Chapter 41 Chapter 41 The autumn wind is bleak. Song Fu...
The autumn wind is bleak.
The corners of Song Fuxue's lips turned down, but the smile in her eyes was about to overflow.
He straightened his clothes and repeated proudly, "Really?"
Song Mian nodded affirmatively.
The man, who is over thirty years old, is tall and thin, and has a sense of nobility.
He has a good personality and treats her and Song Zhuo no differently.
When teaching, they would chase and hit the children with a ruler.
Song Mian stretched and fetched some water to wash up. She never expected that her father had such a curious side.
I'm actually thinking about one thing, and I'm still thinking about it now.
She shook her head and laughed, and after washing up, she sat on the porch to watch the fallen leaves.
The yellow and orange colors unique to autumn make the world extremely beautiful. Just smelling the air makes you feel refreshed.
"Since ancient times, people have felt sad and lonely when autumn comes. I say that autumn is better than spring." Song Mian sighed with a smile.
Song Zhen Ge heard this as he passed by and chuckled, "You said earlier that you liked spring the most."
Song Mian smiled shyly: "Is there any problem with singing folk songs on the mountain?"
Song Zhen Ge quickly replied, "A single crane soars above the clear sky, bringing poetic sentiment to the azure heavens. Truly a beautiful artistic conception."
What opinion could he have?
I can only obey.
As he was speaking, Wenlan came over with a somewhat conflicted look on her face. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Your marriage was delayed earlier. What's the situation now?"
She is the only one in the family who can think of taking care of this.
Wenlan was also a little conflicted. His original marriage was naturally excellent, and he was matched with a first-class noble lady. But now, his family had been completely destitute, and he had no official position and no future.
When it comes to marriage, it is obviously more difficult.
"For a family like ours, we can just find an ordinary and honest woman." Song Zhenge was a little confused and didn't know what she meant by asking.
Wen Lan immediately said, "It's not that simple for two people to live together. If you want to live a good life, you still have to talk to each other. What kind of girl do you like?"
What she was thinking was that Song Zhenge was a bit of a ruffian, so there needed to be someone strong enough to control him.
I am also afraid that someone with such a temper will come into the house, and I will have to take care of this and that, causing chaos and making the whole family restless.
She was very worried.
I might as well come over and ask Song Zhenge what he thinks.
"Well, honest, hardworking, and sincere, that's better than anything else." Song Zhenge's eyes were clear as he asked, "If I don't want a woman like that to live with, what kind do I want?"
Wenlan was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "That's not what I meant. You can't just think about your feelings. A girl has to live a life after she comes into the house."
Song Zhen Ge really didn't understand.
"Then it's up to you." He spread his hands.
Wenlan came to ask questions, but ended up getting more questions. She left with a heavy heart.
Then he went to discuss it with Zhao Jufang.
"Look at my brother-in-law. He's a handsome man with good education. But his family is poor now and his original marriage is off. Now I want to find him a new one. Look, do you have any good girls?" Wenlan asked.
Zhao Jufang searched around in her mind again and again, and finally shook her head.
"Really not."
The girls around me are all native villagers who can't read a single word. If you talk to her about feeding pigs, she can also talk to you about feeding chickens.
But if you talk to her about poetry and songs, she may not understand.
I always feel that it doesn't get along with Song Zhenge.
"Don't worry, wait a little longer." Zhao Jufang could only comfort her.
Wenlan: ...
After returning home, she told Song Mian, "I'm hoping a girl will suddenly fall into our yard."
Song Mian laughed out loud, thinking she was so funny.
"It's okay, Third Uncle is still young." She hurried to comfort him.
Wen Lan pinched her brows with a headache: "She's not young anymore. It will take a year or two to find someone to look after her. There are also the procedures for the wedding ceremony. It will take at least three to five years. How dare I delay any longer..."
Song Mian stopped talking too.
She didn't understand this either, so Wenlan had to do it.
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Song Mian went to feed Tangdou first. When it heard her voice, it came over and mooed, then used its head to push her towards the cowshed.
She gave it something to eat and secretly added a drop of spiritual spring water.
The calf is raised to be very beautiful, with smooth and shiny fur.
The calf saw the pear that Lu Jinshu had just peeled for her and opened its mouth to eat it.
Song Mian patted its head and said with a smile, "You little calf, why are you so greedy?"
It even wants to snatch food from people now, stretching its mouth to taste everything. It eats up the food it likes, and spits out the food it doesn't like.
Tangdou likes to eat pears.
Sweet and juicy.
It can eat a whole pear.
The pear in Song Mian's hand was peeled by Lu Jinshu with great effort, so he naturally would not give it to the pear, and went to get it a new pear.
Jelly Bean: "Moo~~"
Delicious and sweet.
Just by listening to his screams, you can tell that he really likes it.
Song Mian played with the calf for a while, then let it play by itself at the door while she read a book in the yard.
While it’s still light outside, you can still watch for a while. If you delay any longer, it will get dark and it will hurt your eyes.
As soon as she picked up the book, she saw Song Fuxue and Song Zhenge playing chess beside the pomegranate tree in the yard.
Song Mian came over to take a look.
She also likes Go very much. In her spare time, playing a few games of Go is a very relaxing thing.
Of course, you can also watch chess.
