Chapter 267 My Own Choice of Birthday
Mei Yang stormed in, slamming the door shut, her teeth clenched and her expression one of utter exasperation.
Song Chunxue turned her head abruptly, and her head felt a little dizzy.
“Brother Mei, you’re here,” Yao Man said with a smile, pointing to the seat next to her. “Since you’re here, sit down and have a drink.”
Mei Yang didn't want to sit down at all. He asked Yao Man with a stern face, "You can go find male prostitutes yourself, why lead others astray?"
Yao Man laughed, "Brother Mei, aren't you being a bit too nosy?"
Song Chunxue nodded.
But she knew that it was her fault for breaking her promise and not going to the field to find him.
Even if he were to hire a male prostitute, what would that have to do with him?
"I'm sorry, I was wrong today. I misspoke. I'll give you the money now."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue began to reach for her purse at her waist.
Mei Yang slammed his fist on the table in anger, glaring at Song Chunxue through gritted teeth.
"You really would rather find a male prostitute than me?"
Song Chunxue's reaction was slightly slow, "That makes sense."
She patted her chest with a smile, "But I won't look for it. I have no other desires besides money, and that includes you."
As she spoke, she raised a glass of wine. "Didn't you say before that you wanted to... to become sworn brothers? Come on, let's do it today."
"You're a very loyal person. Becoming sworn brothers with you would be a good idea, at least more loyal than that Niu Xiuhua."
Yao Man slapped the table and laughed, "Brother Mei, it seems that Sister Song is truly without ulterior motives."
"Hiccup~"
Song Chunxue let out a burp, raised her glass with both hands, slightly drunk, and looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Brother Mei, I have no romantic feelings for you. I've heard a lot about you, so I'll raise a glass to you and wish you find your destined one and a happy life together."
After saying that, Song Chunxue tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass.
Mei Yang clenched his fists in anger, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Yao Man was somewhat sobered up by this situation.
Clang!
Mei Yang turned around and kicked the door. The wooden door creaked and swayed, looking rather pitiful.
Song Chunxue stood up. "Oh, I haven't taken the money yet."
Yao Man laughed loudly, then shook her head helplessly.
"Sister Song, I see Brother Mei is heartbroken. In the end, he was wronged."
"However, the idea of becoming sworn brothers is quite clever. It shows your attitude and also makes him so angry that he doesn't want to bother you anymore. Impressive, very impressive."
The liquor was quite strong, and Song Chunxue drank another cup before collapsing onto the table and losing consciousness.
*
When Song Chunxue woke up, she found herself lying in the north room.
The sun was setting in the west, and the shadow of the setting sun had already reached the roof of the east room.
She was momentarily dazed, then sat up, her consciousness gradually returning.
It was the fourth brother who helped her back. They chatted and laughed all the way, and she even seemed to have sung a couple of lines with her pinky finger raised...
Tsk, turns out she can't handle alcohol.
I should drink less in the future.
Sanwa is coming back soon, so she needs to hurry up and cook.
The fourth brother was building a vegetable garden and a flower garden on the high wall of the fort when he heard the noise and poked his head out with a water ladle.
"Mom's awake. If you feel dizzy, I'll make the meal. I've already prepared the dough."
Song Chunxue rubbed her temples, realizing she must have drunk too much.
"The fourth brother actually offered to cook for himself?"
The fourth brother hummed in agreement.
Is it edible?
The fourth brother snorted, "You'll know when you try it. It's not like you haven't eaten it before."
Song Chunxue didn't remember, but as long as she could cook it well, it would be fine.
Her head was heavier than her body, so she went back to her room and continued to lie down.
"By the way, when you go to the fields tomorrow, I'll have Meiyang find someone to plow the land for us. You can give the money to that person."
The fourth son leaned over the wall and whispered, "Aunt Yao said that Mei Yang overheard you talking badly about each other, and Mother is afraid to go?"
