With the Lunar New Year approaching, Song Ning also wanted to take a few more days off during the holiday.
After working overtime for a while, we finally delivered half a month's worth of braised food to the restaurant ahead of schedule.
They will be able to get some rest now.
After finishing the last day of work before the New Year, Song Ning called everyone into the house to prepare to distribute their wages.
"We agreed before that each person would receive two taels of silver per month, but everyone has been working hard lately, finishing a month's worth of work in just half a month. So we'll calculate it as two months' wages, five taels of silver per person." The remaining one tael of silver will be considered overtime pay.
Everyone is happy. With the New Year just around the corner, who wouldn't buy some New Year's goods?
Song Ning distributed the money and then took out the things she had prepared in advance as New Year's gifts for them.
Each person received five jin of pork, half a basket of eggs, and some vegetables and fruits.
At this time of year, meat is nothing special, and its price has even dropped as the Lunar New Year approaches. But these fresh, green leafy vegetables look truly festive.
Song Ning also put two taels of silver in each New Year's gift as a benefit for her employees.
The group picked up the bags, glanced at each other, and wondered if they had taken a bit too much.
“Take these things home and look at them later. You all work for me, so I can’t treat you all unfairly. This is our first New Year in Tianxiang County, so let’s all have a good time.”
Liu Yuelan smiled and said, "You should all take them. This is a small token of Er Ya's appreciation."
Grandma Liu watched in stunned silence.
So many great things, just given away like that?
Song Ning has never been the kind of person who would be stingy in this regard.
Since you're working for her, she won't treat you unfairly; she'll give you enough so that your employees will work hard for you.
Anyway, she's guaranteed to make a profit.
With less than half a month to go before the Chinese New Year, Song Dahai drove his group to Jiangning County to buy New Year's goods.
Song Ning had already prepared most of the New Year's goods for the Song family. After getting out of the car, she went elsewhere.
The weather is cold, and many people are sick, so the clinic is quite busy. Dr. Tang hasn't had time to go back lately.
Song Ning carried the things and walked towards Yong'an Hall.
This time, they went through the back door. Before they even reached the entrance, they saw Tang Xinghuai talking to a middle-aged man at the alleyway next door.
Song Ning didn't disturb them and quietly went in through the back door.
After waiting for a while, Tang Xinghuai returned.
Tang Xinghuai's icy expression melted the moment he saw Song Ning, and he asked with a smile, "Er Ya, what brings you here today?"
Song Ning smiled and said, "Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? Since you're not going back home, I brought some things to see you."
Tang Xinghuai said he no longer has a home. His family died when he was very young. Later, he met an old doctor who adopted him. Now the old doctor has also died, and he is practicing medicine alone.
Song Ning originally wanted him to spend the Chinese New Year at her home, but Tang Xinghuai refused.
"The clinic will stay open during the Lunar New Year, so I have to stay and take care of the patients."
Before Song Ning could say anything more, Tang Xinghuai changed the subject: "Alright, let me take your pulse first."
Song Ning said helplessly, "I'm not sick, there's no need to take my pulse."
"It's better to take a look. Your body was too weak before, and it's not something that can be recovered in just a few days."
Tang Xinghuai smiled and took her hand, placing his fingers on her wrist.
After a moment, he frowned slightly; Song Ning's pulse was indeed strange.
The pulse was steady, and the complexion was rosy, so there seemed to be no problem, but the body was indeed severely depleted, yet the cause could not be found.
Have you felt unwell anywhere lately?
Song Ning shook her head: "No, everything is normal."
Tang Xinghuai prescribed some blood-tonifying pills and handed them to her: "Take these pills home and take two a day. Come back after the New Year."
"I haven't finished the medicine you gave me last time."
Tang Xinghuai didn't say it explicitly, but smiled and patted her head: "These medicines are all for replenishing qi and blood, they won't make you sick."
Every time Tang Xinghuai returned to Tianxiang County, he would give him all sorts of instructions.
At first, they only reminded her parents, but now they've reminded several other families who are on good terms with her family as well.
Now all of them know she's unwell, and they're acting like she has some serious illness.
"knew."
Tang Xinghuai is starting to look more and more like her father.
Song Ning left some spring water for Tang Xinghuai, then suddenly remembered the person outside and asked, "By the way, when I came in just now I saw you talking to someone outside. Who was it?"
Tang Xinghuai was taken aback, but quickly covered it up: "Oh, it's the person who came to me for treatment before. His elderly mother is sick, and he asked me to get some medicine."
Song Ning nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The two mule carts returned to Tianxiang County, and the people carried their belongings home.
Although there were hundreds of them, the county town still seemed deserted during the Spring Festival, especially at night when it was pitch black outside.
To create a festive atmosphere for the New Year, Song Ning bought a lot of candles and colored paper.
I used to think that there was nothing to light up in this era except oil lamps, but I didn't expect candles to be so common, though they are also in high demand.
She went home and sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), making lamp bowls with her mother and grandmother.
Song Ning had seen this before when she traveled. Some families in the village would make paper lanterns for the New Year, light candles inside, and place them on the wall. They looked very pretty.
Liu Yuelan smiled and sighed, "We didn't even get to use these porcelain bowls ourselves, but we've already given them to the candles."
Grandma Liu smiled and said, "It's alright, we can wash these dishes after the New Year."
Song Ning placed the pasted lamp bowls on the windowsill outside and in the yard, thinking they would look beautiful when lit at night.
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