Song Liyun stepped forward and grabbed Song Zhenping's arm: "Song Zhenping, if Xiao An is going, you should go too."
Song Zhenping pulled his arm back, but instead of shaking off her hand, he staggered.
She was immediately annoyed: "I said I'm not going, and I mean it. We always listen to you at home, but can you listen to me this time? I'm the one in charge here."
"Song Zhenping, do you know what you're saying? What does it mean to be the one in charge?"
Song Liyun yelled angrily and flung her hand away.
Song Zhenping was free, but he didn't say a word. He limped away and ran out quickly without raising his head.
At the kitchen door, Yunniang looked worried as she gazed at Song Liyun, whose face was grim.
She had never seen the brother and sister argue before, and it was also the first time she had ever seen the usually smiling Song Liyun get angry.
“Girl… don’t be angry with Daping, he definitely didn’t mean to upset you.”
Song Liyun didn't say anything, but withdrew her hand and looked carefully at her palm.
To be honest, when I first came into contact with this body, its hands, which looked like chicken claws, were covered in dead white, tender skin, the result of years of touching water.
When they arrived in Suijin Town, Song Zhenping didn't want her to do any rough work. Now, her skin is smooth and delicate.
She never doubted Song Zhenping's love and care for her and Xiao An, even when Song Zhenping said hurtful things at this moment.
She could only wonder what made Song Zhenping refuse treatment.
Are you worried about the outcome of the treatment?
However, this trip to the prefectural city is not for immediate treatment; the body needs to be conditioned first, and a doctor needs to diagnose it.
It seems we need to have another proper discussion.
Outside Baolin Residence, Song Zhenping squatted on the ground, pounding his head violently, wishing he could just smash his head against it and die.
Yun'er worked hard to earn money and even asked someone to find a doctor to treat her leg, yet you still said those hurtful things to her.
This family relies entirely on Yun'er. I, as the older brother, am utterly useless. How dare I even mention being the head of the household?
But the words had already been spoken, and Yun'er was sure to be heartbroken.
How should I explain why I don't want to receive treatment?
I'm not doing this for the money; I'm just afraid that if I can't be cured, I'll have to experience the feeling of being unable to move again.
If I told her, Yun'er would definitely laugh at me.
Back then, his leg was injured by Song Defu and he never received treatment. He still had to drag his injured leg to work every day, carrying firewood.
If it weren't for the fact that Xiao An still needed his care, the unbearable pain and despair would have driven him to the point where he wanted to jump into the river.
He was really scared!
Although my leg is lame now, I can still walk.
He stayed warm all winter in Suijin Town and had a heated kang bed, so he experienced much less of the aches and pains caused by the cold.
Especially in the greenhouse, he didn't even feel that there was anything wrong with his legs.
But if he goes for treatment and it doesn't work... he can't imagine whether he can accept it.
Song Zhenping walked aimlessly into the fields outside the town, not even noticing Han Ming coming from the opposite direction.
Seeing that he seemed dazed, Han Ming quickly put down the cart full of acorn baskets and came forward to grab him: "Daping, boss, what's wrong?"
Song Zhenping blinked hard a few times before he came to his senses. When he saw it was Han Ming, he immediately dropped his hoe and squatted down again: "Uncle Han, am I useless? I'm not as good as Yun'er!"
Han Ming didn't know what he was talking about. If it was useless, it seemed that no one could compare to Song Liyun, and even he himself had to admit defeat.
However, Song Zhenping grew the vegetables in the backyard of Baolin Residence exceptionally well.
It's almost March now, and the bok choy, eggplants, and green beans inside are still growing in batches.
We can eat any kind of dish we want at home, all thanks to Song Zhenping.
Could it be that Miss Song had a fight with the boss?
Han Ming threw the cart into the woods outside the house and shouted to the person standing on the courtyard wall, "Master, I left the cart here. I'm going to the fields with the boss."
After saying that, he quickly accompanied Song Zhenping outside and casually asked why she had been worried earlier.
He was ostensibly an employee of the Song family, but in reality, the Song family had already treated him as their master.
Now that his two masters are arguing, he definitely has to mediate.
Black Gold peeked out from behind the courtyard wall, then closed its eyes, scratching itself and basking in the sun.
At the highest point of the roof next to it, solar panels are charging powerful electric rods.
In the fields, the townspeople have already started working, carrying the manure they've collected all winter into the fields.
The town of Suijin has a small population, and the land is concentrated in the sandy areas along the river, which are relatively fertile.
Song Zhenping was now envious of the rows of winter wheat that had turned green again.
The ten acres of land he was allocated are still barren and overgrown with weeds. If he wants to cultivate the land, he will have to clear it first.
You must first burn the dry grass, and then turn the soil over after it has burned. This will kill the grass seeds and insect eggs, and also increase the fertility.
Seeing that Song Zhenping and Han Ming were about to clear the land, the surrounding neighbors all came to help.
These were all people from the town. Song Zhenping didn't even know some of them, but they still smiled brightly and politely at him.
Han Ming shouted to everyone, "Everyone, lend a hand and keep an eye on the surroundings. I'll start the fire now."
As he spoke, he lit a fire, and the dry grass crackled and popped as it burned, instantly producing thick smoke that could be seen from afar.
Soon, the thick smoke attracted the attention of the garrison, and several horses emerged from the area.
Zhou Xiaoqi led three soldiers on horseback to the riverbank, where they saw Song Zhenping burning stubble. They dismounted and came over.
"Daping, is your land here?"
Xue Zhuang helped with the site selection, and Zhou Xiaoqi was unaware of it.
When Song Zhenping saw Zhou Xiaoqi, he was about to bow when he was stopped: "Hey! Let's not stand on ceremony between us. If you want to farm, have the garrison send a few people to help!"
Song Zhenping quickly refused: "You all have to take turns guarding the pass and train, which is already hard enough..."
"Hey! You're being too polite. I'll send someone back to call them." Zhou Xiaoqi said to one of the soldiers who had come with him, "Go back to the camp and tell them whoever is free to come and help."
The soldier responded and rode back.
Song Zhenping was somewhat apprehensive, as having the garrison soldiers do his work was against military regulations.
Seeing Song Zhenping's unease, Zhou Xiaoqi smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, the brothers are all thanking your family!"
It turns out that the garrison paid out wages yesterday, and not only were they paid in full, but there was also an extra bonus.
Wang Junxu said that this was the money he earned from selling Song family vegetables at the garrison.
Although the amount of money was not much, the ordinary soldiers received an extra two hundred coins.
This was something that would have been almost unimaginable in the past.
Since that great victory before the New Year, the higher authorities have issued a reward.
The Zhenbei Army might be late with its monthly pay, but it never skimped on rewards for killing enemies, in order to encourage the bravery of its soldiers.
Everyone was rewarded for their merits, and soldiers who killed enemies received at least five taels of silver.
Zhou Xiaoqi, a fast scout, received fifteen taels of silver, which he has already entrusted to someone to take back to his hometown.
Soldiers make their fortune by killing enemies like this.
I thought I'd lost the chance to get money again, but now, only a month later, the camp is distributing money again.
He was a junior officer, earning two taels of silver more than a regular soldier.
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