Chapter 231 You have to live well and live seriously
In fact, if Sang Zhixia hadn't heard that the price of grain in the county town was changing every day and was showing a trend of remaining high, he wouldn't have rushed here specially today.
The steward's face became solemn and he nodded respectfully: "Boss, you are right. I have taken note of it."
Sang Zhixia nodded and stood up to take a look at the granary in the back street. After confirming one by one, when he walked out of the granary, he found that snowflakes had been floating in the sky at some point, and a thin layer of snow had piled up on the ground.
Song Liu squatted on the ground, sweating profusely from his busy work. He exhaled a puff of white air and said with a smile, "The boss is out."
"Uh-huh."
Sang Zhixia looked at the chain in his hand and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Boss, you don't know that when it snows, the wheels of the carriage will easily slip on the ground, especially for a small carriage with only one horse. Once it slips, it will be a disaster."
Song Liu raised the iron chain in his hand and shook it, explaining, "It will be much more stable if we tie it to the wheel with this iron chain. I'll wrap it around here soon. Boss, please get in the car and sit down first."
Xue Liu held up a snow umbrella to shield Sang Zhixia's head and said softly, "Boss, the snow is falling and the wind is cold. Please get in the car first."
Although Xue Liu has only been here for one day, he has a strong ability to adapt.
Song Liu and others took a long time to change their words, but it only took half a day for them to change their ways with her. They treated Sang Zhixia with great care and did not make Sang Zhixia feel overly warm or uncomfortable.
Sang Zhixia had a very good impression of her and said with a smile, "I'm not that delicate."
"By the way, I'm going to find an old man in a few days to revise the recipe. If you..."
Sang Zhixia glanced at the veil on her head and paused, then got into the car and sat down, then said naturally, "Come with me, and let the old man take a look at you."
Doctor Hu stayed in the Northwest Camp. Although he seldom came out, he never lost contact with the Xu family. Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would ask the old man to go to the grain store in the county town to play a few games of chess.
In a few days, it will be time for Sang Zhixia to ask the old man to take her pulse as usual.
If I'm lucky, I might not need to take tonics for a while.
If you are unlucky, you can only hold your nose and listen to Doctor Hu pointing at your nose and scolding you, and then go home to take the medicine.
Xue Liu himself was quite calm about this, and said self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, Boss. I'm afraid my face will never heal."
It doesn't have to get better.
Sang Zhixia shook her head disapprovingly. "How can there really be no solution? It all depends on whether you're willing to put in the effort to think of a solution."
"If it doesn't work this time, try again next time. If it doesn't work twice, there's always a third time."
Song Liu had probably fastened the chain, and with a sigh, the carriage slowly moved forward.
Sang Zhixia raised her hand to lift a corner of the car curtain, looked at the snowflakes falling outside the car window, and sighed: "You have suffered so much and lived until now, not to suffer in life. You have to live well and live seriously."
If those who survive with great difficulty always put themselves in the abyss of self-torture, then wouldn't it be even more meaningless for those who die for it?
The past is too bloody to delve into.
But as long as we are alive, we must always move forward step by step.
Sang Zhixia stopped talking, and Xue Liu's neck, which had been straight up, slumped down silently.
The car was quiet all the way. When we arrived at the door of our house, the snow on the road was deep enough to cover our ankles.
Song Liu drove Xue Liu directly to the Xu family's old house.
After waiting for half a day, Xu Wenxiu heaved a sigh of relief and pulled Sang Zhixia into the house. "The snow was getting heavier, and I was worried you wouldn't be able to come back today. Fortunately, you made it home before nightfall."
In the spacious and warm main room, all the little ones were there.
Sang Zhixia took off her cloak and shook it, then smiled and replied to Xu Wenxiu. Turning around, she saw Xu Mingyang, who was roasting chestnuts over a charcoal fire, looking at her with shining eyes. She curled her lips and waved mysteriously at him, "Xu Mingyang, come here."
Xu Yanran took a look and silently stopped Xu Jinxi who wanted to go forward to join in the fun.
Four-year-old Xu Mingxu narrowed his eyes as he watched Xu Mingyang rush over. Then, Sang Zhixia's hand, which was inserted into the back of his neck, froze him so hard that he cried out, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I was wrong!"
"Please spare me! I won't go to the greenhouse to catch loaches and fish! Never again!"
"You're so shameless, kid."
Sang Zhixia knocked him on the forehead in annoyance, but before she could finish her scolding she laughed.
"They haven't had time to plant rice in the greenhouse over there yet. They put some fish in there, but how big were they when they were put in? They were less than two months old. How could you catch them and eat them?"
"Catching fish and digging out loaches is fine, but how did you get beaten up by the Huo family kid in the paddy field? When the Huo family's sister-in-law saw me today, she just said that our Xu Mingyang is getting better and better at fighting, and he can beat two people at once. She only asked if you have made such great progress in your studies. I was speechless!"
Whenever people asked about other aspects of his progress, such as how many more bowls of rice he had eaten or how many more sets of boxing he had practiced, Sang Zhixia would always have something to say.
But if you ask how Xu Mingyang's studies are going...
Then Sang Zhixia really had nothing to say.
This kid is a piece of rotten wood that neither the old man nor Xu Minghui can teach. Who dares to say that this kid can become smart in the hands of some god?
Xu Mingyang covered his neck and sniffed, curling his lips in disdain, "Huo Jiandan is so disloyal! Why did he go home and complain?"
"Is that someone's complaint?"
The old man lifted the curtain and walked in, his face darkening as he said, "They fought in the paddy fields, and they were all covered in mud and water. And that kid came home wrapped in your cotton-padded jacket. Who in the village could not guess what happened?"
The fields everywhere were frozen solid, and only the Xu family and the village chief's family could still roll around in the greenhouses.
The village chief and his family protected the greenhouse as if it were their own eyeball. Isn't it obvious where these rascals were rolling around?
Xu Mingyang was caught and touched his nose and kept silent, looking like he had changed his ways. He served tea and water, moved stools, and even wanted to massage the old man's shoulders.
The old man chased him away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Go away, don't show yourself in front of me."
"Have you finished writing today's characters? If not, I'll spank you!"
Xu Mingyang, wrapped in belated fear, went to remedy the situation, while Sang Zhixia had enough fun, holding the teacup in her hand and enjoying herself.
The old man looked at her with a smile: "Just focus on having fun with Xu Mingyang, have you finished writing?"
Sang Zhixia said seriously: "I've finished writing."
"I always take it as a top priority what my grandfather tells me to do."
"It's a good thing to have this kind of self-awareness. It will save you from being spanked along with Xu Mingyang."
After the old man finished talking about Sang Zhixia, he waved and called the three well-behaved and talented little ones over, and checked them one by one, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, although the Xu family has suffered a bitter fate like Xu Mingyang, there are still people who can be taught."
"You guys go bring me the calligraphy you've been practicing lately. Bring it back when you're done."
Xu Yanran took Xu Mingxu and Xu Jinxi out. Sang Zhixia slowly put down the teacup in her hand and asked in surprise, "Grandfather, do you have something to tell me?"
The old man sighed and said, "You are very smart, girl."
"Let me ask you, are you aware of the increase in grain prices at the various grain stores in the county?"
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