Chapter 42 Zhuangzi suddenly appears
"Give it to your wife, don't waste it!"
He took out another wooden hairpin and handed it to Song Ci: "Here you go, Xiao Ci."
Song Ci was slightly surprised. She had indeed looked at the hairpin for a long time just now because... this hairpin looked similar to the jade hairpin on Pei Ji's head that day, so she took a few more glances at it.
But she accepted it with a smile out of her father's kindness.
Soon they were tired of walking. There were two restaurants in front of them, one was luxuriously decorated and the other was a bit simple.
Song Ci and his companions thought for a moment and chose the slightly simpler one.
Just as they were about to go in, they heard a familiar voice coming from the gorgeous restaurant.
"Waiter, where are the people? Why hasn't our food arrived yet?"
The waiter hurried forward and bowed, "Sir, there are quite a few guests today, and the kitchen is overwhelmed. Please wait a moment."
Song Lao Er was unhappy: "My mother is old, we can wait, but what if she starves?"
The waiter saw the unusual attire of the group and said with a bitter expression, "I'll go and urge them right away. Please wait a moment, sir."
Song Lao Er snorted coldly, "Get out of here now."
"Dad, it's grandma and the people from the first and second wives." The family was standing at the door, and Song Ci suddenly spoke.
Song Laosan had actually noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't dare to believe it at first. What was there to understand when he heard his second brother's voice?
His expression turned grim. "It's rare for me to come out. My family is struggling, but food shouldn't cost much."
Song Ci smiled and said, "I've heard of this building. I heard that the dishes there are extraordinary, and one dish costs twenty taels of silver."
After these words were spoken, Song Laosan's face became even uglier. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing him like this, Qiao Xianglan whispered, "Maybe... maybe it's because my eldest and second brothers see that Mom is old and hasn't been feeling well lately... that's why they're willing to spend money to make her happy."
"This should be the reason. Otherwise, our family is in financial difficulty and my elder and second brothers wouldn't be willing to eat at such an expensive restaurant." As if he was relieved, Song Lao San's face brightened.
After they sat down, they quickly ordered their food and ate in silence.
Even though I usually love to eat Wanxiang, my appetite has decreased a lot and I only ate two large bowls.
After dinner, Song Ci pestered Song Lao San and Qiao Xianglan to walk around. "There are too many people here. I heard that the nearby farm is beautiful. My daughter has heard about it a long time ago. Why don't we go and see it together?"
The two of them had no disagreement.
"The fields here are really nice, with big pieces of land, just like mung bean cakes." Wanxiang's mind was full of food, and right after she finished speaking, Song Ci reached out and hit her.
"You, you're always thinking about food. The good farmland here is not cheap, it's all very fertile. That's why the wheat grows so well."
Song Laosan was a businessman. Hearing this, he asked curiously, "How much is one acre of land here?"
"I heard that one mu costs more than ten taels of silver."
"So expensive!" Song Laosan took a breath.
If I buy a few acres, how much will it cost?
Song Ci smiled and pointed at the beautiful manors in the distance, "Dad, you know these manors are even more expensive. I heard that there are hot springs in these manors. Soaking in them often is very good for your health."
When Song Laosan heard about this benefit, his eyes lit up and he thought to himself, if he had money, he would definitely buy this farm.
Xiaoci is not feeling well, she just needs to soak in the water more.
While thinking, he followed Song Ci forward.
When he passed by the gate of a manor, he glanced at the carriage at the door and said in surprise: "Isn't this carriage from our mansion?"
"It seems so. Isn't this carriage the one belonging to mother, my elder and second brothers?" Qiao Xianglan also recognized her own carriage.
Song Ci looked at Zhuangzi and said calmly, "Dad and Mom are curious, why not ask the people in this farm to ask, then they will know."
"Is anyone there?" Song Laosan raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Someone from the manor soon came to open the door, glanced at the people, and waved his hand, "Go away, there's no work for you at the manor."
After saying that, he closed the door.
Song Lao San stopped him from closing the door with one hand, and hurriedly said, "Wait, I have something to ask."
The man paused, his face a little impatient, "Just ask if you have anything to say."
"Where is the owner of the carriage at the door?" Song Lao San raised his hand and pointed at the carriage.
The man's eyes suddenly changed, "Do you know my master?"
"Master?" Qiao Xianglan was surprised, and then looked up and glanced at the farm.
Such a big, such a good manor, is owned by the Song family? Why have they never known about it?
The four of them exchanged glances, and Song Lao San asked uncertainly, "Are you saying that the person in this carriage is the owner of this manor?"
"Yeah, you don't know me? Why are you talking so much to me if you don't know me!" He was about to close the door.
Obviously, he thought those people were here to cause trouble.
"Wait! Please take me to meet...your master." Song Laosan's voice was a little difficult.
The man looked at him strangely. Song Lao San was wearing a gray-black long gown made of ordinary cotton cloth. He looked at him with some disdain. "Who do you think you are? If you want to see my master, just go and see him. Go away quickly. Otherwise, I will find someone to drive you away."
Song Lao San was caught off guard and was pushed back a few steps. He finally managed to steady himself. Seeing that the door was about to close, Song Ci scolded, "You are such a dog-eyed person. Do you know who we are?"
The man snorted coldly, "Who are you? I've seen countless people like you begging for food."
"Our last name is Song."
After Song Ci finished speaking, the man's face changed and he quickly opened the door: "Are your surnames really Song?" Then a smile spread across his face: "Oh, you guys are back for the first time, I really didn't recognize you. It's all my fault. Please don't hold it against me."
Song Ci ignored his apologetic smile and asked, "Can we go in now?"
"Okay, okay, okay, everyone, please go inside. The masters are at the manor. The old lady and the ladies have gone to the hot springs. Would you like to go?"
"No need." Song Lao San interrupted him, his eyes flickering: "Just take us in to take a look."
"Okay, okay, let's go this way."
Knowing that their surname is Song and being able to say it out confidently, they must be members of the master's clan.
As he walked along, Song Ci paid attention to his father's eyes. As the scenery changed, he remained silent and kept a low profile. He strode forward and finally stopped at the gate of the garden, listening to the sounds of talking and laughing in the garden.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Song Lao San forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Dad is fine."
"Grandma and uncle say that the Song family is poor, but why have I never heard of it? Our family has such a big farm, did you know about it, Dad?" Song Ci tilted his head, his tone innocent and a little naive.
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