Chapter 126 Tasting the New Lard
On her way home, Song Chunxue felt completely relaxed.
Now that she's vented her anger, she'll never again feel so humiliated and upset by the Chen family's little tricks.
Having suffered too much humiliation in her past life, she now understands that revenge in the present is far more satisfying than revenge ten years in the making.
Who can see the humiliation I've endured over the past ten years?
Anger lingers in the heart, making it difficult to find peace. If revenge is possible, it should be taken on the spot to avoid affecting one's lifespan.
During this period, although fortune and misfortune were intertwined, wealth was indeed attracted.
She didn't take the money from her second brother, Song Zhizhu, but he gave Sanwa a silver pendant that he always wore.
A strong mother makes a close maternal uncle. She didn't understand this principle before, but now she understands it deeply.
Thinking of Lord Xie Zheng's smiling face as he said he received silver notes from his family yesterday and thanked her for the lucky charm, Song Chunxue cherished the few remaining charms even more.
The mother and son each received one, and they gave one away, leaving them with five.
She must keep them safe, as her fortune in the next few years depends on those few talismans.
Thinking about it this way, she felt much more relaxed.
My steps were much lighter as I walked home.
The eldest and fourth brothers ran ahead, lifted the curtain of the thatched cottage, and saw Chen Feng sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed) breastfeeding the baby. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mother, Chen Feng is here." The fourth son turned and went into the courtyard. "Did Li Dazui leave?"
“He must have seen Chen Feng come back and gone home to make lunch.” Sanwa said as he walked to the cellar. “I’ll fetch the water, you go add the straw.”
"Okay." The fourth brother didn't object either, since adding grass was much easier than administering an IV drip.
However, when he arrived at the sheepfold and donkey pen with his basket on his back, he found that the hay troughs were full.
"Li Dazui is quite helpful; he added all the grass, probably because of that piece of meat." The fourth brother carried the grass back. "I'm going to cut alfalfa."
Sanwa advised him, "It's so sunny, why don't you cut the leaves when you're herding sheep this afternoon? Take a break."
If it weren't for the fact that he had to study in the afternoon and was too tired to fall asleep easily, he would have liked to go cut alfalfa with his fourth brother.
I don't know why, but lately he's really keen to work with Lao Si.
"That's fine then. The water in the sheep pen is full, but the donkey pen is short a bucket. I'll go water the donkey." With that, the fourth brother picked up the bucket and left.
Sanwa stood on the cellar platform, drawing water while watching Lao Si's back, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
The eldest brother carried a wooden bucket out of the thatched kiln and placed it beside the kiln platform.
Sanwa glanced at it twice and poured the water that had just been hoisted up into it.
Now that we've at least shared hardships, what harm is there in giving him a bucket of water?
"When is your next day off?" the eldest brother asked to himself. "I'm thinking of moving and setting up the kitchen on that day, and having the baby's one-month celebration together. You'll have to come and help me then."
Sanwa paused for a moment, then slowly turned around.
“Okay, the next day off is nine days from now, September 26th.” Sanwa asked casually, “Have you finished digging your water cellar? Have you applied the mud yet? Make sure it’s thickly covered, otherwise it will be a big problem if the water cellar breaks.”
"I've been wrapping it these past few days. The red clay is very strong. I wrapped it two inches thick, that should be enough." With that, the eldest brother carried a bucket to the thatched hut.
Sanwa stood on the cellar platform, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, the sun warming his body.
A gentle breeze blows, and I feel completely comfortable.
He closed his eyes slightly, looking at the golden mountains and the deep blue sky above, his mind clear.
very nice.
He smiled, thinking that everything seemed to be changing, changing in a more comfortable direction.
Mother changed, eldest brother changed, Chen Feng changed, fourth brother changed, and he himself changed as well.
He covered the cellar with the stone lid, nimbly jumped down from the platform, and carrying two buckets of clear water, hurried to the kitchen.
