damn it."
The anti-Song movement has already begun. Anyone who has had any connection with Song Zhun will be wiped out, dismissed from office, and have their property confiscated. You can choose any package you want.
Gao Xiu cried so hard.
Xie Luzhi's reaction was indifferent. He smiled and said, "It's okay. The Daliang Dynasty has its own capable people."
After they sat down, Song Mian hurried into the kitchen to help Wenlan cook, while Lu Jinshu went to fetch water so that the father and son could wash up.
She thought to herself, it is true that talented people emerge in every generation, but the Daliang Dynasty has run out of luck, and Song Zhun is the last one.
Xie Zhuyu washed up and changed into Song Fuxue's clothes, while Xie Luzhi changed into Junsheng's clothes.
"This cotton-padded jacket is quite comfortable to wear." Xie Zhuyu looked at it curiously.
Xie Luzhi nodded.
His son in the capital was very extravagant and always wore the best clothes, but he was marching and fighting outside and did not have such good conditions. It was good enough for him to have clothes to wear. He did wear cotton clothes.
"My position was completely demoted, and they said it was a grace, that I wouldn't be held accountable, and that I could go home and retire."
Xie Luzhi sat at the dining table, looking at the food in front of him.
A basket of ten or so soft and slightly yellow steamed buns, a plate of stir-fried pork with dried beans, a plate of pickled cucumber strips, a plate of stir-fried lotus root slices, and stir-fried bean sprouts.
The bowl contained sweet potato porridge, with milky white and yellow core mixed together, scattered in the white rice soup.
"Not bad, it has a very farm-like feel."
Xie Luzhi praised with a smile.
"This should have been done by Mianmian, right?" Song Fuxue asked uncertainly.
Song Mian nodded.
"Try it," he said.
Xie Luzhi obediently picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the stir-fried bean sprouts. He was immediately surprised.
"Mianmian's cooking skills are so good?" The bean sprouts have a unique crispness, without any green smell, and taste very refreshing.
"Try them all." Song Fuxue said with a smile.
Xie Luzhi originally had a sad face, but as he ate, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.
"Whatever, it's just a dismissal from office. What's the big deal?" He waved his hand and said, "Son, bring our luggage. We'll stay in Lijia Village!"
Xie Zhuyu: ...
"This is inappropriate." Although he often came to eat for free, how could he eat and drink other people's food? That would be a bad thing.
Song Fuxue quickly said, "Everything is fine in the guest bedroom, you can stay there."
Seeing that they had packed up, Song Mian went to the town with Lu Jinshu to continue selling his pies. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Xie Luzhi say excitedly, "Are they selling well? I'm going too."
So he followed.
Song Mian naturally had no objection. She smiled and said, "It's selling well. It would be nice if you could go along to relax."
There is nothing to do anyway, and it would be even worse to just sit at home and think about things.
Xie Luzhi wanted to help push the cart, but he was too strong and the cart was difficult for him to push.
He scratched the back of his head and said helplessly, "It's quite difficult."
Because we wanted to entertain him today, we arrived in town a little late. A group of people gathered at the door, wondering why the owner didn't come.
"Mr. Song is here!"
With a shout, everyone looked over.
Xie Luzhi's heart tightened, fearing that the diner would be angry, so he quickly stood in front.
Unexpectedly, he was pulled away by a woman.
"Mr. Song, are you okay?" The woman looked at him back and forth with a look of distress on her face.
Just now everyone was wondering if he was sick or something happened at home. He also said that if he didn't come, they would go to Songjia Village to take a look.
Song Mian was touched and said quickly: "My family is back, so I have to stay a little longer. I'm fine."
Only then did everyone feel relieved.
After seeing Xie Lu, they looked at him for a long time, somewhat unsure of his identity.
Xie Luzhi's rough appearance is different from the delicate bookish air of Song Fuxue and Song Mian. They are obviously two different styles.
Song Mian opened the shop door, and Lu Jinshu went in to wipe the chopping board. The already clean paint surface was wiped clean again until it was spotless.
After she went to the chopping board and started kneading the dough, he wiped the rest of the area again. The clean water looked very safe.
It was Xie Luzhi’s first time here, and he walked around a few times at a loss, not knowing what to do.
When the pies and vermicelli boxes were baked and the aroma wafted out, he felt hungry again.
At breakfast, he didn't dare eat anything.
He was afraid that they would accidentally finish all the food on the table and leave the Song family with an empty table.
