Song Sanhe was the same.
After a long silence, Li Jumei said, "You can just go to a place like that?"
“When I went there, it wasn’t like this now, and I was very careful. I didn’t run into a single acquaintance.”
This is the truth. Song Lan did sell wild ginseng on the black market, and the price he sold it for was not low. He also received a lot of receipts from the seller.
The cloth and cotton used to make the cotton-padded clothes were bought on the black market.
Originally, Song Lan planned to use the cloth in her space to make cotton-padded clothes, but the cloth was not cotton. It was the kudzu cloth worn by ordinary people in her original world, or the silk worn by wealthy people. Obviously, it was not suitable to use these materials to make cotton-padded clothes.
So, when Song Lan saw that someone was selling flawed black and navy blue cotton cloth on the black market, she bought a lot of it at once.
Of course, the fabric bought for Qin Yaxin and her sister, as well as for making cotton-padded clothes for herself, was red and black plaid.
With her spatial ability at her disposal, Song Lan wasn't worried at all about buying too many things and being seen or having her secrets exposed. She simply went to a secluded place, and with a thought, the things in her hands disappeared.
Needless to say, space played a crucial role in order to produce the cotton-padded clothes that were needed.
After all, the flow of time is different from that of the outside world.
Song Lan sewed the cotton-padded clothes she needed, and it really didn't take much time to come out of the space.
She originally planned to have a tailor make a few pieces, but after thinking it over, she felt it wasn't necessary to go through all that trouble, so she decided to do it all herself.
"Don't go to places like that again!"
Song Sanhe said, "Don't bring anything home anymore. If you're short on money, just tell your mother. Although our family isn't wealthy, we can still help you out in an emergency."
"I don't lack money."
Song Lan was both amused and exasperated.
"Sis, you don't need to pretend in front of our family. If you really don't need the money, why are you going to the black market?"
Song Guoqing frowned and said, "It's dangerous there. I don't want you to go there again, sister!"
"Why don't you believe me? Selling wild ginseng on the black market is just a way to have more money on hand for a rainy day."
At this point, Song Lan tugged at Li Jumei's sleeve and said, "Mom, I think I told you before that I sold wild ginseng on the black market. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"When did you tell me? How come I didn't know?"
Li Jumei frowned, unable to come up with anything.
"Mom, you must have been too busy and forgot."
Song Lan smiled and said, "I won't go to the black market anymore, so you and Dad can rest assured."
She stood up and picked up the things she needed to take to the forest farm: "Brother, let's go to the forest farm."
His gaze shifted from Song Qingbin to Song Sanhe and Li Jumei: "Mom and Dad, if you still have anything to say to me, let's talk about it slowly when I get back."
"She's trying to avoid us!"
Li Jumei said to Song Sanhe, and upon hearing this, Song Sanhe opened his mouth, but Song Lan spoke first: "Absolutely not, I just want to go and come back as soon as possible."
...
On their way to the forest farm, Song Lan and Song Qingbin happened to meet Fu Jinheng. The three of them traveled together and chatted with Fu Wenhan for about an hour after arriving at the large forest farm. Then they said goodbye and walked back to the foot of the mountain.
"I have surgery to perform tomorrow, and I need to go back and work out the surgical plan. I won't be able to come today, but please remember to give my regards to Uncle Song and Aunt Song."
The three stopped at a fork in the road. Song Lan invited Fu Jinheng to her home, and Song Qingbin also extended an invitation. However, Fu Jinheng declined without hesitation.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
Song Lan did not insist.
To put it bluntly, she was only extending a polite invitation, but since the other party had important business to attend to, it would seem rather inconsiderate of her to continue inviting them to her home.
Watching Fu Jinheng walk away, Song Lan and Song Qingbin stepped onto the dirt road leading to Shisong Village.
As I walked in, I was greeted by Song Guoqing's voice: "Sister! Brother! Did you come back just in time? Our lunch is just out of the pot."
"It's not that my older brother and I came back at the exact time; it's that we and our mother had a telepathic connection."
Song Lan responded with a smile.
“Then I also have a telepathic connection with our mother.”
Song Guoqing stood at the kitchen doorway, chuckling.
"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and take your bowl!"
Li Jumei's urging voice came from the kitchen.
"Coming right away."
Song Guoqing responded and was already in the kitchen in the blink of an eye.
Lunch was braised noodles. Li Jumei made it based on the estimated time when Song Lan and Song Qingbin would return. With Song Guoqing helping to start the fire, the braised noodles were made quickly.
There's still some in the pot.
Seeing that Song Lan had finished eating what was in her bowl, Li Jumei couldn't help but say something.
"I'm full."
Song Lan shook her head.
“You only eat so little every time you go home, no wonder you’re so thin.”
Li Jumei thought her daughter had a small appetite, but Song Lan didn't think so. Ever since she first came to the village to meet her relatives, she noticed that the rice bowls at this family's house were much bigger than the bowls she used in her own small house.
For example, if she eats a bowl of stewed noodles at her parents' house, it's equivalent to eating two bowls at her own home.
Not to mention, her mother always served her rice almost level with the surface of the bowl.
That's too honest!
"My younger sister's family has two bowls, which is equivalent to one of ours. Mom, you always serve my younger sister such full bowls of rice. Watching my younger sister force herself to finish the whole bowl of rice, I can't help but feel sorry for her."
Song Qingbin smiled and helped Song Lan out of the predicament.
"Sis, Mom definitely thinks you have a small appetite."
Song Guoqing winked at Song Lan, a scene witnessed by Li Jumei. She glared at Song Guoqing and said, "Your sister eats so little; in my eyes, she has a tiny appetite."
"I'm really full!"
Song Lan smiled helplessly.
"Okay, okay, I got it. You're still going to the Xiao family's place, right? Go ahead, leave the dishes in the kitchen and I'll wash them later."
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