Chapter 237 It's really possible to divorce a wife.
Xie Zheng never expected that his words would make Song Chunxue care so much.
"Sister-in-law, that's not what I meant..."
Song Chunxue stood up. "Please drink first, sir. I'll go and scoop out two bowls of buckwheat jelly to soak. I don't know what the jelly you ate before was made of. I heard that some people like to eat pea jelly, but I think it's not as good as buckwheat jelly."
"Sister-in-law, no need..."
"Speaking of which, you helped me so much, you bought two courtyards with an old jar. You have done me such a great favor, but I have never treated you to a meal."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue took the bowl and porcelain basin and went to the storeroom.
Xie Zheng was helpless, but moved by this sincerity.
"If you are busy, sir, I will deliver the food to your home once it is ready. In the future, just tell me what you would like to eat, and I will cook it for you."
"I'm just a farmer, and I can't help you much. You've already said that we're friends from now on, so don't be shy with me."
Seeing Song Chunxue carrying the noodles back to the kitchen, moving nimbly, Xie Zheng couldn't help but smile and nod, "Okay, I won't be polite in the future."
A gentle spring breeze blows, and the spring sunshine is warm and inviting.
Xie Zheng sat on a stone bench with a cotton cushion, watching Song Chunxue bustling about.
He offered to help, but she would only say no.
"You haven't done this kind of rough work before, your hands will get blisters, let me do it."
After drinking the tea, Song Chunxue thought he would leave.
Unexpectedly, he had to help thresh the wheat again.
Xie Zheng was panting heavily after only a few falls.
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "If you really want to help, why don't you help me start the fire?"
"Very well," Xie Zheng said with a self-deprecating smile, "In front of my sister-in-law, I, Xie Zheng, am just a useless scholar, incapable of shouldering great responsibilities."
"Your Excellency is here to serve the people; you don't need to know these things."
As they were talking, Song Chunxue had already washed the wheat by the well and then taken it to the kitchen to cook.
Xie Zheng's movements as he tended the fire were very elegant. The hand that once held a pen could now only be used to burn wheat firewood; anything else would be too prickly.
When the fourth brother returned from outside, he saw Xie Zheng in the kitchen, clumsily helping his mother.
He had never thought his mother was an impatient person, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw her take the things from Xie Zheng's hands with a decisive and efficient hand gesture: "Sir, let me do it."
The fourth brother couldn't help but laugh.
"Mother, what delicious food are we making today? How could we trouble Master Xie to help with the fire? If others find out, they'll definitely scold you."
As he spoke, the fourth brother suppressed a laugh and sat down in front of the stove. “Adults can teach my mother to read and write, but adults shouldn’t learn this kind of rough work. If the adults’ families find out, they will definitely blame us for being ignorant.”
Helpless, Xie Zheng clapped his hands and stood to the side.
"I'm really not good at these things, I'm sorry the children laughed at me."
Xie Zheng walked out of the kitchen, sat on the steps, and looked down to see that his clothes were covered with straw.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh. "My lord, please don't move. Your clothes are made of precious material. Don't pull them too hard. Just gently tug them off."
"Sir, please rest in the main room for a while. You can have dinner when you're seated." She said to the fourth son, "Go and chat with the sir for a bit. I'll stay here."
"No need, I'll just eat at home."
"That won't do. Surely Lord Xie isn't afraid to eat this meal because he couldn't help. That would be too formal." Song Chunxue kicked the fourth brother. "Go and play chess with the master. You're the junior, there's plenty you can learn from him."
“Yes, yes, Mother is right,” the fourth son rubbed his bottom. “Mother, don’t you think you’re too strong now?”
"You're weak yourself but you complain about how strong others are. If you're not even as good as me, why are you even going out? You might as well stay home and plow the fields for me."
The fourth brother pouted and walked down the steps to complain to Lord Xie, "Ever since my mother started learning meditation from the Taoist priest, I've discovered that she's incredibly strong. She can rip the flesh off my butt with one kick."
