Chapter 143 Brother and Sister Quarrel
Song Liyun stepped forward and grabbed Song Zhenping's arm: "Song Zhenping, Xiaoan wants to go, so you have to go too."
Song Zhenping pulled his arm back, but instead of shaking her hand off, he staggered.
Suddenly, he was a little annoyed: "If I say I won't go, then I won't go. Usually, we listen to you in everything at home. Can you listen to me this time? I am the one who calls the shots in this family."
"Song Zhenping, do you know what you are talking about? What is the master of the house?"
Song Liyun screamed in anger and threw her hand away.
Song Zhenping was free, but he didn't say a word. He ran out quickly with a limp and without raising his head.
At the kitchen door, Yunniang looked worried as she looked at Song Liyun with a gloomy face.
It was the first time she saw the brother and sister quarreling, and also the first time she saw the smiling Song Liyun angry.
"Girl...don't be angry with Daping. He definitely didn't mean to make you angry."
Song Liyun didn't say anything, just withdrew her hand and looked at her palm carefully.
To be honest, when I first came into contact with this body, my pair of chicken claw-like hands were covered with white and tender skin, which was caused by years of being soaked in water.
When she arrived in Suijin Town, Song Zhenping didn't want her to do any rough work, and now her hair has become smooth and delicate.
She had no doubt about Song Zhenping's love for her and Xiao An, even when Song Zhenping said hurtful words at this time, she did not doubt it.
She was just wondering what made Song Zhenping refuse treatment?
Are you worried about the effect of treatment?
But this time when I went to the provincial capital, I was not going to receive treatment immediately. I needed to take care of my body first and ask a doctor to diagnose me.
It seems we need to talk about it again.
Outside Baolinju, Song Zhenping squatted on the ground, pounding his head hard. He wished he could die by banging his head against the wall.
Yun'er worked hard to earn money and even asked someone to find a doctor to treat her legs, but she still said such hurtful words to her.
This family depends entirely on Yun'er. As a brother, I am useless, and I still have the nerve to ask about being the head of the family.
But the words had already been spoken, and Yun'er must have been sad.
How should I explain why I don’t want treatment?
I didn't do it for the money, I was just afraid that if the disease couldn't be cured, I would have to experience the feeling of being unable to move again.
If I tell it out loud, Yun'er will definitely laugh at me.
At the beginning, his leg was injured by Song Defu and he never received treatment. He had to drag his injured leg to work and carry firewood every day.
If Xiao An didn't still need his care, the unbearable pain and despair would have forced him to jump into the river.
He was really scared!
Although my legs are lame now, I can still walk.
In Suijin Town this winter, he had been wearing warm clothes and had a heated kang, so he even felt less pain from the cold.
Especially in the greenhouse, he didn't feel there was anything wrong with his legs.
But if he went for treatment and it didn't work... he couldn't imagine whether he could accept it.
Song Zhenping walked towards the fields outside the town with a dazed mind, and didn't even notice Han Ming who was coming across from him.
Han Ming saw that he looked dazed, so he quickly put away the cart with the acorn baskets and came forward to grab him. "Daping, Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Song Zhenping blinked hard a few times before coming back to his senses. Seeing that it was Han Ming, he immediately dropped his hoe and squatted on the ground again: "Uncle Han, am I useless? I can't compare to Yun'er!"
Han Ming didn't know what he was talking about. It was useless to say anything. It seemed that no one could compare to Song Liyun, and even he himself had to admit defeat.
However, Song Zhenping grew vegetables in the backyard of Baolinju particularly well.
It is almost March now, and the cabbages, eggplants and beans are still growing one after another.
We can eat any kind of dishes we want at home, and all this is thanks to Song Zhenping.
Could it be that Miss Song had a quarrel with the boss?
Han Ming threw the cart into the woods outside the house and shouted to the man on the wall, "Master, the cart is left here. I'm going to the fields with the boss."
After saying that, he quickly walked out with Song Zhenping and casually asked him why he was worried just now.
Although he was a hired worker of the Song family, he was actually treated as their master by the Song family.
Now that the two masters are quarreling, he must mediate.
By the courtyard wall, Heijin poked his head out to look around, then closed his eyes, scratched his itch and basked in the sun.
Next to it, at the highest point of the roof, solar panels are charging powerful electric rods.
In the fields, the townspeople have already started working, moving the manure they had accumulated at home over the winter into the fields.
Suijin Town has few people and the land is concentrated in the sandy areas along the river, which is relatively fertile.
Song Zhenping was envious of the rows of winter wheat that had turned green.
The ten acres of land he was allocated is still barren and full of weeds. If he wants to farm, he has to reclaim the land first.
The dead grass must be ignited first, and then the soil can be turned over after it is burned. This will kill the grass seeds and insect eggs, and also increase fertility.
Seeing that Song Zhenping and Han Ming were going to reclaim the wasteland, the neighbors came to help.
These were all from the town. Song Zhenping didn't know some of them, but they still smiled brightly and politely at him.
Han Ming shouted to everyone, "Everyone, lend a hand and keep watch over the surroundings. I'm going to light the fire."
As he spoke, a fire was started. As the dry grass crackled, thick smoke suddenly billowed and could be seen from a distance.
Soon, the thick smoke attracted the attention of the guards, and several horses came out from there.
Zhou Xiaoqi and three soldiers rode to the riverside and saw that it was Song Zhenping who was burning the wasteland, so they dismounted and came over.
"Daping, your land is here?"
When the site was selected, it was Xue Zhuang who helped, and Zhou Xiaoqi didn't know about it.
When Song Zhenping saw Zhou Xiaoqi, he was about to bow his head when he was stopped: "Hey! Let's not be polite. If you want to farm, send some people from the garrison to help you!"
Song Zhenping quickly refused: "You usually have to take turns guarding the gate, and training is already hard..."
"Hey! That's being too formal. I'll have someone go back and tell them." Zhou Xiaoqi said to a sergeant who had followed him, "Go back to the camp and tell anyone who's free to come and help."
The soldier responded and rode back.
Song Zhenping was a little frightened. It was against military regulations to let the soldiers from the garrison work for him.
Zhou Xiaoqi looked at the uneasy Song Zhenping and said with a smile, "It's okay, the brothers are all thanking your family!"
It turned out that the garrison had paid out salaries yesterday, not only in full, but also with extra dividends.
Wang Junxu said that this was the money the garrison earned from selling Song family vegetables.
Although the money was not much, the soldier would get two hundred coins more after it was distributed.
This was almost unimaginable in the past.
Ever since the great victory in the battle a few years ago, the higher-ups have issued rewards.
The Zhenbei Army might be in arrears with monthly wages, but the rewards for killing the enemy would never be less to encourage the bravery of the soldiers.
Everyone will be rewarded based on their merits, and soldiers who kill enemies will receive at least five taels of silver.
Zhou Xiaoqi was a scout on fast horse. He received 15 taels of silver and asked someone to take it back to his hometown.
Soldiers make money by killing enemies like this.
I thought I had no chance to get money again, but now, only a month has passed and the camp is distributing silver again.
He was a small flag officer and earned two taels of silver more than a private.
(End of this chapter)
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