"Yes, Mother needs to avoid suspicion. You are also a man in the family, so you should handle these matters from now on. You should also pay for the medicinal seeds. Don't take advantage of them; it's better to give them more."
The fourth brother nodded with a grin, "I understand, I understand."
"What do you know about chili peppers?"
Just then, Sanwa returned, and the two puppies happily pounced on him.
"Oh dear, our eldest son is back. I should go cook." The fourth son put down the wooden ladle. "The cabbages that Mother planted have already sprouted, and so have the scallions. They've all sprouted after the rain."
Song Chunxue was overjoyed and climbed up the steps, saying, "Let me see."
"Mother, let's see tomorrow. It would be terrible if you fell. You've been drinking, so behave yourself. Have Sanwa light a fire and make you some tea. You still need to learn to read later, so don't be lazy."
Song Chunxue picked up a stick and stood guard by the steps. "You brat, you dare to lecture me? Did you study as hard as I did when you were learning to read?"
The fourth brother chuckled twice, then jumped down the steps from a height of two meters and landed straight in the yard.
"Ouch, I got a cramp," the fourth brother said, rubbing his foot and quickly standing up. He then stuck out his tongue and made a face. "Hehehe, you can't hit me, old man."
"Give it to me..."
"Mother's been drinking?" Sanwa asked curiously. "Is someone else leaving?"
Song Chunxue was stunned. Why did Sanwa say that?
Seeing his mother's puzzled expression, Sanwa realized he had spoken out of turn and touched the bridge of his nose.
"I have a day off tomorrow. Is Mother still going to the fields? Should I go with her?"
Having drunk some alcohol, her mind was a bit blank. Song Chunxue squatted on the steps to the side and said, "I'm not going. You go with Lao Si."
It's February now, and by the time I calculate, it should be her birthday.
In fact, Song Chunxue doesn't remember her birth date. No one remembers the day she was born, not even her second brother's parents.
Therefore, Song Chunxue chose a birthday for herself, which was the sixth day of the second lunar month.
She thought this day was wonderful.
"Sanwa, what day of the month is it today?"
As soon as Sanwa climbed to the top of the wall, he picked up a shovel and leveled the yellow soil on the other side.
"The seventh day of the month."
"What?" Song Chunxue exclaimed in surprise, "It's already the seventh day? So fast!"
Sanwa suddenly realized something, "Is the sixth day of the lunar month Mother's birthday?"
"Hmm, I forgot." Song Chunxue said with some regret, "Oh well, I've only forgotten a few times."
Sanwa put down the shovel. "It's only the seventh day of the lunar new year, there's still time. I'll go sharpen my knife and kill a chicken. We still have two roosters at home. I'll kill one tonight to celebrate Mother's birthday."
He was somewhat annoyed; he, who spent every day counting down the days to his studies, hadn't even remembered his mother's birthday.
The fourth brother came out of the kitchen.
"Oh? Yesterday was Mother's birthday?" He was a little embarrassed. "I didn't even know. The dough I made..."
"Why don't we just stretch them into long strips and boil them in the chicken soup later?" Song Chunxue said, getting up. "Sanwa, go get the knife and bowl. Lao Si, go boil the water. I'll kill the chicken. You're studying, so don't kill anything."
Sanwa hurriedly ran to the kitchen, "Okay, I'm coming right now."
The fourth brother turned around to boil water and whispered to the third child, "You don't remember either?"
“I know, but I didn’t notice yesterday.” Sanwa picked up the kitchen knife and sharpened it on the blue bricks on the counter. “First, burn some to scald the chicken feathers, then burn some to cook the meat. We need to be quick.”
The fourth brother had no rebuttal and felt a mix of emotions.
He doesn't even seem to know his mother's birthday.
An hour later, by candlelight in the kitchen, each of them had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and a steaming pot of chicken sat in the center of the table.
The room was filled with the aroma of meat, and the Jiang family mother and her two sons were engrossed in their meal.
"Mom, would you like the two of us to have a drink with you?"
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