Will Chapter 56 still let me go?
Chen Feng loved to take advantage of others and always liked to steal things, which Song Chunxue had long been accustomed to.
In her previous life, Chen Feng's children also had this problem, but no one noticed it in their daily lives.
But later, when he went to play in another village, he took some of their things, which became the talk of the town.
She toned it down somewhat afterward, but her children were all fond of taking advantage of others, mostly influenced by Chen Feng.
Jiang Yeming was a spoiled child who usually had no concept of these things, but once he was encouraged, he didn't think it was shameful to take a few things without permission.
Chen Feng is his wife; if she loses face, Jiang Yeming loses face too.
This time, being told off by Jiang Hongying in front of everyone, Jiang Yeming felt ashamed for the first time.
But he didn't want to admit it. While they were arguing outside the gate, the people in the village were secretly listening.
I would rather die than admit it.
"Sister, how could you accuse me like this? What if you're mistaken? Are you deliberately trying to ruin me in front of Mother? Are you even my own sister?"
Jiang Yeming adopted a nonsensical attitude, "Now that you don't like me, you can pin any crime on me. How much did you take from Sanwa?"
Jiang Hongying stomped her feet in anger, and was about to say something when Song Chunxue raised her hand to stop her.
"Hongying, don't talk to him about these things. It's not good for the baby in your belly. You go inside first." With that, Song Chunxue called out, "Fourth brother, take Xiujuan back inside."
When the fourth brother's name was called, his legs went weak with fright, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly ran to them.
He picked up Xiujuan and ran into the house without saying a word.
They were afraid that the fire would spread to him.
Even after the eldest brother separated from the family, he could still be beaten and cry out in despair over trivial matters.
Isn't it even more serious that he takes the money and doesn't study properly at school?
He absolutely must not appear in front of his mother, lest she remember him and get angrier and angrier, and beat him up to vent her anger.
Lying on the ground, Jiang Yeming saw his mother's calm face and felt an unprecedented pain. He wished he could disappear on the spot.
Being hit or scolded only hurts a little and makes him angry, but being stared at by her in such an ambiguous way suddenly made him feel extremely flustered.
"Jiang Yeming, do you dare let me find some evidence and search your house?"
“You’re a man, so just admit what you did. It’s no big deal. But if you refuse to admit it, I have plenty of ways to skin you alive. The thatched hut is only so big; you can’t take my things without leaving a trace.”
Song Chunxue held the stick in her hand, gently tossed it aside, and turned to walk towards the thatched hut.
"mother!"
Seeing that she was serious, Jiang Yeming instinctively shouted.
Ah Feng was still inside the house. She was pregnant. If her mother insisted on finding out the truth, they would be unable to defend themselves based on the peppercorn powder and five-spice powder her mother had bought.
"Mother, I admit it, I took it." Jiang Yeming lowered his head and said defiantly, "You can punish me or beat me as you please, just don't make a big fuss about it."
"Oh?" Song Chunxue stopped and turned to look at him with a half-smile. "So you know it's embarrassing now? Why didn't you do this earlier?"
"..." Jiang Yeming was in so much pain that he didn't know which position to sit in, so he lowered his head, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
"You're quite protective of your own. I never thought your father, who wasn't very fond of his wife, would have sons who all dote on their wives. You've really made something of yourself."
Song Chunxue sneered, "Since you admit it, return what you took from me. If there's a next time, I won't give you any face. Whoever takes it will have their hand broken."
Chen Feng, who was inside the thatched kiln, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. He then clenched his fists and stared fiercely at Song Chunxue through the thin curtain.
She cursed inwardly, "You old bastard!"
*
In the afternoon, Song Chunxue accompanied Lao Si to herd sheep, and wherever they went, they would dig up dandelions.
There are also Bupleurum chinense plants on the barren mountain, which she would put in her basket. Although they were small, they could still be sold after being dried.
After a while, she won't have to shovel these anymore.
The apricots are ripe. There are plenty of apricots in the wild apricot grove behind the mountain. She picks broad beans in the morning and apricots in the afternoon. When she gets home, she peels the apricots. The apricot pits can be sold for money. Although the dried apricot skins are not as valuable, three catties can be exchanged for one penny.
After a while, she stopped to rest, sat on the warm earth, and looked at the fourth sheep herding not far away.
He was very careful today, keeping his eyes fixed on the flock, afraid that they would eat someone else's grain and he would have to pay compensation.
The fourth brother has spent all the money he received, leaving him penniless.
Now, even if he wanted to use his own savings to make up for it, he couldn't find any.
He was used to being well-off, so the fourth son never knew the meaning of saving money.
He only knew that his mother loved him, but would never be lenient with him.
Now look what's happened; he's gone from a scholar to a shepherd boy in an instant.
The sun had set, and unlike the third child, the fourth child couldn't sneak home until it was dark.
So he kept looking in Song Chunxue's direction, hoping she would say she was coming home.
But Song Chunxue wouldn't say anything. She just sat leisurely on the edge of the field in the distance, carrying a large basket full of food on her back.
Song Chunxue did not get up until it got dark, her vision became blurry, and there were no more birds chirping in the mountains.
"Let's go home."
She walked ahead carrying a basket on her back, while the fourth brother hurriedly drove the flock of sheep down the mountain.
By the time I got home, it was already very dark, and the crescent moon had just climbed up the horizon.
After closing the sheepfold gate, the fourth brother let out a heavy sigh.
“Sanwa comes back at this time every day. Do you feel tired?”
"..." The fourth brother pursed his lips. He was exhausted and hungry, his chest was pressed against his back, and he wished he could swallow two big bowls of rice and then lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Do you think he won't get hungry or tired once he gets used to it?" Song Chunxue's emotionless voice made Lao Si feel uncomfortable all over.
"The key issue is that you're unwilling to wait for him during mealtimes. He works the hardest and deserves the most credit, but when he comes back, the food is cold. Wouldn't you feel guilty?"
The fourth brother lowered his head and didn't say anything, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Fourth brother, I know you're blaming me in your heart, blaming me for being too strict with you. But you seem to have forgotten that I'm the strictest with the third brother, and he's never rebelled against me."
"It's you lot who don't know how lucky you are. Sanwa dreams of going to school, but you're squandering our hard-earned money. What do you have to complain about?"
The fourth brother, head drooping, followed behind Song Chunxue and said listlessly, "I didn't complain."
“I’m your mother, do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” Song Chunxue ruthlessly exposed him. “Complaining won’t help, you’ll have to herd these sheep for at least two years.”
"..." Two years! That's going to kill someone.
"I won't accompany you tomorrow. You can graze the sheep by yourself. You can come back early when you first arrive. You can graze them however you like, as long as the sheep don't eat other people's food and no one comes to me for compensation."
“After we get the money from the lambs, I’ll share some with you. If you don’t want to raise them, you can trade with me. Leave the work in the fields to me. In a few days, you can go and pick the broad beans and peas.”
When you're pulling up broad beans, you have to squat for a long time, and your little finger will swell up. You'll get home later than the sheep.
"No, I'd rather herd sheep," the fourth son asked sullenly. "When I finally decide to go to school, will Mother still let me?"
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