Chapter 116 The Child Has a fit
It turns out that the eldest child wanted to hold a full-month celebration for the baby.
Although the baby's one-month celebration has already passed for several days.
Hearing his words, Song Chunxue replied indifferently, "If you want to do it, then do it. I won't stop you."
The fourth brother looked at Song Chunxue and observed her carefully.
I never noticed before, but every word my mother said was completely different from before.
For the past six months, he only knew that his mother was incredibly good to Sanwa, but upon closer reflection, it seemed there was more to it than that.
Mother seemed to have suddenly gained great wisdom, as if she had been educated.
She hasn't lost her temper in a long time.
Could it be that she received guidance from a master and was granted great fortune?
Is it thanks to that Taoist priest Zhang from last time?
It seems that next time I encounter a strange Taoist priest, I shouldn't condemn him outright.
My mother cooked meat and rice for them, and it really did have its benefits.
But that doesn't make sense. Didn't Mother buy ten lucky charms for wealth? Why haven't we seen any money come in...?
"Smack!"
He suddenly slapped his thigh, "Mom, that Taoist priest Zhang is really effective! Do you still have any of your lucky charms? Give me one!"
The five taels of silver that Master Xie gave me last time, and the two taels of silver today, aren't they all sources of income?
Although the process was a bit painful, the money was real money.
He rubbed his hands excitedly, then looked up to meet the cold gazes of the boss and Song Chunxue.
The fourth brother then realized that they were talking about serious business.
"Brother, if you want to have a celebration, then go ahead. Anyway, a full moon celebration won't cost much. We can make our own meat and vegetable soup and stir-fry four dishes. We'll get more money back than we spend. We can bring back what we gave as gifts."
The fourth brother suggested earnestly, "Wouldn't this shut everyone up, so they wouldn't say that your mother-son relationship is so bad that you don't even talk to each other anymore?"
The eldest brother looked at Song Chunxue's expression but didn't respond.
"Since we're going to hold this ceremony, we'll definitely need to invite the bride's family. Have you thought about how you're going to handle the talisman matter?"
Song Chunxue looked at the fallen leaves in the yard, her expression unreadable. "If you're just going to let it go like this, I have no objection."
The eldest brother opened his mouth.
"Even if you do hold a feast, I'll only contribute my labor; you'll have to prepare your own food. You can also set up a feast in the courtyard, but if you want fresh meat, you'll have to exchange it for something."
They want her to use her own things to celebrate their baby's one-month birthday? No way!
Since they've separated, they should act like they've separated. Don't think that just because he was schemed against by Chen Feng's family, she should feel sorry for him.
If they weren't her biological children, she would have made them move out long ago.
If they still haven't moved in in at most half a month, Song Chunxue will take the initiative to bring it up with the eldest brother.
She didn't say anything because she saw that he had been digging a water cellar recently.
"Okay, I understand. I'll think about it some more." The eldest brother glanced at the fourth brother, but the question stuck in his throat.
After saying that, he turned and went into the thatched hut.
Upon entering the kitchen, the fourth brother lowered his voice and whispered, "I think the eldest brother still wanted to ask about those few taels of silver. Luckily, he didn't find out, otherwise I would have given him a good scolding today."
Song Chunxue certainly noticed.
"And you? Haven't spent any money in ages, aren't you itching to spend it?"
The fourth brother sat sprawled on the steps, saying, "It itches! How can it not itch? Just thinking about delicious food and drinks makes me so uncomfortable that I can't sleep."
He smacked his lips and said, "Mom, I want to eat cold noodles, and with some chili powder. I'm so hungry for it, I have to eat something flavorful today."
Song Chunxue put on an apron; he was clever enough to know that she wouldn't agree to anything useless.
"Then go and scoop out two bowls of buckwheat noodles and soak them. I'll knead them when you wake up."
"Okay." The fourth brother went into the kitchen quickly and came out with an old bowl. "This bowl in our family is an antique, it's been passed down for generations, it's so old."
Speaking of antiques, the fourth brother recalled a rumor he had recently heard.
“Mother, I heard that people used to live here, and there were quite a few rich people. It is said that we were not so poor here before, and the burial objects in many ancient tombs are very valuable.”
"Someone found an old jar in the mountains behind the village. Mother, guess how much it sold for?"
Song Chunxue had heard about this before, "ten taels of silver."
"How did Mother know?" The fourth son came out of the granary. "If I were to stumble upon something valuable, I probably wouldn't even recognize it. The old shepherd from the Gao family said he had seen that jar before when he was herding sheep, but he thought it was too old and didn't bring it home."
“But someone in their village took some home to pickle vegetables, and a monk who came to beg for alms bought it.” The fourth brother shook his head. “Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought monks were so rich. Ten taels of silver for a single pickling jar, they’re insane!”
While kneading dough, Song Chunxue recalled her past life.
It is said that at the foot of Xishan Mountain in Zhuanglang County lies the ancient tomb of a great general, containing many valuable items that will not be unearthed for many years.
But most people can't find it.
She still remembered when Xia Mulan married into the family, they were chatting about how someone in the village came out to urinate in the middle of the night and saw a glowing light on the wall behind the courtyard. They ended up digging out a luminous pearl.
There was also a clueless woman who, while planting a tree, dug out a jade leaf and, mistaking it for a tile, smashed it.
After taking the picture, I realized it was green, and that's when I found out that the mud was covering something valuable.
Just like these illiterate old folks, even if something valuable is right in front of them, they might not recognize it.
She'll just have to dig it out with her own hands.
Oh, by the way, she's going to the county in a few days to buy another piece of land.
As the weather gets colder, she needs to buy some good cotton and make a few cotton-padded jackets to wear.
This winter, she never wants to have a cold bottom again.
Anyway, she didn't give the eldest son any money this time when the family divided the assets, but she still had enough money to make clothes and shoes.
At night, the autumn wind was bleak, and the wooden sticks in the yard were blown down to the ground.
Before long, a light drizzle began to fall.
One autumn rain brings one chill.
Song Chunxue got up and took a thick wool quilt from the dark, large kang cabinet.
It's heavy, it's been over ten years old, and it feels like there's at least a pound of yellow soil mixed in with the five pounds of wool, but it's much warmer to wear.
She had only been asleep for a short while when she heard a woman crying outside in the yard.
Soon, the child started crying, accompanied by the sounds of the two arguing.
Song Chunxue turned over, reached through the needle and thread, and laboriously pulled out two wool balls and stuffed them into her ears.
Yes, that makes me feel much more at ease.
In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a loud, earth-shaking knocking sound.
She pulled the object out of her ear and suddenly sat up on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Mom, open the door quickly! The child is having a seizure! Mom, get up and check on him!"
The eldest son knocked on the door and then on the window, each knock striking a chord in Song Chunxue's heart.
Late at night, she felt the sensation of dying in her past life.
She was furious. She slipped off the kang (a heated brick bed), picked up the stick behind the door, and opened it.
"What's all the noise about? If your child is having a seizure, go see a doctor! Why are you calling me?"
But she didn't dare to linger. She turned around, found a needle in the sewing basket, dropped the stick, and walked back.
The eldest brother was about to cry; the autumn rain was pouring down on his hair, making him look disheveled and pitiful.
"Mother, I'm afraid it'll be too late to find a doctor." He covered Song Chunxue's head with his hand, his voice trembling with tears. "I don't know if it's from being frightened or catching a cold, but the child has been convulsing for quite a while now."
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