Chapter 297 I didn't
Yao Man was clearly disappointed.
"Sister Song, I recently met a reliable caravan. They're short of men and camels and need a lot of money. I was thinking if the two of us teamed up, and then Lao Si could lead the caravan in the future..."
Song Chunxue didn't hear what was said after that. She picked up her teacup, took two sips of tea, and had only one thought in her mind.
It's no use. I can only lend you ten taels of silver at most, no more.
Yao Man's boat, she will not take it again.
Song Chunxue is a farmer; don't expect her to give advice on business matters.
She was willing to lend money because of the fact that Yao Man had sent people and carriages to help her move.
Although Yao Man has a powerful backer—her childhood sweetheart—she is also at the mercy of him, making her life truly difficult.
"Sister Song, are you even listening to me?"
Song Chunxue snapped out of her reverie. "Yes, I'm listening. How much do you want to borrow?"
Yao Man's mouth was dry from talking. She took a sip of tea and leaned forward, saying, "Fifty taels."
so much?
“I don’t have much money on hand. I’ve spent almost all of it in the last two years. I can only borrow ten taels at most.”
Yao Man grasped her wrist. "Can't you really lend me more?"
Song Chunxue suddenly remembered that the Taoist priest seemed to have warned her that morning to be careful of losing money today.
So it seems that this might be referring to Yao Man contacting her.
“I’m just a woman who farms and runs a clinic. Where would I get so much money to lend you? Even if I sold my farm, I still couldn’t get it.”
As she spoke, she stood up and said, "I have to go on a long trip tomorrow. It's getting late, and I need to pack my things when I get back. Actually, I don't even have ten taels of silver. I'm going to see my daughter."
Yao Man didn't believe it.
Where are you going?
Song Chunxue casually replied, "To Liangzhou."
"Taoist priest, why don't you go with me? You and he are still innocent?" Yao Man said with a half-smile, her arms crossed over her chest. "I don't know how you could resist such a good man."
"..." There was no point in arguing, so Song Chunxue stopped refuting and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, are you passing through Jincheng? Could you give him something for me?"
At this moment, Song Chunxue realized that Yao Man truly didn't treat her like an outsider.
They definitely didn't consider them one of their own.
She stopped and turned to look at Yao Man, her expression indifferent.
"It's not on my way. Besides, I don't want to see your childhood sweetheart. Yao Man, even though I'm a farmer, you can look down on me, but you can't let me see it."
She bluntly stated, "You don't need to swallow your pride and say those insincere things to me, only to reveal your true feelings halfway through."
"I'm not good with words, but I have sharp eyes. Nothing can escape my notice. If you still don't think highly of me, then don't associate with me. I don't lack friends."
Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "My senior brother said that the fewer friends you have, the better your life is. I'm doing just fine now."
After saying that, she stepped out the door without looking back.
"Smack!"
After taking a few steps, Song Chunxue heard the sound of a cup falling to the ground behind her.
She wasn't angry; she just felt that Yao Man was emotionally unstable and thinking too simply.
She could tell from Yao Man's face that she had been having a rough time lately.
"A hidden dragon should not be used." Although Yao Man's current situation is not too bad, she is plagued by many troubles.
She desperately wanted help, but she didn't realize that she had to overcome the pitfalls she had dug herself.
When a person can't see themselves clearly, even if they ask for help, they will still complain that the person who helped them didn't do anything useful.
Only when Yao Man sees things clearly in the future can she rise to prominence.
Song Chunxue bought some lean meat, went home and made pig's blood pancakes, which she then rolled up with vegetables and ate.
At the dinner table, seeing her senior brother's face, Song Chunxue was really curious about how he had been drugged and almost taken advantage of back then.
Since Sanwa was still around, she refrained from asking.
"Mom, I'll go wash the pot and boil some water. You two can eat slowly."
Even as Song Chunxue was frequently observing the Taoist priest's expression, Sanwa knew that his mother had something to say.
He walked halfway and then turned back.
"Oh, by the way, you're going on a long trip, and I happen to have something to give you."
As he spoke, Sanwa turned and went to the east room, and when he came out, he was holding a dark piece of wood in his hand.
Upon seeing the wood, the Taoist priest immediately slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "What a treasure! Where did you get this?"
Sanwa handed the wood to the Taoist priest, saying, "I bought it from my classmate; he secretly sawed it off the jujube tree."
Song Chunxue was taken aback, "Lightning-struck wood?"
"That's right. We talked about it before. Real lightning-struck wood is the kind of jujube tree that was struck by lightning but survived. I bought a piece for one tael of silver. My classmate thought I got ripped off and gave me a thinner piece. I don't know if it's usable."
The Taoist priest was overjoyed, "Sell me the rest of their property, wherever they live, for whatever price you ask."
Sanwa scratched his head, surprised that the Taoist priest liked it so much.
"Taoist priest, do you really want to buy it?"
“That’s right. To prevent others from getting there first, I want to see it for myself. Take me there now.” The Taoist priest was overjoyed and ran to his house to carry a cloth bag. “Lightning-struck wood is a rare find, let’s go quickly.”
Sanwa couldn't help but look at Song Chunxue.
"Take the Taoist priest with you, and give me one when you come back. I want one too."
The Taoist priest responded loudly from outside the door, "Don't worry, you'll get your share."
Half an hour later, the Taoist priest and Sanwa returned.
As dusk fell and the streetlights came on, the lanterns in the courtyard were just lit.
They each carried several dark jujube wood pieces in their arms and carefully placed them on the kitchen counter.
"So many, how much did it cost?" Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest. "With this, will we be free from the fear of ghosts and spirits when we go out?"
"It's hard to say, there are always unexpected things in life. It cost ten taels of silver in total, so I'll carve you a wooden sword tonight."
Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist priest walked out again.
"I'll go to the temple to get my tools."
Before Song Chunxue could speak, she saw two dogs squeeze through the crack in the door and run out with the Taoist priest.
Sanwa laughed, "It's rare to see the Taoist priest so impatient."
He also ran into the house, carrying a cloth bag in his hand.
"Mother, these are little trinkets I prepared for my sister's child. Would you like to take a couple?"
Song Chunxue looked at the small wooden puppet, slingshot, and round, pretty pebbles in the cloth bag, all of which Sanwa had never had before.
She couldn't help but look at the third child, "This is something you like, right? Keep it for yourself, or wait for your sister's child to come and play together."
The third child lowered his head, his cheeks flushed.
"I just thought it was fun and pretty, so I bought it on the way. I'm almost twenty years old and I don't like playing with these things anymore."
If it was just a guess before, hearing Sanwa say this now, Song Chunxue is even more certain that Sanwa collected all of this bit by bit.
“What’s wrong with being twenty? I’m eighty… I’m almost forty, and I still like pretty flower ropes.” Song Chunxue pushed the things to him. “I estimate that Hongying will come back with the children with us in a few days. You can play with them then.”
Sanwa lowered his head and put away his cloth bag.
“Then Mother, be careful on the road. Even though the Taoist priest is with you, you can’t let your guard down. You must come back as soon as possible.” He turned his head to look elsewhere, his expression unnatural. “Come back and prepare my marriage.”
"Oh?" Song Chunxue teased, "So eager to marry Mulan, are you missing her, or are you lovesick?"
"Mom!" Sanwa jumped up instantly, grabbed his things and ran into the house. "I didn't!"
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