Get moving

The one that was hit by the Glistening Fragrance was Gu Baifu. When Gu Wu just returned, he did not dare to be careless and went out to find his brother.

Who would have thought that he would be struck by a broom before he could even enter the courtyard.

He covered his head with his hands as he walked into the yard. Just as he was about to look for the culprit, he saw Glistening Fragrance walking past him. When she saw him, she even greeted him with a smile.

He looked at her suspiciously. If he remembered correctly, she had used this broom, but it didn't look like she had thrown it.

His gaze swept across the room as Gu Wu stood at the doorway with her arms crossed.

Gu Baifu's heart trembled for a moment: For a broom to be able to be easily thrown out of the door, it was most likely not made from that Tina that walked while shaking three times in a single step. Instead, it looked more like Gu Wu's strength.

If Gu Wu threw it away, it would be hard to deal with it, but he could not let this matter go, he rubbed his head and laughed: "I am not talking about Master Wu, if not, the anger in this day will disappear, if not, hurting others will not be worth it."

Gu Wu did not seem to think that he would be blamed for this, he immediately used his eyes to look at Glistening Fragrance, he had already snuck away long ago.

Gu Wu pursed his lips, and said: "It's me who doesn't care, I'm sorry, Butler."

"No, nothing." Gu Baifu was very magnanimous.

Mian Niang sent filigree and A Yunniang to their own homes, then helped them carry the things inside the house. Only then did she return home to report to Madame Song.

Madame Song Li didn't say anything. She only took the cloth, measured it, and then began to work.

The hats and aprons are easy to do.

He told Mian Niang to put the burnt paper he bought on the cabinet in the room.

Mian Niang was still thinking about the matter of Master Zhang coughing, and said to Madame Song: "That Master Zhang coughing is really bad, I'll go and get some dandelions from the ground now, I'll ask Bao Sheng to bring him back to soak in water later, what do you think?"

Madame Song Li looked up, and Mian Niang met her gaze and allowed her to size him up.

Song Youfu liked to smoke, and coughed frequently at night. After that, Mian Niang found out from the old man that the dandelion could calm his cough by soaking it in water, so she went to dry it and let Ah'da drink from it. Sure enough, Song Youfu's cough slowly stopped.

Today, when Mian Niang saw Master Zhang coughing, she thought of her father and thought of how the dandelion was soaked in water. It was obvious that Madame Song Li also thought of this, and her eyes revealed dense grief, making Mian Niang unable to help but feel sorrowful and remorse.

He suddenly regretted bringing up this matter with his mother, but it was still impossible for him to take back what he had said now.

Furthermore, Master Zhang's cough is really severe, over time, it has left a cause for disease, and when Master Zhang gets old, he will only suffer even more.

A moment later, Madame Song Li lightly nodded her head.

Hearing Mian Niang's words, she knew that the Master Zhang and the Steward Zhou were very considerate towards her family's business. Their family had nothing at all, even taking out some money to invite people to tea or even drink wine, they could only repay them from somewhere else.

Seeing that she did not object, Mian Niang was naturally happy in his heart. He went out to change into his work clothes, picked up his kitchen knife and basket, and went out.

Only Madame Song Li was looking thoughtfully at the cloth in her hand.

It was not easy to find dandelions in this frozen land. Mian Niang had dug enough in the snow, and the shoes on his feet had become completely drenched with snow. The tips of his feet had turned numb from the cold, and his ten fingers could not even stretch straight.

Looking at the setting sun, he remembered that he had not picked up any water in his house. He had not cooked, he had not done anything wrong, he had not done anything yet, so he hurriedly ran back home.

Returning home, Song Zhien was currently in the kitchen entering and exiting, and when he saw her, he smiled, and said to her: "Sis A, I've already prepared the food, and I've also cleaned up Ah Gou's house, after picking the water, you can move everything into the house."

Mian Niang was suspicious, she did not know why her mother suddenly let him stay in Ah Ge's room. She took the basket to Madame Song's room, the hat was already prepared, and Madame Song was picking the beans.

Seeing her enter, he asked, "Is the dandelion enough?"

Mian Niang nodded.

"It's hard to find, right? It's so dry and still buried in the snow."

Mian Niang nodded her head again. Dandelion at this time was naturally hard to find.

She seemed to be able to tell what Mian Niang wanted to ask. She pouted and said coldly: "Go and fetch the water first. If you have anything to say, bring it back first. Don't let the lights go on in the dark. You even need your brother to accompany you. "

Mian Niang turned her head to look at the sky, it was indeed late, so she placed the basket on the ground and immediately walked out.

He picked up the bucket in the kitchen and ran towards the well.

He went back and forth eleven or twelve times and finally managed to get enough water.

