Chapter 112 Backers, wait and see how I deal with you
For several days, Ji Shubai never appeared in the dark corner of Lu's restaurant again.
Song Jin regretted more than once. Shouldn't he have said those words that day? Or should he have never revealed his true thoughts to others?
Those things that are incompatible with this dynasty should not be spoken out. As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot, and people like her are the first to die.
But she didn't want to hold it in. She wanted to tell Ji Shubai that she sympathized with Pan Jinlian and agreed with her. She didn't want to support her, nor did she want to be her. Instead, she hoped not to be her.
But looking at his appearance that day, I'm afraid he would find it hard to accept.
Song Jin had a hard time after the breakup with Ji Shubai. She tried her best to suppress her longing for Ji Shubai. She was busy as usual during the day and told stories as usual at night. She did more and more work and told stories for longer and longer, but it still couldn't change her insomnia at night.
She suffers from insomnia.
A man tossed and turned in the bed and finally woke Chunyun up.
She opened her hazy eyes, sat up and looked towards the door. It was pitch dark and she couldn't tell the time, but the rooster hadn't crowed yet.
"Sister, why don't you sleep?"
"I can't sleep."
The little girl leaned on her and asked, murmuring, "Is it because of Master Ji?"
Song Jin was surprised: "How did you know?"
"You came back too quickly that day, and Master Ji hasn't come to our shop for a long time. Did you have a fight?"
Song Jin thought, quarrel? Is she qualified to quarrel with Ji Shubai?
"Anyway, he wasn't too happy to see me."
"Why?" The little girl tilted her head innocently, looking confused.
"Chunyun, what do you think of how Master Ji treated me in the past?"
"Okay, otherwise why would you come to our store so often and find work for your dad? Aren't you helping us?"
Song Jin was silent.
According to the standards of the Ming Dynasty, Ji Shubai might have treated her as well as he could, and she was just being greedy.
They are not related to her in any way, and she has been helped to this extent, what else does she want?
But people are greedy. Song Jin is greedy, always greedy. Once he gets a little, he wants more. If he doesn't get it, he will feel resentful. Yet he doesn't repent, so the two of them have ended up like this.
But...he was clearly testing my feelings but said nothing. Isn't this also a statement?
He didn't want to move forward, he just wanted to stay where he was.
Song Jin was not unable to accept this, she even preferred this state. She had never wanted to get married before, so after a year in Ming Dynasty, did she want to move into a mansion and become a lady?
I can't go out much throughout the year. It's no different from being in solitary confinement. I might as well dive into the lake and drown.
If you meet a rich man, he will give you a bunch of sisters. If you meet a poor one, you don’t know what kind of hard life she will have to live. She may not be allowed to make money. She must be crazy to want to get married.
What Song Jin wanted was a guarantee, a very clear guarantee.
It was not a guarantee of the relationship with Ji Shubai, but a guarantee of her own future. For that unpredictable fate, that fate beyond her control, Ji Shubai's verbal promise was not enough.
Unless he can agree with her from the bottom of his heart, then at least she won't be alone.
But Ji Shubai backed off.
His retreat and his fear made Song Jin hate him, hated him for not being able to keep pace with himself, and hated him for wanting to oppose himself.
Anyone can oppose her except him.
When she thought of this, Song Jin choked up and secretly vowed to save money to buy a man. She wanted to buy herself a husband as soon as possible to put an end to her old man's idea of arranging a marriage for her.
You can't buy an older one, otherwise it will be difficult to manage. But if it's a younger one, she can raise it slowly by herself. To be honest, she is suspected of incest, which is disgusting.
Song Jin was hesitant, not knowing what to do, and could only take it one step at a time.
The next morning, Song Jin got up early and cooked a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the patio.
Rice porridge is not cooked in an iron pot, but in a clay pot.
Soak the rice in cold water overnight, put it in a casserole, add enough water, and simmer it over low heat. This will boil out the rice oil, and a thick, shiny layer of rice oil will form on the surface.
Wait until the rice in the casserole is boiled and cooked, then add the mashed century eggs and lean meat, add a little salt to season, stir with chopsticks, and eat when the meat is cooked.
Song Jin thinks this porridge is good for breakfast or midnight snack. It is hot enough to warm the body and stomach, so he cooks a big pot every day. When the weather gets cold, he replaces the boiled chicken with it.
The people in the government office seemed to have gotten used to the existence of milk tea, and they still asked people to pick it every day. Song Jin never asked about Ji Shubai's situation, and was even afraid that the officer would bring it up, so he just greeted him every day and refused to say a few words.
However, her father brought back news one day, saying that Ji Shubai seemed to have been living in the old house of the Ji family.
He usually lived in the government office and only went back during holidays, so her father rarely met Ji Shubai.
But these few days are an exception. Qingshan has been at home, so Ji Shubai must be at home too. Finally, he asked:
"Why didn't he invite you when he was at home?"
Song Jin buried his head in drinking porridge and didn't want to answer.
"Are you having a conflict?"
"He's busy."
"Why doesn't he go to the government office if he's busy? What is he busy at home? He's nowhere to be seen all day, and he stays in his room without coming out. What could he be busy with?"
Song Jin put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I'm full."
"Who did you learn this bad temper from? Your father is talking to you."
Song Jin ignored him, pulled his cotton coat closer and walked towards the street.
She was upset.
