Xue Zhuang went to Qili County yesterday, supposedly to buy a house, but he didn't bring back any packages.
Xu Yan'er recalled what her sister-in-law had just said, and her heart immediately began to pound with anxiety.
I had misunderstood Xue Zhuang and Song Liyun before, and nothing had happened for the past six months.
But she's been pregnant for several months and can't serve a man, so how could Xue Zhuang not be able to hold back?
Xu Yan'er became increasingly worried.
She had heard people say before that wealthy families would prepare concubines or mistresses for their husbands when their wives were no longer able to serve them.
Xue Zhuang had no idea that she was overthinking things again, and simply said, "I forgot to bring it back yesterday and left it at the guild hall. I only remembered it today."
Xu Yan'er sensed something was wrong, but she didn't dare to ask. She had been beaten by Xue Zhuang several times before for talking nonsense.
Later, Song Liyun saved her again, so she dared not say anything more and could only keep it to herself.
After Xue Zhuang finished eating, Xu Yan'er, feeling uneasy, cleared away the dishes and went into the kitchen.
After coaxing her son to take a nap, Sister-in-law Xu slipped into the kitchen again. She didn't help Xu Yan'er wash the dishes, but just sat there with her hands behind her back, cracking melon seeds: "Yan'er, did Master Xue admit it? Did he go to the Song family? And did you open that little package and see what was inside?"
Xu Yan'er glared at her: "You're not allowed to talk nonsense in the future. That was the cloth that Brother Zhuang bought for me. Brother Zhuang has been in charge of the guild hall, so he didn't go to the Song family."
Sister-in-law Xu clapped her hands and exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my, you really didn't know about such a big thing? I saw it with my own eyes, and not only did I see it, but other people saw it too."
She remembered the young man she had greeted on the street who was talking about raising rabbits, and her eyes lit up. She leaned close to Xu Yan'er's ear and asked, "Is there someone in the Song family who calls Ping-ge or Xiao An?"
Xu Yan'er was slightly taken aback. Of course, she knew that Song Liyun had a younger brother named Xiao An, who was mentally challenged and rarely came to town.
My sister-in-law has never been to Suijin Town before, so how does she know Xiao An?
Seeing that Xu Yan'er's expression was off, Sister-in-law Xu laughed and said, "I told you I saw it with my own eyes at the Song family's gate today, but you didn't believe me. Even that Ping-ge'er and Xiao An know about it."
Xu Yan'er fell silent...
In the side room, Sister-in-law Xu was fiddling with the silk floss, clicking her tongue and saying, "You really are stupid. Look at this, the fabric is only the size of a palm, and the cutting edge is like this. This is not what you would buy in a fabric store. I don't know where Young Master Xue found this scrap of rag to fob you off."
I said, "You're carrying his first child, after all. Where else would they spend the money if not on you? They should at least buy a bolt of this fabric; both the adults and the baby can wear it."
Xu Yan'er thought of how her sister-in-law had been given the best of everything when she was pregnant with Xiao Bao, while she herself, now pregnant, only had this little bit of cloth.
Feeling incredibly wronged, she turned and left the room, refusing the cloth, and went back to the main house.
Seeing that Xu Yan'er had left, Sister-in-law Xu quickly held up the silk floss on Xiao Bao's body: This material is really good, it can be used to make a T-shirt for Xiao Bao.
After dinner at Baolinju, Song Liyun gathered Yunniang, Han Ming, and Song Zhenping together.
She mentioned that military households were not allowed to buy land in the town.
Song Zhenping was somewhat anxious. He also wanted to buy land, but now that the law stipulated that military households were not eligible, he immediately felt discouraged: "Yun'er, if we can't buy land, the land outside our courtyard is also spacious. Why don't we move the trees and build a few houses there?"
We can also plant less vegetables in the backyard and build two side rooms, so we won't need to buy land in town.
Song Liyun shook her head: "The fruit trees outside the courtyard were planted for Hei Jin, so they can't be moved. We'll plant more trees in the future. We won't add any more houses in the backyard either; there are already horse pens and rabbit hutches there, which are already crowded enough."
Actually, the Ji family's old stables were right outside the courtyard, and they were burned down immediately when the bandits came. Song Liyun had no intention of rebuilding them.
After learning from Manager Wan that military households could not buy land at will, Song Liyun asked Han Ming to inquire about it in town.
Han Ming said with a serious expression, "Xue Junhu bought the land using Wang Liu's household registration in town. If you trust me, young lady, use my household registration."
Wang Liu, an elderly man living alone in the town's nursing home, was offered two taels of silver by Xue Zhuang in exchange for a fine coffin. In return, Wang Liu agreed to hand over his household registration book.
Now Han Ming also needs to hand over his household registration book, but no conditions have been set.
"Oh, how come you have a household registration book?"
Song Liyun was somewhat surprised. She thought Han Ming was a runaway slave and shouldn't have a household registration certificate yet, but she didn't expect him to have one already.
It turns out Han Ming wasn't stupid after all.
After the previous massacre at Suijin, the government checked the remaining population and registered him in the Suijin Town household register, completely severing his previous status as a runaway slave.
Having been a runaway slave for so long, they had long since gotten used to not mentioning their personal affairs.
Han Ming originally intended to live out his days in Suijin Town, so he didn't take the Suijin Town household registration certificate seriously.
Only when he heard that Song Liyun wanted to borrow a household account to buy land did he rummage through his luggage.
Surprised that Han Ming's household registration certificate was so easy to obtain, Song Liyun was still not at ease. She asked earnestly, "Uncle Han, what do you need?"
Everything requires an equivalent exchange. Song Liyun has always believed that free things are actually the most expensive, so it's better to set a price early on and let everyone get what they need.
If you say you don't want anything now, you might end up wanting more.
Besides, Han Ming wasn't his servant.
Han Ming lowered his head, his face showing some sorrow. He let out a long breath and said, "What Wang Liu wants is two taels of silver and a coffin after he dies."
"I just want to live with you, Daping and the others. When I'm old and can't run anymore, please give me a coffin."
Song Liyun frowned: "Uncle Han, you're not even forty yet. You can still find a wife and start a family if you meet the right person. Why are you saying such discouraging things?"
That's exactly what she thought. When Yunniang first arrived at Baolin Residence, she wondered if the two of them, being of similar age and with similar experiences, could understand each other and become partners.
The end result was that she misunderstood.
Bitter gourds on the same vine are even more bitter together; there's absolutely no sweetness to be seen.
Normally, although Han Ming and Yun Niang both lived in Baolin Residence, one was in charge of the outside and the other was in charge of the inside, and they didn't even want to see each other.
Han Ming shook his head: "I don't want to think about it!"
Song Liyun didn't dare to continue. If she said that Han Ming could still have children, she was afraid that it would upset Yunniang.
At this moment, Yunniang was already silently shedding tears: "Miss, I feel the same way. As long as you don't mind, I'm willing to follow you for the rest of my life."
My household registration is also kept by my daughter; all she wants is a coffin after I die.
Handing over your household registration booklet here is like having your ID card confiscated.
Even without a contract of servitude, it's almost the same as being a slave; it's difficult to leave quietly.
This is also a way for the two of them to show their loyalty!
Song Liyun quickly calmed herself down and smiled at Han Ming and Yunniang, saying, "You two are both members of the Song family, so don't talk about wanting a coffin."
From now on, as long as I, Song Liyun, have a bite to eat, you will all have a sip of soup.
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