Chapter 357 Such a thing actually happened
The room was very clean and bright.
The bedding and blankets on the kang (heated brick bed) all looked quite new, the floor was paved with blue bricks, and the table was also newly bought, with a smooth surface made of some kind of blue ash.
Also, as soon as Song Chunxue entered the room, she smelled a faint fragrance; her third sister has good taste.
Song Chunmei felt a little embarrassed after hearing what Song Chunlian said.
"It cost quite a bit, but not enough to run out. We're being careful with our spending this year, and everything in this house was bought last year."
"Why not spend it if it's not going to be a waste? Sooner or later, that damn dog Zhao Qian will just take it out to drink, so I might as well spend it myself. I'll feel more at ease then."
Song Chunmei got up and took an iron stove from the round table.
"Look at my new tea stove. It's great for brewing tea. It's not hot to the touch at all, and it doesn't easily let the charcoal ash fall out. I bought it at the market for thirty coins, and I feel it was a great deal."
Song Chunxue nodded with satisfaction, "Third Sister has finally come to her senses and knows that money spent on herself is truly hers."
As she spoke, she glanced outside. Zhao Qian was standing in the yard stirring chicken feed, while Zhao Baotian squatted in front of the steps, the father and son listening intently to their conversation.
Song Chunmei roared, "What are you standing there for? Stirring and stirring? Do you expect to find gold in the chicken feed?"
She yelled and cursed, "And you, Zhao Baotian, if you don't hurry up and go to the fields to pull weeds and hoe the crops, you two will have meat to eat at noon today. Just you wait."
"You two don't work properly. You're like father and son, you don't move unless you're urged or scolded. Even the pigs in the pigsty are more useful than the two of you!"
As soon as Song Chunmei opened her mouth, the father and son suddenly walked out of the yard as if thorns had grown under their feet, without daring to say a word.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh, "Third Sister is something else now, that shout made my head buzz."
Song Chunlian couldn't help but laugh out loud, "That's hilarious! Third Sister, are you using all the tricks they used on you before back on them?"
“I don’t remember you having such a loud voice before. You startled me.” Song Chunlian patted her chest, laughing through her tears. “If my second brother hadn’t been busy at home, he would definitely have praised you for being so powerful today.”
Song Chunmei said embarrassedly, "You two, stop teasing me. It's all thanks to the Taoist priest and Lao Wu that I can live like a human being."
Alai sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), picked up a back scratcher from the side of the kang, and unconsciously patted his palms.
"Ah Lai, if you're bored, go outside for a walk. Our conversation might lead you astray." Song Chunxue gave him a handful of candy. "Go ahead."
"Thank you, Fifth Aunt." A-Lai happily stepped out the door. "I'll be back for dinner."
Ah Lai loves playing with children, especially those under five or six years old, who are innocent and won't bully him.
He's holding candy today; the children will surely love him.
"Where did you get the candy?" Song Chunlian asked curiously. "Are you really treating our Alai like a child?"
“What’s wrong with a child? I especially like A-Lai, and my senior brother likes him too. He said it would be nice to have A-Lai as a son, but it would be even better if he were a disciple.”
"Hmph, he's dreaming. It's good enough that my own son is his apprentice, let alone his son..." Song Chunlian glanced at her, "I think it would be good enough if your third child were his son."
"Fourth Sister, you..."
"What?! The Taoist priest came with Lao Wu?" Song Chunmei's eyes lit up. "You two..."
"Third sister, I'm here today to invite you to my house for Sanwa's wedding. Sanwa is getting married on July 18th. You must come and help with the cooking beforehand."
Song Chunxue knew that her third sister only had that one thing on her mind, so she quickly interrupted her, "Oh right, I also came to give you some money today."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out two silver ingots from her bosom. "Here, use them sparingly."
Song Chunmei's eyes widened as she took the money with both hands, holding it in her palms and gently weighing it in her hand. "Ten taels?"
“That’s right, ten taels, enough for you to spend and enough for your son to get married. Although Baotian didn’t treat you well before, he is still your son, and he needs to find a wife to live with. You should find him a wife first.” Song Chunlian sighed, “My Alai used to think about getting married, but now when he hears about getting married, he turns around and leaves.”
"Why?" Song Chunxue and Song Chunmei asked at the same time.
He said that it is best for those who cultivate themselves not to get married, otherwise their minds will be burdened and it will be difficult to achieve the Great Way.
Song Chunxue gave a thumbs up, "Alai is smart."
Song Chunlian looked disappointed. "But sometimes I still hope that he can get married and have a child to continue the family line. Even if he only has a daughter, I will have something to look forward to. I can take care of his child."
Song Chunmei scoffed, "You're just making yourself suffer because you think you're living too easy and carefree. Look at me and Lao Wu, neither of us dares to say we have any hope of having a child?"
"A son will shorten one's life by ten years, and a daughter will eventually marry into another family. My Cui Cui is so sensible and helps me with chores, but when she reaches marriageable age, she can only get married. If she doesn't get married, those busybodies in the village will point fingers and gossip."
"I wish Baotian were like Alai. Alai isn't stupid at all; he's exceptionally talented. What ordinary girl could be good enough for him?"
“In my opinion, Alai is free from all attachments and obstacles. In the future, he will cultivate the Great Dao and, like the Daoist Master, attain profound Daoist skills to save all sentient beings. In his next life, he will not have to reincarnate like us and will not have to be a beast of burden.”
Song Chunmei waved her hand, "I'm worried that I'll be a pig in my next life, eating food and excrement in a stinky pigsty. If I'm a male, I'll be cut off early and then completely cut off ten months later. How pitiful."
One sentence left the sisters both amused and exasperated.
"Why are you talking about this? Come on, let's go check out my vegetable garden and kill a chicken while we're at it."
The three sisters took a walk around, looked at the poultry and livestock raised by Song Chunmei, and went to her vegetable garden to pick scallions to eat.
Song Chunmei was very efficient at killing chickens; she put them in the pot to cook in less than half an hour.
The three sisters sat in the kitchen, chatting about this and that, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, filled with endless emotions.
As the youngest, Song Chunxue was always told by her two older sisters, "Let me do it," no matter what she wanted to do.
This feeling was extremely pleasing to her.
In front of her older sister, she was the little sister who needed to be taken care of.
At noon, just as the chicken and chicken blood noodles were served, Zhao Qian and his son Zhao Baotian returned.
They washed their hands, said nothing, and stared at the chicken on the table.
“Want to eat? Your meat is in the kitchen. If you want noodles, go to the kitchen and cook them yourself,” Song Chunmei said irritably. “My two younger sisters came, and you didn’t even ask them. It’s like you were mute. It’s really embarrassing.”
"You're such a pain, you're not keeping up with the demand. Go eat in the kitchen."
Zhao Qian walked away with his head down and without saying a word. Zhao Baotian finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Mom, my father is the head of the family. Why are you yelling at us like you're yelling at animals? Can't you just say something nice?"
Song Chunxue looked at her third sister and said, "The child is right. We are family after all. Let him vent his anger and express the grievances he suffered back then. It's better to live peacefully from now on."
Song Chunmei put down her chopsticks. "Do you think I don't want to? But that damn Zhao Qian has no conscience. A few days ago, he got up in the middle of the night and choked me. How can I tolerate him?"
"What?" Song Chunxue looked at her fourth sister in surprise. Such a thing was actually happening!
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