Song Zhien had already finished his work and was waiting for her.

Mian Niang left the last two buckets of water in the kitchen and smiled at her brother before going in to see her mother again.

Madame Song Li's expression did not change. It was still faint, and even a little cold:

"I don't know how far I need to go to clean up, but if I have to make these hats and aprons especially, then I guess it won't be easy to deal with them. Your brother has already cleaned up the room next door, and you should move there, and the other rooms should be specially used for making tofu. If there is anything we want to do, we can try our best to be in front, but don't wait for people to point it out, as many times as we can, there will be an impatient day sooner or later, if that's the case, no matter how well you make tofu, I'm not willing to use it." Doing business is a question of a university, but being honest is a question of a university. You should be more considerate and learn well. "

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had unknowingly said so much to her daughter. Immediately, she shut her lips tightly and no longer spoke.

Mian Niang was actually happy in her heart. She had thought about this question before, but she had never said it out loud while thinking about Ah Niang and Ah Ge. She did not expect that Ah Niang would actually bring it up.

He quickly agreed.

After dinner, he hurriedly went to pack up his things.

Madame Song and Li looked at her back, their eyes filled with unwillingness, but they quickly suppressed it.

She was unable to protect her daughter the way A Yun's father had. The matter of Mian Niang and Gu Xin was still a thorn in her heart, but she also understood that if she wanted to continue living in this house, she had to learn how to pull this thorn out as much as possible. If she could not pull it out, then she could only hide it, and not let others see it.

Song Zhien went over to help, and just as Song Zhien had said, he had already cleaned up the room, and Madame Song had already cleaned all of Song Zhixiao's things and placed them inside a box.

As long as he moved everything in Mian Niang's room over, it would be fine.

Mian Niang also did not have many things, other than clothes and bedding, she only had some things that she would casually use.

They were all moved quickly, and the small kang in bean curd could be used to store things.

The siblings stood in the elder brother's room. They looked at each other and then went back to their own business.

When Mian Niang was done packing her belongings and was about to go back to her room, she held the door and said to Mian Niang: "Sis A, do not worry.

Mian Niang nodded, this was the biggest hope of this family.

"I will definitely study hard and not disappoint you and Brother."

The boy promised his sister very firmly.

Mian Niang laughed, and said: "Study well, Sis A will definitely make your family's life better and better."

The two siblings smiled at each other. Song Zhien said good night and walked out.

Leaving Mian Niang alone, she looked around the house.

The room was not big, but he had specially cleaned up the room when he had made the wedding rooms for Song Zhixiao and Song Zhixiao.

Even though it was called cleaning up, it was actually just a layer of white ash pasted on top of two New Year's dolls.

The year picture doll had already been torn apart long ago. Mei Wu climbing up another branch while Ah Gou served as the host. That little blessing and wish of his seemed to have become the biggest irony.

How many years had it been in the Song Family? In order to save firewood, they built a shared house in two rooms. Take a chimney, not only to save firewood, but also to burn time.

Mian Niang had been tired all day, packed her stuff, and laid on the brick bed. Not long later, she fell asleep, the incident with Gu Wu previously, had been thrown to the back of her mind.

In the room next door, however, the oil lamp was still burning.

Song Zhien was writing, Madame Song was making an apron, and on the side was a hat that was already made.

The dandelion, which had been in the frame, was folded into a bundle and placed on top of the cabinet with a piece of jute paper under it.

Madame Song Li looked at her youngest son, used the needle to pull at the wick, and said, "When will the school be open for the holidays?"

"Teacher has said that we will wait for five days. After the twentieth day of the twelfth month, you will give us leave until the fifteenth day of the first month. Then, we will go to the academy."

"Then let's wait until the twentieth. You and I will go to Your Abba to bury him."

Her gaze fell on the lamp shadow on the table, and she faintly read, "It's the new year, it's time to send your father some money and spend it. When you're alive, you've suffered for a lifetime, but when you get there, don't hold back your hands and feet because you don't have any money."

Song Zhien was startled, and nodded his head.

Once the matter was settled, Madame Song and Madame Li could no longer calm down. Their eyelids were twitching violently, as if something was going to happen at any moment.

It wasn't good to tell his youngest son, so he could only suppress it in his heart.

He worried about himself again.

The next morning, Bao Sheng came over. While he was drinking the tofu brain, Mian Niang went to his room to get the dandelion and prepared to give it to him. However, when he saw the dandelion, he was stunned.

Mian Niang suppressed the doubts in her heart, wrapped the dandelion with a piece of jute paper, and gave it to Bao Sheng.

"It's still a little damp. After I take it back and put it on the brick bed, it'll dry in at most two days. Just like making tea, I can only brew two cups of water at a time." Take it back and give it to Master Zhang. "