Chapter 12: A chaotic early morning
Song Jin had a cold face and returned to his room in silence.
He sat there for a long time, with a faint sadness all over his body.
This made Qin Chi, who was standing by, feel a little sad, so he stood up with a sigh and went out to the kitchen to make a pot of scented tea.
"My lady, come and have some tea to moisten your throat."
Qin Chi asked Song Jin to sit over.
Song Jin patted his cheeks with both hands and smiled as usual, "Thank you, sir. I am a little thirsty."
After half a cup of tea.
Song Jin lowered his eyes and asked again: "Tell me, should I forgive her?"
"A gentleman is steadfast but unforgiving."
Qin Chi filled Song Jin's cup of tea.
Song Jin understood what he meant. This statement came from "The Analects of Confucius", which meant that a gentleman should stick to the right path and not ignore right and wrong and be trustworthy.
According to Qin Chi, there was no need to forgive Song Xiu.
Song Jin didn't say anything else.
Instead, he reached into his sleeve pocket and took out the purse he had received from Song Xiu, which contained the silver note that Song Jin had given him earlier.
One ticket costs one thousand taels, four in total.
Qin Chi's eyes swept across the banknotes.
When the tea bowl was placed on the table, Qin Chi said slowly, "Erlang told me that he saw grandma go to see auntie this morning. Auntie gave grandma a banknote. He didn't know how much it was, but grandma looked very excited at the time..."
“No wonder there are only four.”
There were ten silver notes in the Lu Ban box, totaling ten thousand taels.
Song Jin gave half to Song Xiu.
It hasn't been long and already one thousand taels are gone.
It's not that Song's father couldn't afford more money, but he couldn't give too much. Too much money could easily lead to trouble for a helpless woman who married into the countryside. This money could ensure that the two daughters had enough food and clothing, but it couldn't live a luxurious life.
In her previous life, Song Xiu was extravagant and spent all her money early on.
Today Song Jin took the opportunity to get the silver back in order to teach Song Xiu a lesson.
Song Jin counted out two silver bills and handed them to Qin Chi.
"What does this mean?"
Qin Chi didn't answer, but asked with interest.
Song Jin said, "Just take it if I give it to you."
"Then Qi'an thanks my lady."
Qin Chi's eyes were bright and smiling, and every frown and smile of his had a different charm.
Song Jin silently looked away.
The impression of the first meeting was too deep. Song Jin didn't believe that Qin Chi looked so harmless.
Song Jin asked casually: "Is Qi'an your name?"
"Yes, it was my mother who gave it to me."
Qin Chi never took the imperial examination, but when he was just three years old, Li started to teach him. "My mother's family was well off when she was a child, and she went to school for a few years. Later, she was forced to flee due to the war, and was unfortunately robbed by refugees on the way. She was the only one in the family who was lucky enough to be saved by my father... She gave me the name Qi'an, hoping that I would live a peaceful life without disasters."
Song Jin felt inexplicably sad after hearing this.
Everyone has their own misfortunes, and they are not all the same.
Qin Chi put away the tea bowl, obviously not wanting to talk anymore, "Rest early tonight. Since you don't have to go back tomorrow, I'll take you to the county town."
Song Jin suddenly looked up at him, her beautiful little face filled with hope.
Qinjiagou is too far from the county seat.
If I just rely on my own two feet, I'm afraid I'll have to walk until dark.
It just so happened that the Qin family had a carriage.
Who knows that sometimes the more anxious you are to go to bed, the harder it is to fall asleep.
The next day, early in the morning.
Song Jin, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by Old Liu's loud voice.
Turn over and sit up, get dressed and comb your hair.
The door was pushed open and Qin Chi walked in from outside, holding a wooden basin in his hand.
A basin of clean water.
"Awake?"
Qin Chi put the wooden basin on the wash basin rack and said, "Come and wash your face. I'm afraid there's no breakfast left. Let's go out and eat early."
"Song Xiu is making breakfast today?"
While washing up, Song Jin asked, "What happened? Why is there such a big commotion?"
Qin Chi didn't say much, just told Song Jin to go out and take a look and he would understand.
Outside.
Song Xiu had a sad face.
He was being scolded by Old Liu.
Having lost face last night, Song Xiu wanted to show off her cooking skills this morning to surpass the big pot of porridge that Song Jin cooked last time.
She asked Qin Mingsong to accompany her to the kitchen early.
Qin Mingsong suggested making rice porridge, but Song Xiu insisted on kneading the dough, and then she used up all the flour that Old Liu had saved.
It would be fine if it was made into pasta, but Song Xiu put too much water in it, so not only did it not form into dough, but it all became a watery paste, as if the water wasn't even boiled.
Even dogs wouldn't eat the food.
Old Mrs. Liu was so heartbroken that she beat her chest.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Song Xiu hid behind Qin Mingsong, leaving him to face the storm from Old Liu.
Qin Mingsong's face looked very ugly.
The hangover made him feel uncomfortable, and he was woken up by Song Xiu not long after he slept. She said it was too dark and asked him to accompany her to the kitchen.
The hangover and lack of sleep gave Qin Mingsong a splitting headache.
But old Liu was still cursing.
Over there, Song Xiu was like an abused young wife, shrinking her head and saying nothing.
"Mom, that's enough!"
Qin Mingsong's expression was extremely grim. "Isn't it just a breakfast? Just ask others to help make it."
"Is this a breakfast thing?"
When Mrs. Liu saw her son defending Song Xiu, she became furious.
Song Xiu cried aggrievedly, "I'm sorry, I've never done kitchen work before, I don't know how to do it, wuwuwu..."
"You can't! Why didn't you say so earlier? Don't you have a mouth?"
The more he wanted to get angry, the more he became more and more sad.
Old Liu started beating people up.
"Mom! Didn't you say before that you loved eating pasta? I made it specially for you, but it's too difficult!"
"When did I say this?"
"I heard my sister serve you porridge that day. Even though I failed in making noodles today, it's still good to be filial!"
"You—"
"First time, second time, I will definitely use less water next time... Ouch, that hurts!"
"I will beat you to death. I will beat you to death today!"
Song Xiu always hid beside Qin Mingsong.
One was chasing the other one and escaping, circling around Qin Mingsong, causing chaos.
Song Jin watched from afar.
The other members of the Qin family did the same, peeking in front of the door.
The kitchen door was a mess.
Are you making breakfast or setting the kitchen on fire?
No wonder Qin Chi said he couldn’t count on breakfast today.
Seeing Song Jin watching the fun from a distance, Song Xiu glared at him hatefully.
It's all Song Jin's fault! Why did everyone get so happy when Song Jin only cooked a big pot of rice porridge? She wanted to make noodles for Old Liu, but she got beaten! No matter how Song Xiu glared at her, Song Jin felt that she was particularly pleasing to the eye today. Especially because she could make Old Liu so angry.
It feels so good!
At this moment, Song Jin didn't know that this was not the only fun Song Xiu had caused.
Qin Chi once went to the kitchen to help Song Jin, so Song Xiu coaxed Qin Mingsong into the kitchen before dawn.
I hope he can help me.
Who knew that Qin Mingsong could do nothing but set the firewood pile on fire when he was helping to light the fire? Song Xiu did not sell Qin Mingsong out, but wanted to sell him off.
Qin Mingsong really stood up to defend her!
However, this kind of protection was undoubtedly a stab in the heart of Old Liu, and she spared no effort in beating Song Xiu.
Thank you family for the tip~ Blow a kiss!
(End of this chapter)