Chapter 25 Making Jelly for the Third Child
After preparing lunch, Song Chunxue brought the food to the north room.
When they called Sanwa to come eat, Sanwa called out from the west room, "Mother, you eat first."
Song Chunxue was curious about what was wrong with him, so she ran to his room and was frightened by Sanwa's appearance.
"Did the boss hit you?"
She rolled up her sleeves in anger and headed to the kitchen. "He's always bullying you. Looks like he's never learned his lesson!"
"Mother, don't go, or he'll beat me again." Sanwa said with his back to her, his voice thick with a nasal tone. "You'd better not give me anything good anymore. Wait until I'm married."
Song Chunxue suddenly stopped, her heart churning violently.
She instantly realized that the eldest brother knew about the money she had given to Sanwa.
She spoiled the eldest child, which dragged down the third child.
She wanted to make the eldest son understand that before he was given the land, he should keep a low profile!
She stormed into the kitchen, saw the blackened fire poker on the floor, picked it up, and went to the thatched kiln.
"My mother hid the dried yellow mustard greens very well, and I couldn't find them. I was lucky to have any bitter greens to eat."
It was Chen Feng's voice.
"Hmph, Mother is really getting senile, she's becoming more and more biased towards the third son. When he dies, won't he still have to rely on me..."
Song Chunxue lifted the curtain and went inside, then picked up a fire poker and started hitting him.
The eldest couple, feeling guilty, shut their mouths.
She gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, then slapped his arm hard.
The eldest brother jumped up to dodge, but the broken bowl in front of him fell to the ground, and the freshly made white noodles spilled out.
He had given his good bowl to his mother, so he had to use the broken one to eat.
"Mom, watch out! This is white flour rice. How can we eat it if it falls on the ground?"
"Shut up!"
Chen Feng was frightened and stood aside, clutching her stomach.
Song Chunxue, not satisfied with just hitting him with the fire poker, picked up a rolling pin and started hitting him with it.
The rolling pin was heavy and hard, and Jiang Yeming hid behind the water vat in pain.
"Mother, stop hitting her, stop hitting her."
Song Chunxue didn't say anything, but chased after him and beat him hard.
With nowhere to hide, Jiang Yeming jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed) in his shoes and quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy.
"Mom, please stop hitting him. I didn't mean to hit Sanwa. It's because you spoiled him and he talked back to me that I hit him."
Song Chunxue narrowed her eyes slightly, "Even the dogs in our village know that it's you, Jiang Yeming, who's been spoiled rotten."
"So tell me, how did he argue back?"
"..." The eldest brother couldn't explain it, but he couldn't very well say that he didn't want the third brother to be rich.
"Jiang Yeming, you beat Sanwa black and blue today. From now on, you won't get a single piece of the good land in the family."
"How could you do this? The eldest son is your child too..."
Chen Feng was about to retort, but was so frightened by the rolling pin that Song Chunxue held out in front of her that she shut her mouth.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
Song Chunxue looked coldly at Jiang Yeming, "From now on, if you dare to target Sanwa behind his back, I'd rather burn down everything in this house than give it to you, let alone the land."
Jiang Yeming clenched his fists, staring fiercely at Song Chunxue.
"How can you be so biased towards Sanwa? If you gave me more land, I would treat you better in the future..."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'll be grateful to your ancestors eight generations back if you don't push me into the ditch and bury me. Don't forget, the tuition fees for the three of you were all earned by Sanwa herding sheep. Don't let your ancestors down."
Song Chunxue realized that she could no longer expect him to learn his lesson.
Thinking this, she chased after him and hit him a few more times before she felt relieved.
*
After being beaten up, Jiang Yeming and Chen Feng'an separated for two days.
Song Chunxue ignored him and didn't speak to him when she saw him outside the courtyard.
Just like when the boss saw her, he didn't even spare her a glance.
Just pretend you don't have this son anymore.
She would no longer cry and whine to him like she did in her past life, nor would she cook delicious food to please him after being ignored.
However, Song Chunxue did not expect to become famous in the manor.
Because Chen Feng was crying and telling everyone that Song Chunxue had kicked them out of their home and didn't want to give them any land.
Everyone is saying that Song Chunxue must have taken some kind of magic pill to suddenly become so tough.
When Zhao Yufang said this to her face, Song Chunxue said frankly, "That's right, I have indeed been reincarnated. I have even died once. It's really not good to be buried underground. If my son is unfilial, I'll be like a wandering ghost with no one to burn paper money for me."
At this point, Song Chunxue raised her hand and touched her sore nose.
"Speaking of this, do you know how to fold paper ingots? Teach me, I want to prepare more for myself, and have Sanwa burn them first, so his father can keep them underground, so that I won't starve to death."
She became more and more upset as she spoke, tears streaming down her face, until she finally covered her eyes with her elbow and cried.
"Don't scare me."
Zhao Yufang felt increasingly uneasy looking at her and heard something creepy, so she couldn't help but raise her hand and slap her.
"Don't try to scare people in broad daylight. You're making it sound so real. You're so young, you're still a long way from death."
"However, I remember that the ninth anniversary of the child's father's death is coming soon. Are you planning to burn some paper money and paper figures for him? If we don't do it now, we won't have another chance, and he will be poor forever in the afterlife."
Zhao Yufang had heard many stories from the old woman and earnestly advised her.
"Let's burn some, at least burn the house and the two servants."
Song Chunxue cried harder and harder, thinking that she hadn't seen her child's father much after she died, only hearing that he was doing very poorly, working like a slave for others to make a living.
“If you cry again, I’m leaving. You’re talking like you’ve really died in broad daylight. You’re getting more and more insane.”
Seeing her crying so hard, Zhao Yufang pushed her away in annoyance.
After crying her fill, Song Chunxue felt much better, calm, and even a little happy.
It feels so good to be able to shed warm tears. After she died, her crying was so stifling, and her tears were so cold and icy.
"Song Chunxue, what are you talking about? So what if the boss got married and doesn't care about you anymore? Is it really that big of a deal?"
Zhao Yufang gave a self-deprecating laugh, thinking of her eldest son.
“A son is no longer under his mother’s control once he grows up. Once he marries, he becomes family. No matter how much you loved him before, he can’t remember your kindness. Don’t get stuck on this.”
Song Chunxue wiped away her tears and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not going to overthink this. Right now, I just want to save money. Quickly teach me how to fold paper ingots so I can burn more for his father."
Song Chunxue left without hesitation, stood up and patted the yellow dust off her clothes, "Hurry up, let's go to Li Laowu's shop to buy some paper."
Zhao Yufang glanced at the sky and said, "Are you crazy, woman? It's still early before noon. Let's get down to business first."
"Gold ingots are the real business; weeding the grain won't take a day or two."
Zhao Yufang was pulled up, and she was shocked.
In the past, Song Chunxue valued crops more than anything else; she was afraid of neglecting the food if you chatted with her for even a few minutes.
She never spent money recklessly, especially not on the dead.
Song Chunxue said that those were all for the living to see. Every year when she burned paper money for her husband, she only burned a few sheets, let alone folded paper ingots. That was something only wealthy families would do.
"Hurry up, hurry up. I'll help you hoe the grain tomorrow if necessary, so as not to delay your work."
Song Chunxue, who had picked up her tools and walked more than ten meters away, waved and said, "What are you standing there for? Sanwa said he wanted to eat cold noodles. I'll treat you to a bowl when I make it."
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