Song Fuxue and Song Zhenge have different personalities and play chess in a similar way. The older brother is more steady, while the younger brother is more outgoing and bold.
Song Fuxue is good at defense and offense.
However, Song Zhen Ge did not care about temporary gains and losses and replaced defense with offense.
The two people play chess in different ways, which is quite interesting.
As it got dark, Wenlan got up and went to the kitchen to cook, which disturbed the three people.
"Oh, it's so late?" Song Mian was surprised.
Song Fuxue stood up, stretched his muscles, and said with a smile: "When playing chess, I am constantly thinking and I really don't notice the passage of time."
The three of them stretched their bodies and drank some tea before Song Mian went into the kitchen to help Wenlan cook.
It is also difficult to feed the whole family.
Fortunately, there is a coal stove, so I don’t have to bother with making fire. However, I still have to pay attention to washing and cutting vegetables.
"Why don't we ask Grandma Wang to come and cook? She used to cook the pig-killing dish, and it tasted delicious." Song Mian suggested.
It seems feasible as soon as I say it.
All the housework fell on Wenlan alone, which was too complicated and tiring.
As for making money, she also makes a lot of money by making egg cakes.
The rest of the cleaning, washing and sewing takes a lot of effort.
Song Mian thought that since they already had a tacit understanding, it was just the right time to invite him over now.
Wenlan was indeed tired, but she didn't refuse. She just smiled and said, "This is really good."
Song Mian smiled and nodded. The two of them discussed and decided to pay him according to the wages of a farmhand, three hundred coins a month, and to prepare three meals a day for the family.
I need to hire someone to do the housework, but I haven’t decided who to hire yet.
Wait until next spring, and then we can hire someone.
We have to stay at home during the winter, so there is a lot of people and no need to hire anyone.
And it’s not comfortable to have too many strangers at home.
Song Mian thought about it carefully and finally felt relieved.
"Seasonal vegetables are becoming increasingly scarce, and when winter arrives, there will be even fewer edible vegetables." Wenlan smiled and said, "I listened to your Grandma Zhao and bought a lot of dried vegetables. I'll soak them in hot water when the time comes. They won't taste as good as fresh ones, but at least they'll be there."
"That's good." Song Mian smiled and said gently, "It's good to have something to eat. I'm not picky."
It’s not modern times, and various greenhouse technologies are very mature, so you can have whatever you want to eat.
Wenlan picked up the beans and said with a smile, "Look, these dried beans will be delicious when we braise pork ribs or goose in winter."
She is also learning to cook now.
At first, the two of them looked at each other in front of the earthen stove, neither of them knowing what to do. Now things are much better, and they dare to cook home-cooked meals.
When Song Mian heard about stewed goose, he immediately felt greedy.
"I'll buy a big goose tomorrow and we'll stew it, shall we?" she said with a smile.
Wenlan nodded: "Eat if you want!"
Although the family has fallen on hard times, now that several of us are able to earn money, we still have enough money to eat meat, so it's not a problem.
Song Mian nodded.
The two men agreed that after selling the pies the next day, they would go to Chaoqian Street to buy a goose.
She didn't know how to choose a goose, so she asked the store owner to help her.
"Do you like fat or thin food?"
"I like to eat tender meat, neither too fat nor too thin."
Song Mian stated her requirements. Some meats were so tough that her cheeks would feel sore after eating a few pieces. She didn't like them.
"Then this one." The vendor hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Do you want a big one or a small one?"
"It's big and has a lot of people." Song Mian replied.
The vendor quickly picked out a big goose that met her requirements and handed it to her with a smile.
“Is it like killing a chicken?” she asked.
The vendor nodded.
Song Mian watched the vendor weigh the goose, tie it up, and put it on her cart.
After returning home, I just lit a fire to boil water, killed the goose and plucked its feathers, and it was done quickly. Stewing the goose was even simpler. Just like stewing chicken, I put potatoes and dried beans in the pot, and put a layer of cornmeal cake on it. It tasted great too.
With Xie Luzhi around, chopping the goose became his job.
He held a bone-cutting knife in his hand and solved the problem with just a few strokes of the knife.
Song Mian took over.
Such a big dish is suitable for her to make.
Song Mian knew that the secret to her delicious cooking was the spiritual spring water. Without this golden finger, her cooking skills would be just so-so, and no matter how delicious her food was, it would have its limits.
But with the spiritual spring water, this upper limit will be infinitely raised.
Who wouldn’t feel confused after eating this?
Song Mian could smell the aroma of the stewed goose without opening the wooden lid. Just the smell made his mouth salivate.
It smells so good.
Little did she know that her neighbor next door was moved to tears by the delicious stew.
Especially Sun Erya, she was pregnant and her five senses were the most acute. She soon smelled the aroma of stewed goose, which made her so greedy that she was raring to go.
"It smells so good! I can smell the scent of the goose. Does she have a layer of flower rolls sitting on it? I can smell the aroma of steamed buns."
"Wow, I want to eat." She was so anxious that she was running around in circles.
Zhao Jufang: ...
"I'll make it for you!" She immediately rolled up her sleeves and went to grab the chicken, then offered a compromise and said with a smile, "Then you can smell the aroma from her house, which will make it easier to eat."
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