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It was Shitou who came specially to tell him the news.

Moreover, Scar-Eye and his men only charged fifty cents for making a kang for Uncle Zhengming's family.

Hearing this, Song Yan's eyebrows were almost twisted into a ball: "Scar-eyed? How did he know how to make a heated kang?"

Shitou explained anxiously: "Xiao Song, I didn't say that, you have to believe me."

"Brother, don't be nervous. I don't doubt you." Song Yan pondered, "Maybe someone came into my room during the two days when I was building the kang and saw it. After all, my room was not locked."

"It's not impossible." Shitou couldn't help but regret, "If I had known Scar-Eye was this kind of person, I shouldn't have used him in the first place."

Song Yan shook her head: "How can you be blamed for this? He is capable of learning it secretly."

It's quite frustrating though.

However, the technique of making kang was not invented by anyone, and if you want to trace it, it is really impossible.

"I know about this." Song Yan thought for a moment, "Don't worry about it for now, I'll see what happens later."

"Oh." Shitou still felt uncomfortable.

Especially when the villagers came over to laugh at him and said, "Shi Tou, you are also stupid. You actually spent a hundred coins to hire an outsider to build a kang for you."

So Shitou felt even more aggrieved.

"You're such a scoundrel." He was so angry that he walked around the room in circles.

"Okay." Shitou's wife, Zheng Saozi, advised him, "Take this as a lesson learned. Remember it next time. Even if it's someone from the village, you still have to be careful."

However, after a few days, he heard that the kang that Scar-Eye had built for people was not warm and became freezing cold in the middle of the night.

Shitou clapped his legs and laughed: "Okay, I'll let you fools laugh at me."

Song Yan didn't care too much about it, but Uncle Zhengming was very annoyed.

Once when he went to buy tofu, Uncle Zhengming was so embarrassed when he saw him that he didn't even dare to greet him.

Soon it was December 20th, and Song Yan set out for the county town.

It has been snowing intermittently in recent days, and the roads are difficult to walk on. Song Yan estimated that he might have to stay in the county town for another night.

He told An Qi to take good care of the house.

An Qi said coolly: "Brother Song, don't worry, I'm here, there won't be a single chicken missing at home."

Song Yan: "...My family doesn't raise chickens."

An Qi: "Hehe."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Song Yan waved his hand and was about to leave, driving the donkey away.

"Wait a minute, big brother." Song Wanzhou chased out and stuffed a pair of gloves into Song Yan's hand, "Wear them to keep warm."

Song Yan felt the gloves and felt like they were stuffed with cotton. He was surprised: "This is..."

Song Wanzhou put his hands behind his back and pretended not to care, "After I made a cotton-padded jacket for Yaya last time, there was some cotton left. I wanted to make you a hat, but I didn't know how, so I sewed you a pair of gloves."

"This way, your hands won't get cold when you're driving."

Song Yan's mouth curled up happily, and teased her, "Hey, my Erya cares about her brother now."

Song Wanzhou blushed slightly when he was praised: "Brother, go quickly, I'm still at home."

"Brother is gone." Song Yan put on cotton gloves, and when he took the whip again, his hands were not so cold.

The road was covered with snow and the donkey moved slowly, so it took a full hour to reach the town.

The sky was gloomy, without a single ray of sunshine, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife. Song Yan wrapped herself tightly in a thin blanket, revealing only her red face from the cold.

Seeing the sunlight getting dimmer and dimmer, Song Yan was anxious: "Why haven't we reached the county town yet?"

He urged the donkey: "Go faster, go faster."

If it was too late and the city gates were closed, he would have to spend the night outside and in such cold weather, he would probably catch a cold.

Fortunately, Song Yan arrived at the city gate before dark.

As soon as he entered the city, he went straight to the Thanos Gang.

Brother Ying saw that his face was blue with cold, so he quickly brought him some hot tea: "Drink some tea to warm yourself up first."

Song Yan held the hot tea and gulped it down, and her body slowly warmed up.

