Seeing the doubts on the faces of the old man and the young man, Song Liyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Master Li Zheng, brother, please listen to me..."
The conversation between the three of them lasted until Mrs. Li Zheng called for dinner.
Song Lizheng was worried.
Song Zhenping's eyes were shining, with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, but he hesitated to speak.
If he hadn't been used to holding back, he might have spoken out.
In order to take care of the Song Zhenping brothers, the Li Zheng family made noodle soup with eggs and minced meat.
Song Liyun originally wanted to leave, but she was not short of food and needed to go back quickly to stabilize Song Laoer.
But as soon as Madam Li Zheng stopped me, I couldn't move any further. My eyes fell directly on the food plate that was brought into the room, and I sat down directly on the table.
This is pure natural wheat flour. Before she started eating it, wisps of its aroma penetrated her nose, making her salivate.
The green cabbage in the bowl, the yellow egg flakes, and the small meat cubes, everything is so tempting.
Before Madam Li Zheng greeted her again, Song Liyun couldn't help but pick up the bowl and take a sip.
The noodles are chewy, and there are diced radish and pork in the soup, making it soft and smooth in the mouth, with a hint of salt and garlic.
Song Liyun had eaten chicken for lunch, but it was just boiled in plain water and salt. Never had she tasted such a rich taste.
She only felt that her taste buds, which had been dormant for many years, were all resurrected, and even a small hook poked out of her stomach and scratched her throat.
Why!
An ordinary village woman's home-cooked meal is so delicious. How delicious it would be in a professional restaurant!
Song Liyun desperately suppressed her urge to store the noodle soup in the space: she had better become independent as soon as possible so that she could eat freely.
The noodle soup was so hot that Song Liyun had to breathe while eating it: "It's delicious! It's so hot!"
The grandson at the same table looked at her in such a mess, covering her face and giggling.
Mrs. Huang, the wife of Li Zheng, looked at her like this. She originally looked sympathetic and uncomfortable, but she also smiled and scolded: "Look at your frizzy hair, be careful to burn your mouth."
The cook was Song Lizheng's second daughter-in-law, a shy village woman.
Seeing Song Liyun eating like this, she guessed that she was very hungry, so she said softly: "Mom, I'm afraid Second Sister Yun hasn't eaten anything today, so why not grab a few more bowls of noodle soup."
Song Liyun was scalded, and the greed in her heart was over. She quickly shook her head: "Second aunt, don't bother me. I have a small appetite. This bowl is enough."
Although Song Lizheng's life was not bad, he did not dare to eat white noodles casually. In addition to a bowl of noodle soup for each person, there was also a wooden basin on the table with several multigrain cakes in it.
After dinner at Li Zheng's house, the original plan was for Song Zhenping and Li Yun to go home, leaving Xiao An to rest at Li Zheng's house.
But Xiaoan was very frightened today and held Song Zhenping tightly.
They had no choice but to temporarily stay at Lizheng's house for one night, and Song Lizheng accompanied Song Liyun back.
This trip lasted another hour, and Song Lizheng came back with a new piece of blood on his neck, with a relaxed look on his face.
Seeing that he was injured again, Madam Li Zheng was immediately angry and anxious. Before she could get angry, Song Lizheng said calmly: "Don't be angry, as long as in a few days, you will have time to laugh."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, turned around and went into his room.
Mrs. Li Zheng was so angry that she stamped her feet. She couldn't follow her into the house and ask her carefully. She could only comfort Song Zhenping, who was worried: "Don't worry Daping, Mr. Li Zheng must have arranged for Girl Yun before he came back."
Based on her decades of understanding of the old man, she should have found a solution to this matter.
Just thinking about another bloody hole on her old man's neck, Madam Li Zheng felt itching with hatred. It must have been Mrs. Gu who did it. After she passed this critical moment, she must scold her back.
The Song Zhangping brothers did not return home, and Song Liyun lived alone in the small wing. As soon as Li Zheng left and the door closed, she immediately took out the bug and inserted it into the wall.
Mrs. Gu's voice soon came from the bug: "Second brother, why did you agree to Baiyanlang and Sangmenxing to do corvee service? Aren't you afraid that they won't come back if they run away?"
Song Laoer was a little annoyed: "Mom, do you think you can have a place to live and food to eat just like at home when you are walking outside?
How can this be done? According to the regulations of the imperial court, you need guidance to walk and money to stay in a hotel.
The two little brats are penniless and there is no way to lead them. They can't run away. If they are caught, they will be beaten. I will not use money to ransom them.
Besides, Li Zheng also said that this time we can only send people, but not give money."
He knew that this time I beat Song Zhenping, scratching her face in front of everyone, but it made people angry.
Clay figurines are all very angry, and Song Laohei is always upright no matter what. He wants to punish anyone with just a few words.
After being soft for these years, I took advantage of this arrangement to serve as a corvee, and I was determined to deliberately rectify myself.
But when I heard that I wanted someone to do the work and not to do the work for me, I went to find someone else to do it, leaving no room for recovery and I had to hire someone else.
"What if..." Mrs. Gu was worried. She was not used to the person she had controlled for ten years suddenly leaving her control.
"What if anything happens? If he doesn't go, do you really want me to go? Besides, I still have the hooves in my hands. How dare they not come back?"
Mom, if you really care about your son, then you shouldn't throw such a fuss at him.
It’s okay now, things have gotten serious, and you can’t do this or that.”
Song Laoer smashed the table with a bang. He remembered being kicked in the crotch by that bitch Song Liyun and was so humiliated. He couldn't do anything to her yet and his heart filled with rage.
Mrs. Gu cried: "You are my son, and I am not doing it for your own good..."
"Okay, okay, you are doing it for my own good. Please don't make trouble every day in the future. Sooner or later, this family will be broken up by you.
It doesn't matter if I give you an extra nest of cornstarch every day. Even if you feed the pigs, you won't give it to those two bastards.
If it continues like this and drags people to death, who will work in the fields?
Gu Ying, where did you die without even giving me water to wash my feet?" Song Laoer yelled and started scolding little Gu again.
When Song Liyun heard this, he took back the receiver, his lips slightly curved, and a smile appeared on his face: As long as Song Laoer agrees to let the brothers go.
Because Song Liyun broke the lock in the afternoon, she was locked in the room at this time, and the door was tied tightly with hemp rope to prevent her from running out.
This is also the condition for Song Laoer to stop pursuing Song Zhenping's unfilial piety, that is, Song Liyun must agree to "marry" to the Xue family honestly in front of Li Zheng.
Song Liyun also honestly "agreed".
A night of silence.
In the early morning, Song Liyun woke up to the sound of roosters crowing all over the village and the gentle chirping of birds on the branches.
Being locked in a room, an ordinary person would have cried all night, but Song Liyun had a good sleep.
This is such a good place, she feels more comfortable than in the main city in the apocalypse.
Although the inner ring of the main city has a solar-powered constant temperature system, wide and clean streets, and even high-end communities just like before the apocalypse.
But what belongs to most survivors is the ordinary base.
People eat convenience food coming from the assembly line, live in simple houses, and struggle to solve the problem of food and clothing.
Even when sleeping, I have to keep one eye open, and be wary of mutated rats and mutated cockroaches that appear at any time, causing me to lose my life in my dreams.
Song Laoer left home before dawn. He wanted to go to Xue's house to discuss "marriage" matters.
Song Lizheng also went to the town early and handed the list of people serving corvee service in Xiaoshi Village to the town office. Song Zhenping's name was written in the last row.