Chapter 1193 Should We Have a Fox Spirit?
Changyun and Changfeng sneaked up to Song Chunxue's door.
Tu Dan'er and Han Mo followed behind.
Even a fool could figure out what they were worried about.
She put her hands on her hips and said irritably, "What are you looking at? I'm fine. I won't make a scene over a man."
"Oh, so we just came to ask if you want to go catch something?"
"What are you grabbing?"
“I heard there are still some troublemakers causing trouble nearby. Should we teach them a lesson and then go to the desert to take a look? It will take about five or six days round trip. We want to go with Master.” Changyun smiled shyly, fiddling with his fingers. “With Master by our side, we feel more at ease.”
"Then I won't go. It's so hot now. I'll stay here to escape the heat and protect Jiang Yexun." Han Mo lay lazily on a chair to the side.
"Didn't you just boast to your father that you would impress him?"
Han Mo looked up, remained silent for a moment, and reluctantly spread his hands, "Then I have to go with you?"
“It’s okay if you don’t want to go, don’t force yourself.” Tu Dan’er laughed at him, “After all, you’re our senior.”
Han Mo leaned back, saying weakly, "Couldn't it have been a couple of days later?"
"Sure, which day would you like?" Changfeng looked at Song Chunxue and smiled sweetly. "Master, do you still want to eat the food your daughter-in-law makes?"
At this mention, Song Chunxue swallowed.
"You reminded me, I can smell the aroma of chives with hot oil. The cold noodles should be ready soon, I'll have a bowl first." With that, Song Chunxue took the lead and walked out of the house.
"Master, don't worry, we've come to talk to you."
"Come on, let's go to the kitchen and talk. I'll cut some jelly for you." There was no other way. In Song Chunxue's mind, summer without jelly was like New Year without meat.
"Come on, come on, I want to eat too, two bowls." Changyun swallowed. "Cold noodles make you hungry quickly, they're like water, no wonder Master loves them."
Han Mo lay there without moving. "What's so good about it? It's all so bland."
"Isn't it supposed to have salt, chili, and sour soup?"
Han Mo shook his head slightly, "I love eating meat."
"Then go eat there." Tu Dan'er asked, puzzled. "Isn't the roast chicken here to your liking?"
"I have no appetite. Do you know what snakes like best this season?"
"What?" Tu Dan'er suddenly realized something and pointed at him, asking, "To carry on the family line?"
"..." Han Mo rolled his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes, which bore a resemblance to those of Daoist Han, showing a hint of helplessness.
Tu Dan'er laughed unkindly, "You look nothing like your father. Am I wrong? Your Xia Tian isn't..."
“Go away, I am also a cultivator. My aunts are very strict and I don’t associate with female snakes everywhere.”
Do you have children?
"I don't know, but there probably is." Han Mo stood up. "To be honest, I'm quite jealous that my dad left with Xie Zheng."
"If you insist on sticking with your father, it's not like it's impossible."
Han Mo straightened his sleeves. "I don't want him to get annoyed."
“Come on, let me cut some meat for you,” Tu Dan’er said proudly. “Following my master, I get to eat meat. I’ve spent all my money, but a few days ago, my master gave me several hundred taels of silver. It’s a lot, enough for me to live on for several years.”
Day three.
Sanwa and Mulan went in and out, packing their belongings.
"That's enough, Mulan, take a break and go watch the baby. We can't eat that much." Song Chunxue was dizzy watching Mu Lai go back and forth, tying up one basket and bundle after another.
"Mother loves to eat jiaotuan (a type of porridge), so I'll pack you some lentil flour. I brought two bags this year, and there's still some left." As she spoke, Mulan had her maid bring over two baskets filled with freshly dug potatoes.
Song Chunxue, holding her two granddaughters' hands, took out the snacks she had bought outside that morning and gave them to them. "Your mother is so busy, I haven't bought anything for the three of you. Have some fruit, I don't know what it's called."
"Grandma, where are you going? Can you take me with you?"
"Yes, I want to go too. I'll be good and won't cry."
Song Chunxue rubbed their heads and asked, "Will you sleep with me tonight and miss your mother?"
The two women looked at each other but didn't say anything.
Clearly, girls are more clingy and inseparable from their mothers.
"See? You two still don't want to come with me. When I come back next time, I'll take you back to my hometown to visit. You can stay in the county for a couple of years and keep me company, okay?"
Sanwa walked over, carrying several heavy, strung-together porcelain bottles in his hands.
"Is Mother really planning to go back to Zhuanglang County for two years?"
"I don't know, I was just making things up." She kept looking around as she walked. "You want to go back too?"
"Yes, I will resign once I finish my duties here."
Song Chunxue looked at him and asked, "Have you thought it through? Are you willing to give it up?"
"Yes, I've thought it through. I'm a coward. I can't outmaneuver those cunning people up there, and I don't want to go against their wishes. My children are growing up, and I want to go back to support their education."
Song Chunxue nodded, "That's right, being an official is too unreliable. If you go back, you can help your brother-in-law lighten his burden and manage the medicinal herbs over there. Our family's medicinal herb fields and shops always need someone to take care of them."
"Well, there's also the shop in Jincheng. I haven't decided yet where I should stay."
"That would naturally be Zhuanglang County. With land and crops, there's hope," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "Are you too embarrassed to occupy that fortress?"
"Not exactly." With that, Sanwa lowered his head and smiled.
“It was originally yours. We lived closest to that place back then, and you got married there, so it will be yours from now on. Anyway, you have many children, and that yard is spacious and safe.”
"Mother, are you willing to do this?"
“What’s there to be reluctant about? You’re my son.”
"Then, Lord Xie, you're willing to part with him?" Sanwa said, his eyes reddening. "If you're sad or homesick, you can come and have a drink and chat with us. Anyway, you can come and go as you please now, and you can easily come back from anywhere."
“I know Mother is practicing spirituality, letting go, and taking everything lightly, but we will always be Mother’s family.” Sanwa tried to make her think more about this place. “I heard that Auntie San is not well. Her legs hurt so much that she can’t get out of bed. You can go and see her when you have time.”
How could Song Chunxue not see what her own son was thinking?
She smiled and pinched her granddaughter's little feet to make her laugh.
"Don't worry, I'm cultivating Taoism, not becoming a monk."
"But that's not what you said back then. You always said you wouldn't need us to take care of you in your old age, that you'd be out there..."
"Stop," Song Chunxue said, her words sounding somewhat awkward now. She admitted that she had spoken out of spite back then. "It was said ten years ago. I don't think that way anymore."
Sanwa said in a low voice, "You were so indifferent even when Lord Xie left, I'm afraid I, as his son, will be even more indifferent..."
"Smack!"
Song Chunxue pointed at him, "We'll talk about it later."
Sanwa darted out, "Ouch, that hurts! I'll pack some flour, rock sugar, and red dates for Mom. You can make some sesame seeds if you have time."
"What's a 'ma zi'?" Han Mo leaned closer. "By the way, can you help me kill someone? He stole my woman back then."
"..."
"I admit, he's a very capable male vixen. Maybe you'll like him."
"Um?"
"Don't worry, this will just change your mood," Han Mo said casually. "After all, among us, only you can use your beauty to seduce him. If you can win him over, your mindset will be different."
"..." Song Chunxue laughed in exasperation, "You really dare to think that way."
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