Chapter 238 Drunk

Song Xiu made Old Mrs. Liu so angry that she wanted to curse.

Unfortunately, Song Xiu was a reckless person, which made Old Liu afraid to act rashly.

There are a lot of people here today, and the elders of the clan are all chatting and drinking tea in the hall next door. If a quarrel breaks out, Old Liu knows that she will get nothing good out of it.

Over the years, the four mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have been fighting each other evenly.

At first, Song Xiu still cared about her reputation, but later she just gave up and confirmed Old Liu's reputation as a wicked mother-in-law. She also blamed her for the abortion and the fact that Bai Cuiwei would rather fake her death than stay in the Qin family, which she also blamed on Old Liu.

No matter outsiders believe it or not.

Anyway, all the charges were put upon her by Song Xiu.

Now there are not only a few of them here, but also aunts and aunties from the village coming to help.

There was someone peeking at the door.

One of them was Mrs. Wang, who was at odds with Old Mrs. Liu. She whispered to the aunt beside her, "That old Mrs. Liu might be up to no good again. Just wait and see. There will be something to watch."

"She wouldn't be so inappropriate, today is Dalang's good day." said an aunt next to her.

Mother Wang spat, "That wicked woman was lucky enough to have a son who was a scholar. Otherwise, she would have been divorced by the clan leader long ago for all the evil things she did."

"I think it will be soon. The fourth house has been plagued by misfortunes and still has no children."

"It's because my wife doesn't know how to have children."

"What do you know?"

Mrs. Wang was happy to publicize the viciousness of Mrs. Liu. "The old blind man said that the Song sisters were blessed girls, and that the blessed girls ended up in an unlucky family. Did they succeed in the imperial examinations one after another because of the Song sisters? Take a look at the comparison between the two families."

Most people in the village are superstitious.

Especially the old blind man is quite famous in their area.

The Qin family is a rude family.

The first wife and the fourth wife each married one.

Everyone said that the sickly man in the first wife would not live long, but he is still alive today, has a virtuous wife, a pair of healthy children, and is now a juren.

This further proves that Song Jin is blessed.

"The fourth wife is also blessed. Didn't Qin Mingsong pass the imperial examination? She also got pregnant with two children, but she was ruined by old Liu. Even the concubines would rather die than leave." A few of the Wang women gathered together and whispered.

Fortunately, these gossiping people were still mindful of the fact that they were in Song Jin's house, so they spoke in a very low voice.

Wait until old Mrs. Liu comes out of the house with a sullen face.

The Wang women and the others immediately shut their mouths and did not point fingers at Old Mrs. Liu, but one could tell from their eyes that they were not holding back, and this made Old Mrs. Liu very angry.

Then, left.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Song Jin was also very surprised.

I didn't expect that Old Mrs. Liu would be driven away so easily.

Without her making trouble here, Song Jin felt that the air in the house was a little fresher.

Song Jin glanced at the ladies in the corner, then called Xiaoyu over and said, "Xiaoyu, take two plates of cakes for the ladies to eat, and add a pot of tea."

"Okay."

Xiaoyu went to do it immediately.

Wang Pozi and others were suddenly treated with cakes and tea. They were all very happy and praised Song Jin, the young daughter-in-law, for being not only filial but also doing things properly.

Song Jin never looks down on anyone.

That night, the Qin family prepared a large table of food and wine and invited the respected elders in the village.

Early the next morning.

The whole Qinjiagou is very lively.

The Qin family worships their ancestors.

The clan began preparing the items needed for ancestor worship as soon as they learned that Qin Chi had passed the imperial examination.

Men were offering sacrifices to their ancestors while women were busy doing miscellaneous chores.

Song Jin bought a fat pig, killed it and treated the whole village to a feast. He also donated a sum of silver to the ancestral hall in the name of Qin Chi. Later, the Qin family could use the money to renovate the ancestral hall or purchase clan land.

There are not many outsiders in the village.

Song Jin specially invited them all to the banquet.

Village chief Chen and his family also came.

Chen Dong'er, who was obsessed with Qin Mingsong, was forced to marry by her family two years ago, so she did not show up this time. Without Song Jin's intervention, Chen Dong'er would not have married far away.

Now everyone keeps silent about the embarrassment of the past.

"Mrs. Song is still very generous."

Village Chief Chen sighed, with a hint of flattery in his expression.

Song Jin smiled politely and said, "You are too kind, Village Chief."

"No, no, because of your help, the villagers have started to cultivate medicinal fields and grow medicinal herbs. With the extra income, their lives are much better than in previous years."

Village Chief Chen was truly grateful to Song Jin.

When Song Jin came back, he noticed that many medicinal fields had been reclaimed in Qinjiagou.

The crops grown in the mountains here are not very productive.

But if it is used to grow medicinal herbs, it is quite good.

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The village banquet lasted until late at night, and a bonfire was lit. It was lively for half the night before things gradually calmed down.

Song Jin helped the unsteady Qin Chi back home.

This time Qin Chi was not pretending to be drunk, he was really drunk.

If Song Jin hadn't stepped forward to stop him, using his poor health as an excuse, who knows how much he would have drunk. It would have been enough for just one person to toast him.

Old Li originally wanted to come over to help Qin Chi.

But Qin Chi pushed him away, and half of his body leaned towards Song Jin.

Under the moonlight, Song Jin supported him and walked slowly towards home.

Others consciously kept their distance.

They tacitly agreed not to disturb the two of them.

After helping Qin Chi back to his room and putting him on the bed, he took off his outer shirt, shoes and socks.

Just as she was about to turn around, Qin Chi suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going, ma'am?"

"You're not drunk?" Song Jin turned around in surprise.

"I'm drunk."

He wasn't drunk to death, but his mind was clear.

Song Jin said softly: "I'll go to the kitchen to make you a bowl of hangover soup."

"Just let Aunt Huang do it." Qin Chi did not let go, but opened his eyes slightly and looked at Song Jin with half-closed eyes.

Song Jin turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

I just stayed with him quietly until Li came in.

Song Jin stood up and asked, "Mother-in-law, you haven't rested yet?"

"I heard that Dalang was drunk, so I came to check on him because I was worried." Li came over and glanced at her son who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed, and his ears and neck, which were red from the alcohol.

Before Song Jin could say anything, Li said, "I asked Aunt Huang to make some drunken soup and it will be served in a while."

"OK."

Song Jin watched Li leave.

She was not sent to the door, and Qin Chi still held her wrist.

Turning back and looking down at his tightly held wrist, Song Jin wondered if he was really drunk or just pretending to be drunk. Soon, Mrs. Huang brought the drunken soup over.

He put the soup bowl on the table and went out.

Song Jin reached out and brought it over, half-helping Qin Chi up, "Husband, drink a few sips of the hangover soup, so you don't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

Qin Chi opened his eyes slightly as if in a daze, drank the soup from her hand, and then lay down and continued to sleep.

Song Jin lifted the quilt and covered him.

Just as she was about to stand up, she felt another pulling force from behind. She turned around and found that this time it was not someone pulling her wrist, but a large hand with distinct joints, grabbing the hem of her skirt.

Song Jin was silent for a while.

(End of this chapter)