In addition to the sleeping pills, Song Liyun also took out a thermal protective suit worn close to her body.
This highly elastic, high-density fiber clothing can provide warmth and protection against the cold, especially in a world with large temperature differences between day and night.
"What is this?" Zhao Tingduo asked in surprise, clutching the thin, soft fabric in her hand.
Song Liyun chuckled and said, "I am a fairy! These are all things bestowed upon you by the gods, and you must use them diligently."
"Are you really a fairy?"
Zhao Tingduo was a little dumbfounded when Song Liyun gave him three things.
A three-edged bayonet of unknown material, gleaming with a cold light.
A piece of clothing that keeps you warm even in heavy snow, and a sleeping potion that can knock someone unconscious – these three items are life-saving treasures.
"fool!"
Song Liyun laughed and poked his chest, "If you don't cherish me in the future, even a fairy can turn into a witch!"
"No, I swear by the wolf king..."
Song Liyun covered his mouth, which was about to swear an oath: "Alright, let's go! Keep the oath in your heart, don't say it out loud!"
Zhao Tingduo could not waste any more time; there were important matters waiting for him at the garrison.
That night, the gates of Suijin Pass were wide open, and the long procession waded through the icy river into the darkness, marching rapidly toward the grasslands.
October arrived in the blink of an eye.
Song Liyun was still heading to Qili County. She had just set off on her horse when Xiao An ran out carrying a cashmere cloak: "Second sister, it's cold this morning. Put this on before you go."
It's already October, and there's frost on the ground this morning.
Song Liyun was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, so she wasn't cold even while riding a horse. However, since Xiao An had brought her a cloak, she accepted it and casually asked, "What are you doing, brother?"
She got out of bed and didn't see anyone.
Xiao An rubbed his slightly cold hands: "Big brother went to the river to cut grass. He said the grass shed in the backyard needs to be widened, and the windbreak wall over the rabbit hutch needs to be thickened."
Song Liyun slapped her forehead: she now spends most of her time in the county town, and Song Zhenping always packs all kinds of vegetables on horseback early in the morning.
Uncle Han manages two factories and a shophouse in town whose framework has already been built, so he doesn't have time to do anything else.
Besides taking care of the food, clothing, and household chores for several people, Yunniang also had to spin wool yarn every day.
Song Zhenping did all the farm work at home by himself, and he hadn't even been to the backyard for a long time.
As the weather gets colder, it will be necessary to build a fire wall again if you want to grow vegetables in a greenhouse.
Thinking of this, Song Liyun looked up at the mountains outside the town, realizing she still needed to find time to use her spatial ability to collect firewood.
Just then, Song Zhenping, who had left early in the morning, returned carrying a large bundle of long silk grass.
I don't know when he left the house, but now his hair is covered in frost.
The heavy bundles of hay weighed down his back, making him limp as he walked.
"Brother, why didn't you say you were going to cut grass? You could have taken my horse with you, and you wouldn't have had to carry it yourself."
Song Liyun dismounted.
Xiao An had already run over quickly to help him take the bundle of straw off.
Song Zhenping wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "I didn't know when you would need to go out and use the horse, so I didn't lead it. It's alright, there's only a little grass, it's not heavy."
The family has two horses. Uncle Han needs horses to get around town and outside the town. The garrison originally wanted to send another one for household use, but Song Zhenping said he didn't need it much and refused.
"Is the thatched shed in the backyard enough? Should we cut some more? How much firewood have we prepared for heating this year?"
Song Liyun wasn't in a hurry to leave. She re-tied her horse and followed the two brothers to the backyard.
After a year of renovation, the backyard is no longer as messy as before. Two firewalls and a floor heating system can now provide warmth to the entire backyard.
Along the courtyard wall is a ring of rabbit sheds. These rabbits not only solve the problem of old leaves and roots in the vegetable garden, but also compost their droppings, and can even be added to the menu of Tianxianglou Restaurant as "Spicy Rabbit Cubes".
In the farthest corner, there was a pile of acorn shells, which were used to fuel the fire wall.
Song Liyun took a look; it was brought over from the food workshop. It could barely be used to burn earthworms, but some more wood would still be needed.
Song Zhenping placed the silk grass aside and bent down to brush off the debris from his body.
Seeing that he had been looking preoccupied these past few days, Song Liyun couldn't help but say, "Brother, Lin Tao's wife's daughter is also suitable. Why don't you go and meet her..."
Before Song Liyun could finish speaking, Song Zhen's face flushed red, and she hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no need, it's enough that your marriage is settled. I'm not in a hurry to go on any more blind dates."
After the trade fair, Lin Tao's wife stayed in town. When she heard that Song's brother was still unmarried, she said she would choose a suitable girl from her relatives to meet.
Song Liyun listened briefly and found that she was also a down-to-earth person, but she was still young, having just come of age, and would have to wait two more years to get married.
Song Zhenping will be twenty-one after the New Year, and in Song Liyun's opinion, waiting another two years won't be too long.
However, in the Wu Dynasty, which advocated early marriage, people in their early twenties were considered old, regardless of gender.
But Song Zhenping didn't seem to care much and even refused outright.
"Brother, we haven't heard anything from Yanghua yet. Are you going to wait a little longer?"
Song Zhenping rubbed his face in annoyance and changed the subject: "When are you going to return the favor to Madam Wuya?"
Five days after Zhao Tingduo left, the Wuda tribe really came to propose marriage!
Luo Baihu practically stumbled and crawled into Baolin Residence.
With Song Liyun not at home, he was in a panic and sent someone to Qili County to bring her back.
Song Liyun was also surprised to see that the person who came to propose marriage was none other than Granny Qi from Suijin Town.
She was just surprised. Later she learned that when Luo Baihu saw Qi Mama riding over at Suijin Pass, he knelt down with a thud.
Before he was eighteen, he was injured, and it was Granny Qi who took care of him by wiping his body and changing his medicine without taking off her clothes.
Now, when he sees his elderly grandmother again, he is truly grateful.
Luo Baihu, with a fawning expression, personally helped the beggar nanny, who had changed her clothes, to the Song family.
According to the customs of the Wu Dynasty, Luo Baihu acted as the matchmaker, and Song Zhenping was the head of the family. The two families exchanged marriage certificates discreetly and set a wedding date.
Granny Qi brought ten fox furs, three cashmere cloaks, and a box of furs.
Not only had Song Liyun and Song Zhenping, who were both inexperienced, never seen such a dowry before, but even Han Ming and Yunniang had never heard of it.
Those smooth and even furs are all rare and top-quality goods.
Granny Qi was gentle and kind; with just a few words, she helped Yunniang and Hanming put aside their misunderstandings and rekindle their hope.
She promised to help search for Little Stone and the others on the grassland, to bring them back, whether they were dead or alive, she wanted to get the real news.
With Song Liyun's marriage settled, Song Zhenping was also happy. He learned Zhao Tingduo's true identity, and while he was happy, he also felt a vague unease.
At this moment, he began to understand Yang Hua's feelings about breaking off the engagement.
That's a kind of unreality, a fleeting happiness that doesn't belong to you.
In addition to these, Song Zhenping thought of even more.
Although he had left Xiaoshi Village a year ago and was a law-abiding military household here, unafraid of being investigated, the more stable and happy his life was, the more afraid he was of being come knocking on his door.
I have a feeling that Yun'er's marriage will be fraught with trouble!
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