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Unfortunately, Song Yan's heart was as hard as iron. No matter how much Erya coaxed her, she remained unmoved.

Erya puffed up her cheeks and said, "Then fill a bowl for me and I'll save it for later."

Song Yan handed her bowl to Erlin: "Go scoop a bowl of soup and put it in the basket for me. Watch her and don't let her eat it secretly."

Erlin held back his laughter, took the bowl, and turned around to scoop the soup.

"I want more chicken legs." Arya said as she chased after him.

After lunch, Song Yan felt a little sleepy and wanted to go back to the room to take a nap.

Just then, he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Song boy, Song boy."

Song Yan yawned and went out to see that it was Uncle Dazhu.

Uncle Dazhu drove the ox cart and stopped at the door.

"Uncle, do you have anything to do for you?" Song Yan walked over and asked.

Uncle Dazhu rubbed his hands and stammered before saying, "I heard from Sister Niu that you wanted to buy a pregnant ewe."

"Oh, that's true." Song Yan asked, "Uncle, do you know where I can buy it?"

Uncle Dazhu said a little embarrassedly: "My eldest daughter-in-law's family raises a few sheep. One of the ewes happened to be pregnant. I want to sell it for some silver. If you want it..."

"Yes, yes." Song Yan quickly replied, "Where are the sheep?"

Uncle Dazhu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's in town. If you want it, come with me or I'll bring it back for you."

Song Yan thought that there were still many things to buy for the family, so she said, "I'll go. I just need to go to town to buy some things."

"Brother, I want to go to town too." Erya poked her little head out and looked at him eagerly.

"Go if you want to." Song Yan asked Erlin again, "Do you want to go with me?"

Erlin shook his head and refused: "You guys go, I won't go, Yaya is still at home and needs someone to take care of her."

Over there, Erya climbed onto the ox cart using her hands and feet, as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Song Yan got on the ox cart and remembered that he had forgotten to bring his backpack. He shouted, "Erlin, take out my backpack."

Aniu, who lives next door, heard the noise and came out: "Uncle Dazhu, are you going to town?"

"Yes." Uncle Dazhu replied.

"Then give me a ride too." said Aniu.

His father had some broken tools and had to go to town to buy them back.

Aunt Niu chased him out, gave him the money, and reminded him: "If it's too expensive, remember to bargain. Don't be like a gourd with a sawed mouth, silent."

Ah Niu: "Oh oh."

Song Yan tilted her head to look over, and said with a smile, "Aunt, I'm here, so you can rest assured."

Aunt Niu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, you are the one who is cunning and sly. I feel relieved that you are watching over Ah Niu."

Song Yan frowned: "Aunt, listen to me, is this a compliment?"

Uncle Dazhu and Aniu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After Ah Niu got on the cart, Uncle Dazhu cracked the whip and the old cow started pulling the cart.

The spring breeze was blowing gently and the sun was warm. Song Yan felt a rare sense of comfort. She couldn't help squinting her eyes and humming a song.

Erya came up to him and said, "Brother, what are you singing? It sounds really nice."

After being interrupted by Erya, Song Yan tilted her head and said, "Just singing casually."

"Brother Niu," Erya held up her chin, "Why haven't you been to Mr. Huang's house recently?"

Ah Niu said, "Spring ploughing is almost here, so I can't leave for now. I'll go after a while."

Song Yan interrupted and asked, "Who is Mr. Huang?"

Erya covered her mouth: "Brother, don't you know?"

Mr. Huang was a landlord in the town. He owned more than 100 acres of land and a large farm.

Every year his family hires a lot of temporary workers.

During the slack season, Aniu would also work as a temporary worker in Mr. Huang's house.

Mr. Huang was very generous. The money he earned from doing odd jobs for a few months was enough to support his entire family for a year.

Erya smiled and said, "Sister Yueyue asked me a few days ago when you would go to Mr. Huang's house again."

A faint blush appeared on Ah Niu's dark face, but his face was too dark, which well concealed his embarrassment.

"Wait, wait until I finish working in the fields." Aniu said stumblingly.

Song Yan touched his chin. Oh my, it seemed like this boy Aniu was feeling aroused.

He curled the corners of his lips, thinking how good it was to be young.

In his previous life, when he died, he was already 26, almost 27 years old, and he had never been in a relationship.