Now when I smell the fragrance, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable.
When he helped pass the pies, he had to hold back because he wanted to eat too, and his expression was very serious.
Song Mian thought that as a general, it was normal for him to be serious, and he never thought that he wanted to eat.
But out of politeness, she still smiled and said, "Try the taste of our own food. If any diners ask, I can help you."
Xie Luzhi hated beating around the bush the most, so when he was told to eat, he ate without hesitation.
"Oh my God." He was stunned.
To be honest, he himself is not sensitive to food. After all, as long as he has something to eat while marching and fighting, it is enough. If he is too picky, it will only hurt himself.
But he could taste that it was really delicious, better than any cake he had ever eaten.
He tasted them one by one and instantly understood why these small pies were so popular with customers.
This is so delicious, who can resist?
He even began to wonder if he had any good-looking sons of similar age who could be suitable for Mianmian's marriage proposal.
However--
The old are old, and the young are young.
None of them are useful.
He could only put the idea aside with regret.
The pies are delicious, the vermicelli boxes are delicious, and the steamed buns are delicious too.
How come Mianmian is so good at cooking?
"If it's not enough, just eat more. In our family, everyone eats according to their appetite. Besides, you were full the first time, so I knew how much to cook the second time." Song Mian said seriously.
She often drinks spiritual spring water, so her five senses are quite sharp. She just heard Xie Luzhi's stomach rumbling.
It was obvious from the moment I heard it that the breakfast portion was not enough to fill him up.
Xie Luzhi met her clear and bright eyes and smiled heartily: "Okay~"
It's time to show her what a big eater is.
Xie Luzhi ate a batch of pies, a batch of vermicelli boxes, and a basket of steamed buns.
"Wow, thank you Grandpa for your big appetite!" Song Mian gave a thumbs up.
In fact, Junsheng has a big appetite, but compared with Xie Luyi, it is nothing.
The problem is that after eating, his belly doesn’t bulge out.
The woman watching: ...
"You man are a little hard to take care of." Just doing his job is tiring enough, and it's probably enough to make someone have an emergency.
Xie Luzhi smiled innocently: "Yes, I'm a little hard to feed. I eat a lot, but I'm also very strong. I can carry three sacks of goods at a time!"
When the woman said this, her face was full of envy: "The wages must be high, right? My man is very strong and can carry a sack. He only makes fifteen copper coins a day!"
The price in town was generally only twelve copper coins, but he worked diligently, and the foreman thought he was honest and was willing to pay him.
"Earn a lot, eat a lot, it's all the same, just fooling your mouth." Xie Luzhi said with a smile.
Song Mian saw him laughing and scolding without any emotion at all.
I sighed in my heart, he is worthy of being a general, his psychological quality is first-class.
"This egg cake is so sweet!" Xie Luzhi's eyes lit up as he ate it.
The diners laughed at him for being ignorant.
"Last month, Master Song made a lot of stuffings, including all the common stuffings. That was what we call the Chinese New Year. What we have now is nothing."
"Come to think of it, when are we going to do it again?"
"Winter is coming soon. I really don't want to leave."
"That's right. Once it snows, they won't come to sell their goods. It makes me miss them so much."
Xie Luzhi raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and had a new understanding of their popularity.
Song Mian was used to hearing this and didn't respond. Instead, she worked hard on making her own pie. No matter what, as long as the spiritual spring water was still there, her business would not be interrupted.
Normally, all the fillings can be sold out in just one morning.
"Grandpa Xie, is there anything you want to buy?" Although she asked, she had already led the man to the cloth shop next door to tear some cloth and make a few sets of clothes.
There are also toiletries to buy.
Xie Luzhi didn't refuse and just bought the most expensive one.
Although he was dismissed from his post, his property was not confiscated, and his family assets were still there. The money was enough for his entire family to spend for a lifetime.
"When I get back, I'll build a yard next to yours, modeled after your house. I think the layout is good and it will be comfortable to live in." Xie Luzhi also bought one for Xie Zhuyu.
Song Mian took a careful inventory and was relieved to see that everything was almost ready.
When she walked to Chaoqian Street, she saw someone selling soybean meal and bought some for her calf.
I thought of going home to feed it and raise it strong so it can work next year.
As soon as they got home, they saw Xie Zhuyu playing with the calf.
Xie Luzhi felt a little embarrassed.
He is so old, but still so childish. I don’t know what to say.
