Chapter 92: Retribution is like an old man
Song Jin had just uttered two cultured sentences, feeling extremely proud, and was running ahead with a smile on his face, when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Her smile faded and she looked back, only to see Ji Shubai chasing after her with his long legs.
"ah--"
Song Jin exclaimed, threw away the dogtail grass, and ran as hard as he could, cursing in his heart as he ran:
This kid has no tolerance! When I tell him not to be so proud, he chases people like a vicious dog. He is so petty!
Unexpectedly, after she ran two steps, Ji Shubai's long legs were behind her and a hand was on her right shoulder.
Song Jin didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly turned around, swung his right arm up, and drew a circle in the air.
Ji Shubai was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and his steps naturally stopped. However, during this moment of stunnedness, Song Jin's right hand had already wrapped around his arm, and his foot was blocking the right side of his body in an invisible place. Then his left hand stretched out and rested on the left side of his neck.
With just that push, Ji Shubai lost his balance and fell to the right. Before he fell, he saw Song Jin's smug smile.
Retribution, it must be.
He had never fought with anyone in his life. The only time he did so was when he whipped Song Jin. This time, Song Jin tripped him and he fell on the grass slope. His whole body rolled down uncontrollably.
If this isn’t retribution, what is?
Ji Shubai's panicked screams and Song Jin's laughter of success mixed together, forming a unique scenery on this grassy slope.
When Ji Shubai finally stopped moving, his face was already flushed red. It was hard to tell whether it was because of the heat, panic, or embarrassment. His hat had rolled away and he didn't know where it had gone.
"My Lord, are you okay? Hahahaha—"
Song Jin didn't see this as a trouble at all, it was more like a joke, he stood on the top of the slope and laughed happily.
Ji Shubai got up angrily, patted the weeds off his body angrily, and finally glared at Song Jin, who was bent over with laughter on the top of the slope, trying to make her reflect on herself.
"Don't be angry, sir. Don't you think this is funny?"
Rolling on the grass slope, what an interesting thing.
Ji Shubai didn't feel that way, he just felt extremely embarrassed.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Jin knew that he was a little angry. He said something petty in his heart, but kept smiling on his face.
"My lord, wait a minute. I'll roll one for you to see."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Shubai didn't even have time to stop him. He saw Song Jin put his hands on his chest, lay down on his own, and rolled down smoothly.
Her clear laughter drew a long arc on the grass slope, and she laughed all the way down the slope.
Ji Shubai stared blankly, not understanding why she could be so happy about such an extremely embarrassing thing, until he saw a protruding stone on the grass where Song Jin was about to roll over.
Almost instinctively, Ji Shubai rushed over, half-crouched, stretched out his arms, and blocked the stone.
Song Jin rolled down happily until he fell into Ji Shubai's arms.
"Um?"
Song Jin didn't even have time to pay attention to why he was in Ji Shubai's arms. He let out a puzzled sound and looked down while holding Ji Shubai's arm.
There is still a long way to go, and the happiness is half gone.
"Why are you stopping me?"
Ji Shubai was a little angry, thinking that she was a little ungrateful, so he said in a harsh tone: "There are rocks underneath."
Only then did Song Jin stick his head out further to look down more carefully.
"Oh, I didn't see it just now."
Song Jin turned over and got up without a care in the world. Ji Shubai only felt a lightness in his arms, and the man stood up, holding his head with both hands and asked doubtfully:
"Hey, where's my hat?"
After saying that, he looked at Ji Shubai again: "Hey, where's your hat?"
Ji Shubai snorted and laughed, then raised his leg and walked upwards.
The hat had fallen off while rolling down, so the two of them went back together to pick it up.
"Like the rolling grass slope?"
"Yeah, I used to play it when I was a kid."
Ji Shubai curled his lips. It was unlikely that the Bai family would have a grass slope to roll on, but now he had gotten used to it and even believed it a little.
"Besides the rolling grass slope, what else can we play?"
Song Jin walked and thought, with the sound of cicadas chirping in his ears.
"Catch the cicada."
Ji Shubai laughed, bent down to pick up his hat, gently patted the dust and weeds on it, and put it on his head.
"Wait--" Song Jin stopped him: "There's grass on your head."
She tucked her hat under her armpit, rolled up her sleeves with both hands, motioned Ji Shubai to bend down and pick up the weeds on his head, then said:
"Help me take a look."
After saying that, she also imitated Ji Shubai, bent down and pushed her head forward. Ji Shubai smiled. With her height, she also wanted to bend down.
He smiled faintly, without saying a word, and silently helped her pick away the dry weeds on her head and neck, then took out the hat from under her armpit and put it on her. Only then did Song Jin raise her head and adjust the hat out of habit.
"Is it correct?"
Ji Shubai hummed softly: "It's correct."
Then he lowered his head and asked, "What about me?"
Song Jin reached out and held Ji Shubai's face, and lifted his head up: "Look up to see if the hat is straight."
Ji Shubai had no experience in putting on a hat, and he didn't do it properly at all. Song Jin stood on tiptoe to straighten his hat, and when he turned around and was about to walk up, Ji Shubai pulled him back again.
He grabbed Song Jin's arm and gently pulled down the sleeve she had just rolled up.
“Don’t push your sleeves up.”
“That’s convenient.”
“Don’t push your sleeves up.”
Ji Shubai was very persistent. He pulled down both of her sleeves, smoothed them out, and then let go and walked up the grass slope.
