Seeing the puzzled looks on the faces of the old man and the young man, Song Liyun smiled and said, "Village head, elder brother, please listen to me..."
The three continued talking until the village head's wife called for dinner.
Song Lizheng was preoccupied with worries.
Song Zhenping's eyes shone brightly, a mixture of joy and worry in them, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
If he hadn't already become accustomed to suppressing his feelings, he might have spoken out.
To take care of the Song brothers, the village head's family made noodle soup, and also added eggs and minced meat.
Song Liyun originally wanted to leave. She had enough to eat and needed to hurry back to appease Song Lao Er.
But once the village head's wife stopped him, he couldn't move. His eyes were fixed on the food plate that was brought into the house, and he sat down on the table.
This is pure natural wheat flour. Before she even started eating, the aroma of wheat wafted into her nose, making her mouth water.
The bowl contained vibrant green bok choy, golden egg flowers, and tiny pieces of meat—everything looked so tempting.
Before the village head's wife could call out again, Song Liyun couldn't help but pick up her bowl and take a sip.
The noodles are chewy, and the soup contains diced radish and meat. It's soft, smooth, and has a subtle salt and garlic flavor.
Song Liyun had eaten chicken for lunch, but it was just boiled in salted water. She had never tasted such a rich flavor before.
She felt as if her taste buds, which had been dormant for many years, had all come back to life, and even a small hook had emerged from her stomach and was scratching at her throat.
Why!
If an ordinary village woman can make such a delicious home-cooked meal, imagine how delicious it must be in a professional restaurant!
Song Liyun desperately suppressed the urge to store the noodle soup in her spatial storage: she should become independent as soon as possible so that she could eat freely.
The noodle soup was so hot that Song Liyun had to keep breathing on it as she ate, saying, "Delicious! So hot!"
Seeing her in such a disheveled state, her grandson covered his face and giggled.
When the village head's wife, Madam Huang, saw her like this, she initially looked at her with sympathy and distress, but then smiled and scolded her, "Look at you, so clumsy. Be careful you don't burn your mouth."
The cook was Song Lizheng's second daughter-in-law, a shy and timid village woman.
Seeing Song Liyun eating like this, she guessed that she was very hungry, and said softly, "Mother, I'm afraid that Sister Yun hasn't eaten anything all day. Why don't you make a few more bowls of noodle soup?"
The moment Song Liyun was burned, her craving vanished, and she quickly shook her head, saying, "Second Aunt, there's no need to trouble yourself. I have a small appetite; this bowl is enough for me."
Although Song Lizheng lived a relatively comfortable life, he dared not eat white flour casually. In addition to a bowl of noodle soup for each person, there was also a wooden basin on the table containing several mixed grain cakes.
After having dinner at the village head's house, the original plan was for Song Zhenping and Li Yun to go home, leaving Xiao An to rest at the village head's house.
Xiao An was quite frightened today and clung tightly to Song Zhenping.
Left with no other choice, the two brothers had to stay at the village head's house for the night, with Village Head Song accompanying Song Liyun back home.
Another hour passed before Song Lizheng returned with a new bloody gash on his neck, looking quite relaxed.
Seeing that he was injured again, the village head's wife was both angry and anxious. Before she could get angry, Song, the village head, calmly said, "Don't be angry. In just a few more days, you'll have your day."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, turned around, and went into his room.
The village head's wife stomped her feet in anger, but she couldn't very well go inside to ask for details. She could only comfort the worried Song Zhenping, saying, "Don't worry, Daping, your village head must have settled Yun'er before coming back."
Based on her decades-long understanding of the old man, she should have found a solution to this problem.
Just thinking about the new bloody gash on her husband's neck made the village head's wife grit her teeth in hatred. It must have been Granny Gu who did it. She would definitely go and give her a good scolding once this crisis was over.
The Song brothers did not go home. Song Liyun moved into a small side room by herself. As soon as the village head left and the door was closed, she immediately took out a bugging device and stuck it on the wall.
Soon, Gu Pozi's voice came through the bugging device: "Second son, why did you agree to let that ingrate and jinx do corvée labor? Aren't you afraid they'll run away and never come back?"
Song Lao Er was a little annoyed: "Mother, do you think that just because we're out in the world, we can have a place to stay and food to eat like we do at home?"
This won't do. According to the imperial regulations, one needs a travel permit to walk and money to stay in an inn.
The two brats are penniless and have no travel permits. They can't escape even if they're allowed to. If they get caught, they'll get a beating. I'm not going to pay to ransom them.
Besides, the village head also said that this time only people can go, not money.
He knew that his mother had angered Song Zhangping by beating him in front of everyone and scratching the village head's face.
Even a clay figure has a temper, and Song Laohei, no matter what, is still the village head; he can deal with anyone he wants with just a word.
After years of being submissive, he's now determined to deliberately punish himself by arranging for him to serve in the military.
Unfortunately, when my mother heard that someone was needed to go to work but no wages were required, she went and bothered the village head, making the situation irreversible and leaving no choice but to send someone.
"What if..." Granny Gu was worried. She was not used to the person she had controlled for ten years suddenly leaving her control.
"What if what? If he doesn't go, do you really expect me to go? Besides, I still have that slut in my hands, do you think they would dare not come back?"
Mother, if you truly love your son, you shouldn't be so ruthless.
Now things have blown up, and you're deemed incapable of this and that.
Song Lao Er slammed his fist on the table. He was furious, remembering how that bitch Song Liyun had kicked him in the groin. He had lost all face and couldn't do anything to her.
Granny Gu sobbed, "You're my son, I'm only doing this for your own good..."
"Okay, okay, you're doing this for my own good. Please stop causing trouble every day. You'll ruin this family sooner or later."
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