Song Fujian was brought back, but he had to find a way to arrange his half-grown child.
Song Tuanyuan lay on the kang and thought for a long time. Feeling tired and hungry, he fell asleep in a daze.
Song Tuanyuan dreamed of Ji Changan's bloody face and the jade pendant again.
"Give me my life, give me my life!" Ji Changan suddenly grabbed Song Tuanyuan's neck and shouted loudly.
"Ah!" Song Tuanyuan felt that she had stopped holding her breath. When she opened her eyes, she realized that Song Xiaoxiao had wrapped his arms around her neck.
"This kid is really dishonest when sleeping!" Song Tuanyuan sighed and wanted to turn his body. This small kang, with three people lying on it, was really too crowded, and Ji Changan's bloody face appeared as soon as he closed his eyes.
Face, Song Tuanyuan suddenly lost his sleepiness, put on his clothes and planned to go to the toilet.
As soon as she walked out of the inner door, Song Tuanyuan almost bumped into someone. She was startled, and so was the person.
"Who?" Song Tuanyuan shouted. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw clearly that it was Song Fuchuan, the youngest son of the Song family.
Song Fuchuan was lying on the bench where he was eating, covered with a tattered quilt as usual.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Song Tuanyuan then remembered that Song Fujian had always slept in the main room. The original owner said that the boy was a good boy, but he always reserved a room for the second son Song Fujin.
Song Tuanyuan never remembered this matter. If she had known that Song Fuchuan had not come back for a few days, she would have asked Song Shuangxi to take Song Xiaoxiao to sleep in the second child's room.
"You go to the second child's room and sleep!" Song Tuanyuan said.
Song Fujian was stunned for a moment.
Song Fujin's room is full of words he has written before. The original owner treasured every piece of paper he had written on. He kept it and placed it neatly. When he had nothing to do, he would take it to the village to show off, saying that it would be in the future.
When the second child wins the first prize, it will all be money.
So on weekdays the house is locked and no one can get close to it.
"Mother..." Song Fujian was stunned for a moment, thinking he was asleep and didn't hear clearly.
"Go quickly, don't lie here like a door god!" Song Tuanyuan said, and just as he was about to turn around, he remembered the key, took it out from the bottom of the cupboard and threw it to Song Fujian.
Holding the key, Song Fujian was sure that he heard correctly.
"Put on a new quilt, just buy it!" Song Tuanyuan nagged again, "Otherwise, if you get cold, you will have to treat it!"
Song Fuchuan looked at Song Tuanyuan's back as he stepped out of the house with black cotton shoes and felt that his mother really looked like a weasel!
Song Fujian opened the big lock and entered Song Fujin's room.
He wanted to enter this room even in his dreams, because it contained the Song family's most valuable item - books!
Father Song used to be the only scholar in the village and the son of the village chief. His family was wealthy and he bought a lot of books.
But only the old scholar and Song Fuxin could touch these books, he and his elder brother were not qualified to touch them.
The eldest brother didn't like reading, but he liked reading, but although he liked it, he couldn't read well. Tong Sheng failed the exam once, so the old scholar gave up on him and sent him to Tofu Workshop.
That night Song Fuchuan lit a candle and read all night without sleeping.
Song Tuanyuan came back from going to the toilet, holding up his pants and shivering as he walked. He looked up and saw Song Fuchuan studying in front of the window, and he suddenly had an idea to take care of his little son.
Early the next morning, Song Fujian rubbed his eyes and came out of the room.
"Mom!" Song Fuchuan saw Song Tuanyuan washing his face, so he shouted obediently and helped Song Tuanyuan get a washcloth.
Song Tuanyuan glanced at the child's red eyes and whispered: "Don't stay up late at night reading in the future, or you'll burn out your eyes carefully!"
Song Fujian was startled and said quickly: "Mom, I didn't..."
Song Tuanyuan wiped her face and went in.
Song Fuchuan bit his lip and thought to himself, no matter how her mother changes, her essence will not change. She has never looked down upon him!
After breakfast, Song Tuanyuan took Song Fugui and Song Fuchuan into the mountains.
"Mom, are we going up the mountain to chop wood or pick mushrooms?" Song Fugui asked, "Otherwise, I can go with my brother, and you can rest!"
"We are going to collect herbs today. Do you know Dendrobium?" Song Tuanyuan asked.
Song Fugui shook his head.
Song Tuanyuan said: "Then come with me!"
The last time he went up the mountain, Song Tuanyuan saw some Chinese medicinal materials, but these Chinese medicinal materials could not be sold for three taels of silver, so he simply wrote down the location.
When Song Tuan Yuan entered the mountain this time, he was already familiar with the road. He quickly took the two brothers up to the mountainside, where a piece of dendrobium grew.
"It's faster to use stems instead of roots!" Song Tuanyuan pointed to the large piece of dendrobium and said, "Let's go down the mountain after digging these!"
Song Fugui was stunned and asked: "Is this really a herbal medicine?"
Song Tuanyuan nodded and asked the two of them to hurry up.
The three of them worked very quickly. In just over an hour, they collected three large baskets of dendrobium. The three of them hurried down the mountain before it was completely dark.
Because the day after tomorrow was the day when he went to town to meet Ji Changan, it would take two days to prepare the dendrobium. Song Tuanyuan asked three children to cut the dendrobium neck into slices overnight and smother it with the rice wine at home.
Song Xiaoxiao also came to help, running errands to hand over things, and the few of them worked for half a night.
Early the next morning, Song Tuanyuan took out the soaked dendrobium and asked Song Fugui to chop firewood, Song Shuangxi to light the fire, and Song Fujian to stir-fry. She watched the fire while the others worked for half a morning before the frying was done.
Put the fried dendrobium on a bamboo basket and let it cool. Song Tuanyuan looked at the color and was a little worried.
She has theory, but lacks practice, and she doesn't know if a shopkeeper would be interested in such a thing.
The Song family was cutting and frying at home. When the villagers heard the commotion, they couldn't help but poke their heads in to take a look. Some even pretended to be passing by and came to ask a few questions.
To the outside world, Song Tuanyuan only said that it was to use medicinal materials for the treatment of the Chen family's son, and refused to say more about the rest.
Early in the morning on the third day, Song Tuanyuan chartered Uncle Niu's oxcart and took his two sons with him to the town.
When the three of them arrived in the town, it was almost noon. Song Tuanyuan did not dare to eat much in the evening and ate less in the morning. When he saw the wontons on the roadside, he couldn't help it, so he took his two sons to eat wontons.
At first, the boss refused to say anything and said he would eat the sweet potatoes he brought with him. Finally, after three bowls were served, he finally agreed to eat.
Song Fugui and Song Fujian ate quickly. After finishing their meal, they went to the roadside to wait.
While Song Tuanyuan was eating, someone stood in front of Song Tuanyuan and called her in-laws.
"In-laws, it's really you!" Standing in front of him was a woman in her forties, with a sad face and a pair of aquiline eyes staring at the remaining wontons in Song Tuanyuan's bowl, "
Are your in-laws eating wontons?"
Song Tuanyuan remembered who this person was. This was Wang Yulan's mother-in-law, the mother-in-law of the boss Song Fugui.