As soon as the calf saw its owner coming back, it came over happily, mooing beside Song Mian and looking in the direction of Xie Zhuyu from time to time.
Although I couldn't understand what the cows were saying, I always felt that the curses were very dirty.
Song Mian touched its head soothingly, took soybean meal from the cart and fed it to it, and quietly added a drop of spiritual spring water.
"Moo~" Hello, master. That two-legged beast is very bad.
Song Mian couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"What a good little calf." She praised.
Song Fuxue looked over and nodded. "You bought this calf. It was so sick the past two days that it could barely get up. I was worried I wouldn't be able to keep it alive. But it's looking quite energetic and seems to have gained some weight."
"Moo~" The calf rubbed against its owner.
Song Mian touched its head again and went back to her room to wash up. She couldn't stand the smell of oil smoke on her body, as if she had been pickled.
As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Xie Luzhi felt a little bored again. He walked around the courtyard to look at the layout and had an idea in his mind. After Song Fuxue finished class, he told him.
"Build a small courtyard for us next to your house. We'll live together with you in the future, so at least we can keep you company." Xie Luzhi said seriously after thinking for a while.
Song Fuxue was a little surprised.
"No chance of recovery?"
If there is a war in the court, it is difficult to refuse to respond to the call.
Xie Luzhi's eyes were filled with bitterness, and he sighed when he heard this: "The court situation has become the same as the previous dynasty. The treacherous and corrupt officials are in power, stirring up chaos. Even if I were to respond to the call, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to survive under the power struggle, let alone win a battle."
In fact, this was the situation in the court before Song Zhun became the Prime Minister.
In order to gain power, the cabinet was willing to let thousands of soldiers die. The Tatars even approached the capital, but they didn't care and only wanted to hold on to power.
It was only when Song Zhun was the Prime Minister that the court was clear for a while.
As soon as he left, Emperor Shunde revealed his true nature and amassed a fortune to build palaces, collect beauties, and seek immortals.
He did everything he shouldn't have done.
Song Fuxue and he looked at each other in silence.
"Forget it, then I'll go find the headman and ask him to help divide the land and build a yard." He first went back to the house to fill a basket of egg cakes, and then took Xie Luzhi to the headman's house.
“He was also the one who found the person who built the yard.”
"Song Zhiwen?"
Xie Luzhi didn't know him. He followed behind Song Fuxue like a silent iron tower, and his figure was particularly reliable.
The people in Songjia Village kept staring at him, wondering who it was.
Such heroic status is rare.
When they arrived at the headman's house, he was sweeping the floor. When he saw them coming, he quickly put down the broom, washed his hands, and came over to bow.
"Mr. Song, this is..." He doesn't look like an ordinary citizen.
Song Fuxue explained with a smile: "This is our old friend, the Xie family. Now they are in trouble and want to settle down in our Songjia Village."
He lifted the linen covering on the small basket and showed the village head the egg cake inside. He smiled and said, "Give some snacks to the children."
The village head quickly declined, saying with a smile that it was not necessary, but he honestly took it and handed it to the child next to him.
Song Fuxue felt his heart soften when he saw the child, who was not even as tall as his legs, eating obediently with his little mouth puffing up.
Children are always cute.
"The construction team that built our house last time is thinking of building it again."
"I'm afraid it's a little late. It feels like it's going to freeze soon."
Song Zhiwen shook his head. It would not be good if it snowed after the construction started.
"It's okay, let's settle the matter first. Money is not a problem. I'll give you double the amount. If you work as fast as you can, we should be in time." Xie Luzhi waved his hand.
Song Zhiwen:?
Double?
That would cost dozens of taels of silver.
Song Fuxue thought about it and said with a smile: "Why don't you squeeze in first? The four rooms in the front are enough for you and your father to live in."
They are few in number.
Xie Luzhi shook his head and replied seriously, "That makes sense."
Although the plaque on the door of Xie Mansion was removed, the mansion was still his family, and his wife and children could still live there. It was just that he didn't want to go to the capital to get involved in the muddy water, so he lived outside.
In the eyes of others, I am probably as pitiful as a stray dog caught in the rain.
But this is exactly the effect he wants, so that no one will dislike them and cause trouble again.
The more miserable he appears now, the better. He doesn't care about anything. He just wants his family to be well and to live in peace. That's good enough.
"Then it just so happens that I help Mian Mian sell pies."
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