There are many girls chasing after him, some are intelligent and pretty, some are pure and cute, all kinds of girls are there.

But he remained calm.

Sometimes he would feel very regretful that he had not met the person who could make his heart beat.

However, a person's life cannot be perfect in every aspect. He already has family and friendship. If he doesn't have love, then so be it. If he has it, I'm lucky. If he loses it, it's my fate.

Sometimes when Song Yan sees young people falling in love, she still feels more or less touched.

Soon they arrived at the town. Uncle Dazhu drove the cows to an alley, stopped the car and shouted, "Mother Chunhua! Mother Chunhua!"

Chunhua is the name of his eldest daughter-in-law.

"Coming, coming." As the words fell, a middle-aged woman in simple clothes walked out of the alley.

The man had slanted eyes and two obvious wrinkles on his face, looking a bit sarcastic.

Chunhua's mother complained, "Dad Shitou, why are you here so late?"

Uncle Dazhu touched the back of his head and smiled honestly: "I was delayed in the field for a while, so I'm late. By the way, Chunhua came back yesterday and said that you have a pregnant ewe to sell. Do you still have the sheep?"

"Yes, yes."

Chunhua's mother glanced at Song Yan casually, her eyes rolling around, and she said loudly: "Someone just asked me to buy it, but I didn't agree."

His youngest son was also of marriageable age, and he was engaged to the daughter of a butcher in the town. However, the girl asked for a betrothal gift of two taels of silver.

Two taels of silver is not a lot, but some time ago, his family's old Zhao fell and broke his leg, and he spent a lot of money on the doctor and medicine. Now he is a little short of money, otherwise he would not have thought of selling the pregnant ewe.

Chunhua's mother turned to look at Song Yan and said, "This is the boy who wants to buy a sheep."

Song Yan got off the ox cart: "It's me, where is the sheep? Can I take a look?"

"Sure, sure." Chunhua's mother led the way, "It's right inside."

"Aniu, you and Erya wait here, we'll be back soon." Song Yan followed her into the backyard and took a look at the sheep pen.

Mother Chunhua pointed to a ewe with a bulging belly and said, "This is it."

Song Yan looked carefully and the ewe looked very healthy. He reached out and touched the sheep's neck. The ewe was also very docile and let him touch it obediently.

Song Yan really liked it: "How much do you sell this sheep for?"

Chunhua's mother smiled kindly: "Since you were brought here by Shitou's father, we are all acquaintances now. So, let's do this. For only three taels of silver, I will give you the sheep."

"Three taels?!" Uncle Dazhu's eyes widened.

Song Yan subconsciously took her hand off the sheep's neck.

My goodness, he asked for three taels of silver right away. Does he really look like a sucker?

But pregnant ewes are rare, and Song Yan didn't want to bother with it anymore, so she tried to bargain with her: "Aunt, I don't have that much money, please give me a lower price."

Chunhua's mother insisted: "Three taels of silver cannot be less."

She patted the ewe and said proudly, "This ewe of mine can give birth to three lambs at one time. I only got three taels of silver for a ewe and three lambs. I still feel like I'm losing out."

"Forget it, I won't buy it." Song Yan walked away.

Chunhua's mother was stunned for a moment, and when she saw that he was really going to leave, she hurriedly chased after him and said, "Then it's two and a half taels, no less."

Song Yan knew about the prices of goods. A sheep cost at most one or two taels of silver. A ewe usually gave birth to one or two lambs at a time. A lamb cost 200 coins, and two lambs together cost less than half a tael of silver.

Chunhua's mother probably took advantage of his youth and thought he was a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Song Yan smiled politely: "Since Auntie is not sincere about selling it, then forget it."

Chunhua's mother gritted her teeth and said, "See if two taels of silver will do."

Song Yan left without looking back.

Seeing him come out so quickly, Erya asked curiously, "Brother, have you bought the sheep?"

Song Yan spread his hands and said, "I didn't buy it."

Uncle Dazhu didn't expect that Chunhua's mother would ask for such a high price. He said uncomfortably, "I'm so sorry, Dashu. It's all my fault that I didn't ask about the price in advance. You made a wasted trip."

"It's okay, uncle. I wanted to go to town to buy some things." Song Yan said, "We still have to go to the market to shop."

"You don't have to wait. We will hire a car to go back."