Song Shijian also felt sorry for his younger brother. His second brother went out with him, and now that his second brother is married, he doesn't need to send money home anymore.
His mother would occasionally ask him if he needed money to take care of everything.
But the third son was completely different. His wife had to be arranged by his mother, and he had to hand over all his earnings to the family.
They're all brothers, and sometimes he can't stand it.
But as the eldest brother, he believes that harmony in the family brings prosperity, so he also has to consider things from the perspective of the entire family.
When Song Shiting returned, Ruan Qingling was steaming potatoes.
The pot was still simmering with a rich bone broth.
The moment you enter, you are greeted by a rich aroma of food.
Song Shiting washed his hands and walked towards the stove.
Ruan Qingling held her daughter in one arm and stirred the soup in the pot with a spoon in the other.
"I'll do it," Song Shiting said, rolling up his sleeves.
Ruan Qingling's gaze fell on his wound, where the white gauze was stained with red blood.
She asked, "Did you aggravate your wound again?"
Song Shiting said calmly, "It's nothing serious."
For him, as long as there's no major bleeding, it's fine.
Ruan Qingling: "This will delay your recovery time; it will take a long time to heal."
Song Shiting: "No, it won't happen."
Continue finishing the food that Ruan Qingling had only half-finished. After Ruan Qingling stir-fried the bones with lard, the resulting broth was as thick as milk. Add a few slices of ginger, some prepared yam, and finally a little salt.
The broth is very fragrant and delicious.
Song Shiting took a sip of soup, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"It really tastes good."
Ruan Qingling drank half a bowl, lowered her eyes and said, "This kind of soup is more nutritious. When I gave birth to Yaya, I didn't take good care of myself and didn't eat anything during my postpartum period. Now I have all sorts of illnesses."
The original owner used to disdain talking to Song Shiting, and would simply lie down and sleep whenever she had a headache or fever.
Most of the time, it's misunderstood as me throwing a tantrum.
Ruan Qingling wasn't going to be taken advantage of. She blamed it on not eating enough when she gave birth, which caused her body to be in poor condition now.
Song Shiting frowned.
When Ruan Qingling gave birth, her family asked him for more than 100 yuan.
Ruan Qingling said there was nothing to eat?
Ruan Qingling drank a bowl of soup and exclaimed with satisfaction, "It's so delicious!"
Then, pour the soup, which was now at a suitable temperature, into the baby bottle.
Ya Ya took a sip, then hugged the bottle with both hands and sucked on it frantically.
Ruan Qingling was amused by her daughter's greedy appearance.
"Drink slowly, drink slowly, there's plenty to drink."
Song Shiting's gaze remained fixed on Ruan Qingling's profile.
Later, he said, "I need to go to town to send a telegram. Is there anything I need to buy?"
Ruan Qingling thought for a moment and said, "There are too many things needed at home, so you can decide for yourself."
She actually wanted to go to town, but since she hadn't figured out a way to make money yet, she wasn't in a hurry to go.
Seeing her sudden silence, Song Shiting knew she didn't like staying in the village, so he finally asked, "Why don't you go and take a look?"
Ruan Qingling still had things to do; Ya Ya didn't have any pants, so she had to find a way to get her a pair.
He shook his head and said, "Go ahead, just buy whatever you think is best."
In this era of frugality and simple living, it's not that you can have whatever you want.
Song Shiting was surprised; Ruan Qingling didn't want to go out?
He looked at her with a probing gaze, then turned and left.
Ruan Qingling took out the pants her daughter wore at home and held them up to the touch.
I certainly can't make exquisite clothes, but I should be able to make a pair or two of wearable trousers.
She gestured and drew, then finally picked up the scissors and started cutting.
Ya Ya was very happy to follow her mother. While Ruan Qingling was working, she crawled on the kang (a heated brick bed).
She now knows how wonderful it is to be with her mother.
There was food and drink.
My mom would play with me and even rub my toes.
She really enjoys her mother stroking her feet.
After climbing for a while, he got tired and lay down next to Ruan Qingling, raising both of his legs.
It was kicked in front of Ruan Qingling.
Ruan Qingling was having a headache. After a long time, she cut two pairs of pants and made them a little bigger than the proportions of the pants that Ya Ya wore, so that they could still wear them.
The problem is, she's holding a needle, and that little thing is a bit difficult to handle.
In her past life, from kindergarten to elementary school, her mother always took her to craft classes. She was able to make things with scissors and needles and thread, but compared to making small doll clothes, now that she has to make pants for her daughter, why are the seams so long?
She spent most of the day sewing the side seam of a pair of pants, and felt like her neck was a withered flower, unable to lift itself up.
Later, she decided to give up.
Especially his daughter, who kept waving her two little feet in front of his eyes, he immediately started playing with her.
Just then, a clear voice rang out from outside: "Ah Ting."
The voice sounded very friendly.
Ruan Qingling carried Ya Ya out of the house. Standing outside was a girl wearing a blue top and black pants, with two braids, and carrying a bamboo basket.
Upon seeing Ruan Qingling, she asked, "Is A-Ting here?"
Ruan Qingling replied indifferently, "He's not here."
Song Qian said, "Oh, that's really unfortunate. I just came back from my holiday and brought some candy. These are the shoes I bought for the child."
She walked in as she spoke.
Ruan Qingling thought for a moment, realizing that this woman wasn't in the original owner's memories.
So, who is she?
Fortunately, the person who came in said as she walked in, "I am Song Qian. I grew up with A Ting. You rarely see me."
Song Qian?
Ruan Qingling suddenly realized, no wonder it felt so familiar!
It turns out that Song Shiting's mother had mentioned it!
He said he regretted not marrying her as his daughter-in-law!
She hadn't even decided whether or not to take a cheap husband when a woman came knocking on her door.
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, but my daughter Yaya just bought new shoes yesterday. You should return these shoes."
I bought these shoes yesterday; they cost two and a half yuan a pair.
There's no need to make them spend money.
Song Qian smiled slightly and looked at Ya Ya.
"The children have grown so much, time really flies."
Ruan Qingling listened to her sigh and seemed quite annoyed.
But what others do is none of her business.
"Sister." Bai Luomei's voice suddenly rang out, and then she chased after them from behind.
When Song Qian saw Bai Luomei, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
Bai Luomei walked up to her affectionately and said, "I just heard from Mom that you were back and I was going home right away, but I didn't expect to run into you."
Song Qian smiled slightly but did not speak.
Ruan Qingling looked at the sisters, who seemed to be on good terms but were actually at odds, and felt a little puzzled.
Song Qian?
Bai Luomei?
Are they sisters?
oh!
Based on the fragmented information from the original owner, plus some additions from my own imagination, I roughly organized it.
Song Qian is from Songjia'ao. She seems to like Song Shiting, but Song Shiting's mother doesn't want him to marry a capable girl. I don't know why she found her for him.
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