Xie Zheng couldn't help but think of yesterday. Her movements when she hit Mei Yang, though few in number, were in no way inferior to the guards around him.
Liu Chunshu couldn't use that kick of hers either.
As a man, he felt truly ashamed of himself.
At noon, Lao Si and Xie Zheng were sitting on the high wall of the fortress discussing the past and present when they heard Song Chunxue calling them to eat.
Upon entering the kitchen, Xie Zheng was astonished to see the potato noodles and the refreshing cold jelly.
"You made so much?" Xie Zheng said. "I thought we'd just have cold noodles for lunch."
“If the adults don’t like the smell and can’t get used to it, then they can have noodles.” Song Chunxue put the chili oil on the table. “Besides, you can’t eat cold noodles as a meal. They’ll get hungry soon, so they’ll have to eat some soup noodles.”
The fourth brother nodded, "That's right. We farmers have a lot of energy, and eating cold noodles won't keep us full. Adults might as well try them all and see which one tastes best."
Xie Zheng looked at the refreshing jelly, but was afraid that he wouldn't be able to finish it and would waste it.
"Please try it, sir. If you can't finish it, I'll eat it. We farmers don't care about these things."
After hesitating for a moment, Xie Zheng picked up the bowl of cold rice noodles and took a sip.
"Hmm, it's sour, but not smelly." Xie Zheng picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of the warm jelly. "It has the fragrance of celery and the unique aroma of buckwheat. It's delicious. Thank you for your hospitality, sister-in-law."
Because of his words, Song Chunxue made so much food, and Xie Zheng felt the warmth of the farmers.
At the same time, he particularly admired her.
In just one morning, she had prepared the sweet fermented rice, made the jelly, and rolled the noodles. She was really amazing.
Song Chunxue also ate a bowl of cold noodles first, saying, "Don't force yourself, sir. There are enough noodles for you."
The fourth brother ate a bowl of cold noodles and two bowls of noodles, then sat on the table and let out a satisfied burp.
"After tomorrow, I won't be able to eat my mother's cooking anymore, and I'll miss it terribly." The fourth son sighed. "But I'm a man, and I have to go out and see the world."
Song Chunxue said irritably, "Did I stop you?"
Xie Zheng took a bite of potato noodles. "They say one should not travel far while one's parents are alive, but I offended the Emperor over a trivial matter and am now far away from home, unable to be by my mother's side to fulfill my filial duty. I am filled with regret."
“My mother is seriously ill. In the second half of the year, I will request permission to go to the capital to return home and fulfill my filial duties.” He looked at his fourth son. “It’s good to have ambition. As long as you are filial in the future, your mother will forgive you.”
The words "filial piety" and "filial devotion" made Song Chunxue chuckle.
The fourth son looked at his mother guiltily, "Mother, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Filial piety is entirely a matter of conscience, and I don't ask for anything in this life. As long as you are doing well, I will be doing well too."
Having been reborn, she has come to terms with things now.
As long as a mother doesn't owe her child anything, she won't be afraid of being owed anything by her child.
She came to make up for Sanwa's situation.
Song Chunxue looked at the table and said, "I am now learning Taoism. In the future, I may pass away while meditating somewhere. I will also take care of my body and die before I get sick. I don't need filial piety."
She knew that what she said sounded like she was acting out of spite.
But she was human too, and thinking about her fate in her previous life, she couldn't help but feel resentful.
"Mother..." The fourth son could tell that his mother was angry.
"Let's eat. I was just mentioning it casually," Song Chunxue asked. "Oh, by the way, I haven't asked yet, does Lord Xie have any children?"
Xie Zheng was taken aback.
“I have a daughter. Because I was repeatedly demoted, my first wife asked me to write a letter of divorce. Now the child lives with her mother and grows up with her maternal grandmother.”
The fourth son's eyes widened. "You can really divorce your wife? Does Lord Xie have any concubines?"
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