Song Zhenping spent the morning harvesting rice, and for the first time ever, he wanted to drink with Uncle Han at lunchtime.
After a couple of sips of wine, his face flushed as he said, "Yun'er, Miss Yang is a good, good girl. I think... it's okay!"
This morning, while working, Yang Hua intentionally or unintentionally helped him with some of his duties. This sudden act of care made Song Zhenping's heart pound.
Although Yun'er also cares about her, she is her younger sister, unlike the others.
Just imagining someone standing shoulder to shoulder with him, hand in hand, harvesting rice and wheat, and asking if he's tired or thirsty, makes him feel as if he's had a drink.
Song Liyun thought it was a good idea, so she told Yang Hua about her sister-in-law kicking her out.
Song Zhenping's expression was grave: "Her brother is a real scoundrel! His sister raised him with a debt of gratitude she can never repay. Without Yang Hua, he would only be able to beg for food, and he can't accept a wife who destroys the family."
Song Liyun laughed and said, "Brother, you're wrong. When your brother gets married, he and his wife become a family."
If Yang Hua saw her younger brother divorce his wife for her sake, ruining their family, she would definitely be even more upset.
“Raising your younger brother is an act of kindness and a matter of family affection. Just like you, we can’t expect Xiao An to repay you without caring about anything in the future.”
In truth, Xiao An was truly raised by Song Zhenping, and the debt of gratitude he owes her is as heavy as a mountain.
Song Zhenping shook his head: "Of course I don't need Xiao An to repay me, I just want Xiao An to be well."
Song Liyun smiled slightly: Anyone can say such things, but who can truly understand them?
When Xiao An grows up and gets married, Song Zhenping will definitely find it hard to get used to.
Whether or not to repay the debt of gratitude is not important; what is most worrying is that neither party has a sense of proportion.
Dependence turns into a lack of assertiveness, and care becomes domineering and forceful.
There is no boundary to interference between blood relatives, which ultimately harms everyone.
"Yang Hua's marriage was a last resort, and also the best way out."
If that younger brother is grateful and sensible, takes good care of his own family, and no longer causes his older sister worry and sadness, and can even help her in the future when he is able, Yang Hua will definitely be the happiest.
Song Zhenping thought for a moment and nodded: "Yun'er is right. I also need to live my own life well first, so that you won't worry about me or become a burden to you. Only then can my home truly be your home. In the future, Xiao An... Xiao An also needs to support her own family."
He recalled the time he delivered the leather goods. Yun'er and Uncle Han were both fine, but he knew nothing about it and couldn't even ride a horse, making him a burden to Yun'er.
I must take good care of my family and be able to manage it properly so that Yun'er can come home to live whenever she wants after she gets married.
Otherwise, you'll end up like Yang Ji, trying to please everyone and causing your own sister heartache.
Speaking of these things, Song Zhenping felt even more sorry for Yang Hua, who was forced to marry.
The two were talking, and Xiao An listened quietly. He heard his brother say that he wouldn't be a burden to his second sister, and that this was still her home. He quickly said, "Second sister, I will work hard in the future, and my home is your home too."
Song Liyun smiled happily: "Okay, Xiao An will also give Second Sister a home from now on."
Xiao An chuckled, a dimple appearing on her already plump face.
Han Ming also ate at the same table with his three siblings today. As a man, he is naturally quiet and would never interrupt his employer's affairs.
That girl, Yang Hua, is a hardworking person; anyone with eyes can see that, and there's no need to elaborate on that.
Upon hearing that Yang Hua's sister-in-law was being driven away after marrying into the family, Song Liyun couldn't help but glance at her.
Will Yang Hua's fate today be Song's fate tomorrow?
Upon hearing the Song brothers' reply, Han Ming's eyes revealed appreciation. Whether or not they could actually do it was another matter, but at least they needed to think that way.
Song Liyun was not used to teaching the Song brothers, Song Zhenping and Song Liyun, life philosophy.
Everyone is unique, and no one is qualified to be someone else's mentor.
What is honey to one is poison to another. Even if one has lived two lives, each life is still a brand new one.
It's just that Yang Hua's situation has many similarities to hers.
Song Liyun was naturally not worried that the Song family would not accept her in the future, but Xiao An was raised by Song Zhenping. If she could not understand the reasons, she would always be a source of trouble.
Even if it's not Yang Hua who marries into Baolin Residence this time, there's still Zhang Hua, Li Hua, there will always be a woman who will be the mistress here. It's better to explain it to Song Zhenping in detail now.
After lunch, with no one resting at Baolin Residence, they quickly went to the fields.
They talked during their meal, which took up too much time, and the Zhang family had already arrived.
Upon seeing Song Liyun approach, Chuntao greeted her with a beaming smile: "Sister Song, please have some tea with me!"
Seeing the smile in her eyes, Song Liyun knew that something was amiss, so she replied, "Why drink tea? If you want to drink, drink wine!"
Chuntao laughed heartily: "Alright then! I'll drink three cups."
The two hadn't interacted much before, but suddenly became close.
Chun Tao said, "My cousin said that Da Ping is honest and just keeps his head down and works. He didn't even dare to look her in the eye this morning. He's a reliable person."
Song Liyun chuckled dryly: "My brother is just honest!"
In his heart, he was complaining. They had been working together all morning, and Song Zhenping hadn't said a word. He was being too honest.
Chuntao continued, "I told you that your family has a workshop, so you'll have plenty of money in the future. But my cousin said that it belongs to my second sister and has nothing to do with Daping. She said she'll only spend as much as she can earn."
I said, "Then all we have is Baolin Residence and ten mu of land." My cousin added, "If we work hard, we can support the whole family."
Song Liyun's smile was a little stiff: This is too clear-cut. I will give Song Zhenping some shops in the future. I can't just watch him struggle to make a living on ten acres of land.
Chun Tao sighed as well: "Don't you think we're being a bit too serious?"
Song Liyun really couldn't say: It's good for people to be ambitious, but they shouldn't be too ambitious. If they become too self-conscious and keep comparing themselves to others, they'll exhaust themselves.
However, there will always be a way to solve these problems in the future.
She thought for a moment, then pulled Chun Tao, who was still praising Yang Hua, aside and asked, "Sister-in-law, have you told anyone that my brother has a leg problem?"
This needs to be made clear beforehand; you can't just hide it from people.
Before Chun Tao could answer, she suddenly covered her mouth and gestured to Song Liyun towards the edge of the field behind her.
Song Liyun turned her head and saw Song Zhenping carrying a copper kettle, pouring out a bowl of water, and bringing it to Yang Hua, who was bundling haystacks.
The rice paddies were uneven, and Song Zhenping was nervous, so he walked with a limp, his arms and legs moving in unison, and he spilled half of a bowl of water.
At this moment, even a blind person could see that something was wrong with Song Zhenping's legs.
Yang Hua was clearly surprised, so she dropped what she was doing, ran a few steps, and took the bowl of water.
The two looked at each other, blushed instantly, and awkwardly separated.
Song Liyun's smile gradually brightened, and she nudged Chun Tao: "Did you see that?"
Chun Tao chuckled: "My cousin already knew that Da Ping's legs were not good, but she had no objection. Your family can choose a date to propose marriage! I'll have my mother-in-law act as the matchmaker."
As the sun set, both families finished harvesting their rice.
The rice harvest of two families covering ten acres was completed manually in one day. This was not a miracle of speed achieved through brute force, but simply because rice yields are low here. No wonder everyone prefers to grow corn, sorghum, and potatoes.
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