It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and the north wind took away the heat from his face, causing Song Jin to feel pain on his cheeks. It was so cold before it even snowed, and he really didn't know how he would survive the rainy and snowy days.
Song Jin shrank his neck and regretted running out the door.
Lu's Food Shop was not far from the street corner and was originally named after the locust tree. In spring, it was covered with green grass and was spectacular when it bloomed. Unfortunately, Song Jin had never seen it in spring and had only heard about it from others.
But it was different now. Many leaves had fallen, leaving only bare branches pointing towards the gloomy sky. The more Song Jin looked at it, the colder he felt. He began to miss the charcoal fire in the shop.
The warmth on Song Jin's body could not withstand the north wind. When he decided to turn around, he caught a glimpse of two people standing under the bare tree. One of them was wearing a dark blue gray squirrel skin cloak and standing there motionless.
Song Jin hesitated and stared blankly in that direction until Qingshan ran over.
"Go meet my master."
Song Jin didn't move.
"I beg you, please go and see my master."
"If he wants to see me, he will come. If he doesn't come, it means he doesn't want to see me."
"He's already here, can't you just take a few steps? Do you have to torment my master like this?"
Song Jin turned his head away: "I didn't bother him."
"My dear, please consider this as a plea from you. We are all in this together after all, so just consider it as helping me."
After saying that, he didn't care whether Song Jin was willing or not, and dragged him down the tree where only bare branches were left.
Qingshan was tactful. He immediately slipped away after bringing the people over and stood not far away watching the two of them.
The atmosphere was awkward.
Song Jin turned his head away stiffly, refusing to look at Ji Shubai.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"How dare I?"
"You're just angry when you say that."
Song Jin pursed his lips.
"You don't want to see me, do you?"
Song Jin was annoyed: "It's obviously you who don't want to see me. If you want to see me, you would have written to invite me. Otherwise, I would be in that shop. I didn't stop you from coming. It's obviously you who don't want to see me, why are you blaming me?"
Ji Shubai had been scolded by her more than once, and he seemed to be used to it, and now he lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, I was scared that day."
Ji Shubai's voice was barely audible. If it weren't for the cold weather and the few people on the street, Song Jin would probably not have been able to hear it.
He said he was scared.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not your wife. Even if I want to imitate Pan Jinlian, I can't kill you."
Ji Shubai lowered his head even lower.
"I did not mean that......"
"What do you mean?"
Song Jin was aggressive, and Ji Shubai had a lot to say but didn't know how to say it.
"Today is not a day off. My Lord, you should get busy. I have to be busy too."
Song Jin was about to leave after she finished speaking, but Ji Shubai grabbed her wrist with such force that it hurt.
"But...but I'm sick, so I'm not allowed to rest at home?"
"If you are sick, then...are you sick?" Song Jin reacted slowly.
"I am also a human being, how come I won't get sick?"
Song Jin rubbed his nose and said, "Oh, then you should just rest at home. It's cold here, and standing any longer will make you even sicker."
Ji Shubai didn't let go or say anything, just hung his head.
Under normal circumstances, Song Jin would have called out long ago, but today he was sick, so she was rarely gentle.
"Where's the sedan?"
"Not far."
"I'll take you there."
Song Jin left after she finished speaking, but Ji Shubai didn't move. He held her with one hand, feeling very aggrieved.
"I am ill."
"I know, so you need to go back and recuperate."
Ji Shubai threw her hand away and turned his back: "I'm not leaving."
Song Jin chased over and asked, "Why don't you leave? Is it fun to be sick?"
Ji Shubai wiped his body again and refused to face her.
"If you die of illness, I will have no one to rely on."
"Can't you say something nice? Who would treat their backers like this?"
Ji Shubai's face turned red, and even his eyes turned red.
"You have a fever?"
"I should have asked this question earlier."
Song Jin realized that this was a complaint that she didn't care enough.
"Then I'll take you back?"
Ji Shubai didn't move.
"I cooked porridge today. It tastes fresh and all the neighbors love it. Do you want to try it?"
Ji Shubai still didn't move, and Song Jin scratched his head anxiously.
Men are trouble.
"So...what do you want?"
"I want to eat porridge."
"Then go to my shop."
Song Jin dragged the person away, but the person behind him was so heavy that he couldn't pull him away at all.
He is a stubborn person and refuses to move.
"I want to go home and eat."
"Then I'll install it for you and take it back?" Song Jin didn't seem gentle for a moment before he started to act sarcastic.
Unexpectedly, Ji Shubai shook her hand away and said, "I want to eat fresh food. Go back and cook it for me."
Song Jin had just given him a bit of good face because he was sick, but now he started to get ahead of himself and raised his chin up on the spot, ready to curse.
Unexpectedly, Ji Shubai said: "I am your supporter, you should treat me better."
Song Jin held back his curse words.
"Okay, Ji Kaoshan, I'll go to your house and cook it for you. But it takes a long time to cook porridge, I hope you're not starving to death by the time I'm done."
After Song Jin was full of sarcasm, she returned to the shop and said a few words to the shop assistants. When her father heard that she was going to Master Ji's house, he immediately smiled and threw all the unhappiness aside, wishing that his daughter would not come back tonight.
When Song Jin came back, Ji Shubai had already sat in the sedan chair. There was another small sedan chair next to it, which was prepared for Song Jin.
Song Jin sneered. He really had found himself a little ancestor to rely on, and he was even able to control him.
When you recover from your illness, I will show you how I will deal with you.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
