Chapter 21 made clothes for her
"Mother, I heard you hit the child from the neighboring village?"
When Sanwa got home that evening, he asked Song Chunxue as soon as he entered the door, "I heard his parents scolding you on the mountain. Did you really hit him?"
"So what if they hit her? It was five or six of them beating up one girl, and that girl is your future wife."
The second son choked, "What?"
"The wife you've chosen for Sanwa, is she Xia Ying's niece?"
Song Chunxue looked at the second son, "You know her?"
“I saw her shoveling grass for the sheep by the woods on the mountain last year. She’s still so young, why are you in such a hurry?”
“What do you know?” Song Chunxue looked at Sanwa. “You have to treat her well in the future. She’s going to be your wife. Don’t let her be bullied.”
Sanwa's ears turned red, and he ate silently with his head down, without uttering a sound.
"You're talking, can't you hear me?" Song Chunxue kicked him. "She has double eyelids, big eyes, and fair skin. She's good-looking. Don't look down on her."
“What girl around here would marry you looking like that? They all think I raised you all by myself and that I would mistreat your wife.”
Sanwa swallowed the cornbread flakes in his mouth; the flakes were so coarse they were a bit rough on his throat.
“If an adult like you hits someone else’s child, I’m worried that the child will come after you.”
"It's good to settle accounts. Xia Mulan's aunt and uncle are not cowards. Let's see if they still dare to talk nonsense. Are you and the boss made of dough? I don't believe that a group of us can't beat a few scoundrels who are crooked from the top."
The second and third brothers exchanged a glance, then looked at Song Chunxue in astonishment.
Is this still their mother?
She used to be impatient, short-tempered, and spoke bluntly, but she couldn't explain herself clearly.
Now, she can articulate profound truths in just a few words.
Moreover, although the insults are harsh, the reasoning behind them is sound, and they are quite pleasing to the ear.
"What are you looking at? Eat your food properly." Song Chunxue sneered. "You call yourself a man? You're not even as good as that young girl. I'm really worried that you're not as courageous as her."
“Although I, Song Chunxue, am a woman, I have raised you all by myself and have never been afraid of anything.”
"If you encounter someone who bullies you in the future, beat them half to death while they're asleep in the middle of the night, so they'll be afraid of you, understand?"
The second and third brothers nodded silently.
"Second brother, do you understand? Speak louder."
Speaking of this, she thought of what her second son would encounter in the future, "But you can't drink and cause trouble. You'll be a soldier, and even a general, so you can't lose your temper. It will ruin your future."
"Okay, okay, Mom, let's eat." It was all baseless speculation, and the second son felt his mother was becoming increasingly strange.
After dinner, when the second son was washing the dishes, he discovered that the ladle for scooping water was missing.
He couldn't find it anywhere, so he ran out of the yard and went to check inside the thatched kiln.
Sure enough, the ladle was in the wooden bucket in the thatched kiln.
When the second son returned, he said to Song Chunxue, "Mother, the gourd was taken away by the eldest brother."
If it were the old Song Chunxue, she would have thought to just let the eldest brother have his way and let him take it; she would buy another one next time she went to the market.
But now, she's not going to indulge her.
Otherwise, he'll take everything from the house little by little.
"I'll go ask for it."
Song Chunxue bent down and walked out of the kitchen, heading straight to the entrance of the thatched kiln.
The eldest son stood up. "Mother, I need to use the water ladle."
Song Chunxue stepped across the threshold, took the item out of the wooden bucket, and said, "Go buy it yourself!"
She didn't say another word, and turned to leave.
The eldest son chased after her, calling out, "Mother!"
Without turning her head, Song Chunxue walked into the courtyard and closed the gate.
"Bang!"
A son who has been separated from his family is like water spilled; she will no longer indulge him.
Soon, she heard Chen Feng cursing.
Upon closer listening, it sounded like they were cursing her for being an old hag.
Song Chunxue was furious and opened the courtyard gate to go outside.
Jiang Yeming, standing at the entrance of the thatched kiln, was stunned for a moment, staring blankly as his mother walked aggressively toward him.
"Smack!"
The next moment, he received a slap on the face, which stung.
Song Chunxue pointed at his nose and cursed, "Someone like you, I've spoiled you for twenty years, and now people are calling your mother an old hag, are you happy about that?"
A fire was burning in her chest, and Song Chunxue, still not satisfied, raised her hand and slapped him again.
"Smack!"
Song Chunxue looked at Chen Feng through the door frame, staring at her coldly.
“Jiang Yeming, I’m not trying to insult you, but raising a dog would be worse than raising a dog. At least a dog knows to bark at people when they’re cursing their mothers.”
"Just wait, if we let someone as ill-mannered as you become the mother of our child, your son will start calling you an old hag in the future."
After saying that, Song Chunxue turned and left.
Jiang Yeming stood frozen in place, staring blankly as his mother slammed the door shut with a deafening roar.
Is this...is this still his mother?
She actually said he was worse than a dog?
Jiang Yeming couldn't describe his feelings; his previously numb heart felt as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out.
It didn't hurt much, but I felt incredibly empty for a moment.
That was his mother who used to love him the most. In the past twenty years, he had never been scolded by his mother like that.
He was somewhat dazed. Did his mother hate him that much now?
Has he really disappointed his mother?
It's just a water ladle.
He touched his empty chest and told himself, "It's just a water ladle..."
*
Thinking that Xia Mulan's clothes were too short and old, Song Chunxue took out the newly bought fabric from the box, cut out two feet, and sewed her a warm vest.
It's much faster than sewing a vest; it can be done in one night.
The weather is still cool, and Mulan is dressed so lightly; she'll catch a cold.
Remembering how she had once forgiven her and turned her over to clean her body, she took out two feet of blue cloth from the trunk.
It's all for finding a wife for Sanwa and making her a new dress.
Although the child would definitely hate her, she was very anxious, fearing that someone else would be more generous and give Xia Ying something good, making Mulan consider someone else.
Song Chunxue felt that if he was going to find a wife, he should try to please Xia Mulan herself.
With that in mind, she got up earlier and went to bed later that night, and spent two days sewing the clothes.
The mountains over Xia Ying's side are bare, and Xia Mulan would come to this village to weed the livestock.
Song Chunxue was hoeing her own land for a while when she saw Xia Mulan carrying a large basket on her back, shoveling weeds around the woods on the other side of the mountain.
She quickly packed her things and moved to a spot closer to Xia Mulan to weed.
However, Xia Mulan seemed to have seen through her intentions, and picked up her basket to run away.
"Hey, wait a minute." Song Chunxue called out to her, "Why are you running? Your aunt won't let you associate with me?"
Xia Mulan glanced at her, then looked down at her torn cloth shoes with her big toe sticking out.
His pants had several patches on them, and the back of his buttocks was covered with patches on top of patches, clearly showing that his family didn't care for him much.
Xia Mulan has two older brothers. Her father dotes on her a little more, but her mother values her sons more.
Song Chunxue took something out of the basket and handed it over, saying, "My third son really likes you. He saw you from afar the other day and asked me to make you a new outfit."
“He was too shy to give it to you, so he asked me to give it to you.” She said casually, using the identity of Sanwa, “He said it doesn’t matter if we don’t get married in the future, he just hopes you are dressed warmly.”
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