*
Two days later, Li Jingyi brought the newly appointed village head, Wang Defu, to collect the grain.
They were collecting the grain from the top of the mountain downhill, and the Cheng brothers carried out several bags of grain while cursing and swearing.
In the past, because of Cheng Yuan, they paid much less grain than other families. Now, Wang Defu even imitates Cheng Yuan's old behavior, kicking the grain bin twice after it is full.
The Cheng brothers pretended to beat up Wang Defu and threatened to complain to Lord Xie. Li Jingyi and Wang Defu, two smiling Buddhas, exchanged a smile.
"Go ahead and sue us, we'll wait here."
Wang Defu squatted on the threshold of Cheng's fifth son's house, and said with a half-smile, "Do you know how arrogant your second brother Cheng Yuan was when he was collecting grain? Not only did he eat and drink well, but he would also kick people two or three times while laughing. He would kick anyone else's house seven or eight times. He has been very kind to us."
"Hehe, if you dare to curse me again, I'll stay here today and kick you until I can't kick you anymore."
Cheng Laowu became obedient, and Cheng Laoliu was so angry that his face turned ashen, but he dared not say anything more.
Wang Defu stood up, kicked the grain hopper twice, pointed inside, and said expressionlessly, "Add more."
"I..."
"Hmm?" Wang Defu watched him kick twice more. "Hurry up and lick it, don't just stand there."
What goes around comes around, and this time the Cheng brothers could only grit their teeth and reluctantly add more.
Finally, watching them leave with their officials, Cheng Laowu spat twice.
"A dog relying on its master's power!"
Wang Defu turned around and smiled, "I heard you. I'm just a dog relying on its master's power. If you're so capable, why don't you let Cheng Yuan come out and rely on his master's power?"
"In a few days, we'll be going door-to-door collecting labor. You can curse all you want, but I'll get my revenge. Don't worry."
Cheng Laowu was so angry that he took off his shoes and threw them at him.
Wang Defu waved at him, "Missed it."
After descending from the Cheng family's residence, you'll reach the Jiang family's residence.
Song Chunxue and Lao Si had already prepared the food and were waiting in the threshing ground outside the courtyard gate.
The eldest brother was also standing at the entrance of the thatched kiln, carrying two bags of wheat.
Li Jingyi and Wang Defu walked ahead, smiling when they saw Song Chunxue.
"Song Chunxue, I have to thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to become the head of the village." With that, Wang Defu walked straight up to Song Chunxue and said with a big smile, "If your family hadn't rejected the position of head of the village, it wouldn't have been my turn."
Song Chunxue smiled slightly, "My family members are all slow learners, not cut out to be officials. You are steady and reliable, which is what you deserve."
In fact, Song Chunxue understood that the reason it was the Wang family's turn was because Wang Defu's cousin also worked in the county and held a fairly high official position.
People like them, without any powerful backers, should just stick to farming honestly, otherwise they might get tricked by someone without even knowing it.
Li Jingyi glanced at their grain bags. "Hmm, they're cleaner than the Cheng family's. Pour them in."
Just as Song Chunxue was about to help the fourth brother carry the grain sacks, the eldest brother walked over.
"Mom, let me do it." With that, the eldest son bent down and grabbed the hem of the bag. "Here, pour it out."
Song Chunxue was somewhat surprised, but did not stop it.
"Don't pour it out too slowly, this new grain container can't hold that much," Li Jingyi said with a smile. "This is what your mother returned after she was hit on the head, don't fill it up again."
Song Chunxue smiled too; she understood that Li Jingyi was not satisfied with what happened last time.
Wang Defu, who was watching from the side, knew that Li Jingyi had given Song Chunxue two taels of silver last time.
He smiled and looked at Song Chunxue, "By the way, we collected the grain from this estate at noon. Can we come to your house for lunch?"
"We heard you slaughtered a pig. We're not greedy, but we'd like to try some of your new lard. Is that alright?"
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