Brother Ying then asked nervously, "Brother Yan, you came so late, did something happen on the way?"

"There was deep snow on the road, so we walked a little slower," Song Yan explained.

At this time, Zhong Hui next door heard that he had arrived and walked over quickly.

Song Yan pointed to the basket and said, "Here are fifty apples. Check them."

Zhong Hui carefully counted them and found nothing wrong, so he said, "It's snowing now, and the road is hard to travel on. We plan to set out early tomorrow morning."

Song Yan agreed: "Be careful on the road."

Then, Brother Ying asked the cook to prepare a table of dishes.

After dinner, Zhong Hui talked about the news he heard in Nanyang Prefecture a few days ago.

"It is said that the wealthy businessman Huang who bought apples from us just moved here from your Xijiang Town."

Song Yan couldn't help but be surprised, is it such a coincidence?

Sensing the difference in Song Yan's expression, Zhong Hui asked, "Do you know each other?"

Song Yan scratched the tip of his nose: "I know him, but he doesn't know me. He is a famous tycoon in our town."

"Recently, this wealthy businessman Huang has become quite famous in Nanyang Prefecture." Zhong Hui continued, "I also heard that the apples he bought from us were all delivered to Prince Yong's Mansion."

Brother Ying showed disdain: "Tsk, another bootlicker."

Song Yan said indifferently: "The money and goods have been paid. No matter who he sends it to, it has nothing to do with us."

Moreover, according to what Shu Changyu said, Prince Yong is not an easy person to deal with.

The few of them chatted until dark, but since Zhong Hui had to leave for Nanyang Prefecture the next day, they did not chat too late into the night.

That night, Song Yan stayed at Thanos's house. He was used to sleeping on a heated bed these days, and now he was a little uncomfortable with the change to an ordinary bed.

Even if I put a hot water bottle in the bed, it would become cold again in the middle of the night.

After Song Yan was woken up by the cold, she couldn't fall asleep again.

He opened his eyes until dawn with a pair of dark circles under his eyes. After breakfast, he said goodbye to Brother Ying.

He first went to Xiangfenglou and delivered fifteen apples to Shopkeeper Li. This was what Song Yan had promised him before. It was okay to make less money, but he must not violate his integrity.

After coming out of Xiangfeng Tower, he went straight to the county government office to deliver New Year's goods, but was told by the doorman that their young master had returned to the capital to celebrate the New Year, so he was unable to see Lin Yifeng.

Finally, he bought some New Year's goods on the street and couldn't wait to rush home.

The sun came out today, and as the snow melted, the road became slippery and muddy, making it even more difficult for the donkey cart to move.

We set out at 9:00 p.m. and when we arrived at Zhangjia Village, the sky was dark and fine snow was falling gently. Our vision became blurred in the flying snowflakes and we could hardly see the road.

Before the donkey cart reached the house, the door opened from the inside and An Qi walked out: "Brother Song."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Song Yan said hurriedly, "Help me get my things and get off the car. I'm freezing."

As he said this he jumped out of the car. He had been sitting there for the whole day and his legs were numb without him noticing. When he got out, he almost fell headfirst to the ground and landed flat on his face.

An Qi quickly pulled him aside and said, "Brother Song, be careful."

"Thank you." Song Yan walked in trembling and saw a brazier burning in the main room.

He quickly walked to the brazier, took off his wet and cold cotton gloves, stretched out his frozen red hands, and put them over the brazier to warm them.

Gradually, my hands felt the warmth and my cold fingertips began to warm up.

At this time, Song Wanzhou came in with a bowl of hot noodle soup: "Brother, it's time to eat noodles."

Song Yan was hungry, so she took the bowl, quickly finished the noodles, and felt refreshed.

Then I soaked my feet, heated up the kang and went to bed.

Song Yan slept soundly all night and at dawn was awakened by the shrill screams of a pig being slaughtered.

He sat up suddenly and realized belatedly that it was the Niu family who was slaughtering the pig.