Song Jin looked at his sleeves that were pulled straight, sighed, and followed.
"Your hobby is quite strange." Ji Shubai said lightly in front.
"What's so strange about this? Didn't you play as a kid?"
Ji Shubai's childhood scenes flashed through his mind, and he said seriously, "I haven't played much."
"No wonder he's so stubborn, like an old man."
Ji Shubai was scolded again and couldn't help but stop and glare at Song Jin. Song Jin was confused by his glare and secretly cursed him for being stingy.
This is the third time today.
"If you keep talking like this, do you believe I will push you down?"
His face looked serious, and he thought, this was unusual and scary enough.
However, Song Jin glanced down the slope, adjusted his position to avoid the rock, and said excitedly, "Come on, push me."
The gleam in his eyes clearly showed that he was looking forward to being pushed.
Ji Shubai was both angry and amused. He put his hands behind his back and continued walking upstairs, not wanting to pay any more attention to her.
He was a little confused about this person, but let her be.
Ji Shubai was very busy during his time in Wujiang County, and Song Jin was also busy, running out of the city to find the old woman to treat her legs. Ji Shubai did not have time to accompany her every day, but just arranged a sedan chair to pick her up every day.
The magistrate was quite good at currying favor and arranged for a clerk to follow him, saying that it would make things easier for him. This made things difficult for Song Jin.
To be honest, the days without Ji Shubai were quite boring. Not to mention rolling on the grass slope, she had to pretend to be decent all the time so that the clerk wouldn't find out that she was a woman. She was almost suffocating and found excuses every day not to let the clerk into the house so as to avoid being exposed.
Finally one day, Ji Shubai was free again and said he could accompany her out of the city. Song Jin was so happy that she almost jumped up. Ji Shubai felt that the old woman was indeed as good as her reputation and was a good healer.
However, the weather did not go as planned. It started to rain on the way back to the city, and everyone had to find a pavilion to rest.
The pavilion was built along the river. Although it was simple, it was spacious. Song Jin sat on a stool, leaning on a beauty backrest, and looked outside.
The land baked by the sun was wet with rain, and the fresh scent of earth rose from the ground with the last bit of temperature and went straight into Song Jin's nostrils.
The leaves that were almost curled up due to the sun gradually stretched out under the rain, like peacocks parading through the city, each one appearing to be in competition with an unprecedented emerald green, so much so that the surface of the lake also presented a rare deep green.
Green sky, green land, green lake, a verdant world.
A cool breeze came over him and Song Jin closed his eyes gently.
"What are you going to do when you get back to Changzhou County?"
"Open a restaurant." Song Jin blurted out without thinking.
The people are ready, the place can be changed, and the capital is also there. Even if it is not as good as before, it is not a problem to support a group of people with my skills. When I save money, I can buy land and change to a big restaurant, and I can always survive.
"Aren't you afraid that your former master's family will cause trouble for you?"
After hearing this, Song Jin opened his eyes: "I am doing business peacefully, what can she do to me?"
Ji Shubai smiled, repeated Song Jin's words "Do business peacefully" and sat down next to Song Jin: "This method doesn't make money quickly."
Song Jin was restless and greedy for money, and he really didn't believe that she would do business peacefully.
Looking back, she was able to save up enough money to escape from her citizenship quickly because of her luck and ability. Her signature Guangzhou cuisine and the censor's love for her caught Chai Heng's eye, and she saved up the money to escape from her citizenship with the reward money.
Doing business honestly means relying solely on your ability, and this method of making money is indeed not quick.
In her previous life, Song Jin watched many people struggling in the business world, and she had seen a lot of things that were both visible and invisible. Even in this world, she understood that the wealth of those wealthy people did not come from hard work, otherwise a servant like her would be the richest, so she couldn't say that as long as she was a good person, all good luck would come to her.
"Sir," Song Jin quietly slid towards Ji Shubai, "I think what you said makes sense."
Ji Shubai was stunned when he heard this, and Qingshan’s words suddenly popped up in his mind.
Calling yourself a slave will bring bad luck.
"You need me for something?"
Song Jin chuckled and sat up straight: "Sir, I think what you said makes sense, so I have thought of a solution."
"What is the solution?"
"My lord, think about it. The censor who has been to Guangdong is here, and Mr. Chai wants me, who is good at Cantonese cuisine, to be the kitchen servant. If my lord likes my food, will he ask me to be the kitchen servant next time?"
Song Jin smiled, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions.
"You want me to ask Chai Heng to let you cook."
"You don't have to come every day. You often visit the Chai family. If you just mention that you like my food, he will come to me."
Ji Shubai sneered and knew that she had bad intentions. This was what she was planning.
He crossed his arms, frowned, and teased her with an embarrassed look:
"Is that so? But I feel like the food you cook...I haven't eaten it for a long time. The last time I had snacks was thanks to Master Pan. I don't remember the taste of your food."
"I'll do it for you tonight."
Ji Shubai's evil plan succeeded, and he showed a satisfied smile. Song Jin knew that he did it on purpose, but she had no choice but to jump in, because she needed help from others.
“No spicy food.”
This reminder that there was a reason for everything made Song Jin laugh so hard that he doubled over.
The rain got heavier, falling like beads under the eaves, hitting the ground with a clattering sound, but it couldn't drown out Song Jin's laughter.
Crisp and loud.
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