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Invitation?

In this era, due to the low literacy rate of people, people prefer to convey good news verbally and rarely use written invitations.

Song Yan took the invitation and at first glance, it was just an ordinary piece of red paper.

However, when his eyes fell on it, he was immediately attracted by the font.

The brushstrokes of regular script are vigorous and powerful, and every stroke shows the writer's profound skills.

Even Song Yan, who had only a vague knowledge of calligraphy, could not help but admire how beautifully the characters were written.

He carefully put away the invitation, planning to give it to Zhengdu some other day so that he could copy it carefully and use it as a copybook for calligraphy practice.

Only then did Song Yan turn her attention to the text on the invitation.

It was written on it: [My son Shu Changsheng has a good character since childhood...

...Since we met, we have been in love with each other and now we are planning to hold a wedding ceremony at ...to tie the knot. 】

When Song Yan read this, he was surprised. He looked up at Shu Changsheng and said, "Third brother Shu, are you getting married?!"

Shu Changsheng laughed and said, "Yes, it's just half a month later, don't forget to come and have a drink at the wedding."

Song Yan also laughed happily and nodded quickly: "Okay, I will definitely go."

Over there, the drivers finished drinking the water, wiped their mouths, and put down their bowls.

One of them said loudly: "Xiao Song, we're going back first."

"Brother Shu, wait a moment." Song Yan looked apologetic.

Shu Changsheng expressed his understanding: "It's okay, just go do your thing first."

Afterwards, Song Yan walked quickly towards the drivers, greeted them a few words, watched them leave, and waved goodbye: "Uncle, be careful on the road."

Only when the drivers gradually disappeared from sight did Song Yan turn around and walk back.

Shu Changsheng was looking at the side, where most of the foundation had been dug. He asked casually, "Xiao Song, are you planning to build a new house?"

Song Yan said: "Our house is too small to accommodate us, so we just build a few new houses."

It was not appropriate to stand at the door to entertain guests, so Song Yan invited Shu Changsheng to come in and sit down.

Shu Changsheng waved his hand quickly and said, "No, no, I have to go to the county town to deliver the invitations later."

"Go now?" Song Yan looked at the sky. The sun was gradually setting in the west. He estimated that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

By this time, when we get to the county town, I'm afraid the city gates will have been closed.

Shu Changsheng smiled and said, "I can catch up if I go on horseback."

He couldn't help but complain: "I originally asked Changyu to deliver it for me. I don't know what's wrong with that kid recently. His temper has been getting worse and worse."

"I begged him to write two invitations after much persuasion." Shu Changsheng pointed at the invitation in Song Yan's hand, "Look, the one in your hand was written by him."

Shu Changsheng did not tell the truth.

After all, he hadn't seen Song Yan for half a year, and the two were not very familiar with each other.

In fact, he had long forgotten about Song Yan.

Although most people do not need invitations to attend a wedding banquet, there are still some distinguished guests who still need to be sent invitations as a sign of respect.

In the family, only my eldest brother and Changyu have good handwriting.

Especially Changyu’s handwriting, even his eldest brother feels inferior to him.

So he begged Shu Changyu for several days before he got his consent and reluctantly wrote two invitations.

One was naturally for Lin Yifeng.

But looking at the other one, Song Yan's name was written on it.

Shu Changsheng was stunned for a long time before he remembered who Song Yan was.

After asking his eldest brother, he found out that during the six months he was away, Song Yan and Chang Yu had become friends.

He originally thought that since he was Changyu's friend, the invitation should be delivered by Changyu.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Chang Yu suddenly lost his temper and threw away Song Yan's invitation.

Shu Changsheng understood Changyu's temper, so he quietly picked up the invitation, asked his elder brother for Song Yan's address, and then sent it over in a hurry.

This is what happened.

Song Yan didn't know the inside story, she just felt that the invitation in her hand had inexplicably become hot, like a hot potato.

It turned out that this was an invitation written by Shu Changyu.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel conflicted. If he had known that the invitation was written by Shu Changyu himself, he might have found an excuse not to go.

Who knows what bad ideas Shu Changyu is planning?

But he had already agreed to it, and it was too late to regret it now.

At this time, Shu Changsheng said: "I have to go, I have to get there before the city gates close."

"Goodbye." Song Yan walked the person to the roadside, then looked down at the invitation and immediately wanted to throw it away.

It felt like what I was holding in my hand was not an invitation, but a landmine that could explode at any time.

But the handwriting on the invitation was so beautiful that Song Yan was reluctant to throw it away. In the end, he still held the invitation and put it in a book of poetry.

Song Wanzhou had just returned from delivering water. She walked in with a kettle and said, "Brother, there's not enough water in the water tank."

Before going out in the morning, Aniu carried two buckets of water and filled the water tank. However, half a day later, the water was not enough again.

With more people, more water is naturally used.

Song Yan casually placed the Book of Poetry on the bed, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go get two buckets of water right away."

After carrying two buckets of water, he started to wash the pots and cook as the sun was about to set.

We had some meat for lunch, and the dinner in the evening was much simpler.

Fry some leeks and fried eggs, add some braised eggplant, and simmer a big pot of multi-grain rice, and that’s about it.

After all, it is impossible to have meat for every meal. Even Mr. Huang, the richest man in Shilifang Village, would not give meat to his temporary workers for every meal. He could not do it too ostentatiously, as it would easily attract attention.

The eggs are fried until golden brown, with slightly curled edges, and when fried with fresh leeks, the aroma immediately wafts out of the yard.

Shi Tou and others swallowed their saliva unconsciously and felt even hungrier.

Until Song Wanzhou called out, "Brother Shitou, it's time to eat—"

A group of people rushed in quickly.

Seeing that there was no meat on the table, no one was too disappointed. After all, they had already eaten meat at noon, and they had never thought that they could eat meat at every meal.

Both dishes were shiny and greasy, and you could tell at a glance that a lot of oil was used.

The fried eggs with leeks are fresh and fragrant, the braised eggplant is soft and tasty, and the multi-grain rice is solid and full, not at all empty.

A bowl of hot food instantly soothed everyone's hungry stomachs.

Everyone was eating when Uncle Niu and his family happened to return home.

Song Yan put down the bowl and came out to hand them the key, but when she saw Aunt Niu's face turned pale, her heart tightened.

He quickly asked, "Aunt, what happened to Sister Xiang?"

"It's Ah Xiang's grandmother." Aunt Niu suppressed her anger and said angrily, "That old hag said Ah Xiang's belly was round and she must be pregnant with a girl, so she asked the witch for a pill to change her pregnancy and forced Ah Xiang to drink it."

Song Yan opened her mouth in shock and said in disbelief, "Huh?"

Aunt Niu was obviously very angry: "A Xiang took the abortion pill and had a severe stomachache. She almost lost the baby."

"My son-in-law is a man without a strong opinion. He didn't even know how to ask for a doctor, so he hurriedly asked someone to come and pass on the message."

"It's a good thing we went there today, otherwise our Ah Xiang..." When Aunt Niu said this, her eyes became red, her voice choked, and she almost couldn't continue.