Farmhouse Green Plum

Song Ying thought about it and understood.

Last night, it was because Li had advised Luo Yong and his wife not to slap themselves in the face and openly reject her new name.

However, she was unhappy about changing her name without permission, which challenged Li's authority. So she ignored it and expressed her disapproval by ignoring it.

But now, naming people by myself can bring substantial benefits to the family and make Li, the grandmother, feel proud, so she agreed to the new name.

After thinking this through, Song Ying couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. What a benefit.

Because of this delay in the morning, Song Ying had to go out to work a lot later. After driving the ducks to the fields, she went to meet up with Yan Xing and Xiao Xiang. During this period, their morning job was still to pick up manure.

"Why are you so late today?" Luo Yanxing muttered, "How was it? Did your grandma beat you when you got home last night?"

Song Ying was not like Song Tian, Song Yuan and the others. Every time they were beaten, they would open their mouths and howl heart-wrenchingly, and the whole village could hear them. She would cry silently. Most of the time, except for her good friends, no one else knew that she had been beaten.

"No, Aunt Qian brought Daxia and Erxia to me this morning to pick names. Oh, by the way, from now on, Daxia should be called Zhou Meiyue and Erxia should be called Zhou Nanxing."

"They changed their names too?" Xiaoxiang was surprised.

Luo Yanxing's focus was: "Aunt Qian actually brought them to you to change their names! They are so lucky, their family took the initiative to change their names!"

Song Ying was a little depressed: "Are you focusing on the wrong thing? Someone asked me to name their child!"

Xiaoxiang was very perceptive and asked, "Did I give you a gift?"

"Hmm," Song Ying raised his eyebrows proudly, "a bag of sugar!"

"Tsk, the village chief is too stingy. If you ask someone to help you name a child, you should get at least two pounds of pork and two bags of sugar. But you only gave him one bag of sugar when you named his two granddaughters." Luo Yanxing stood up for her.

Song Ying was very satisfied: "It's enough. I'm not one of those scholars who help people name and explain the meaning of the name. I just picked a few nice-sounding characters and I don't even know what the specific characters are."

Luo Yanxing was still a little unconvinced, "We can't understand or remember the meaning of those zhihuzheya, and we can't say our names when introducing ourselves to others.

I think the most important thing about a name is that it sounds nice. Your name is much nicer than those others.

Besides, no matter what, you should at least be given two bags of sugar for each name. You can’t be treated differently just because you are small.”

Song Ying took her hand and said, "Okay, okay, it's all over, stop complaining.

Hey, I thought of a strange point last night. Why does your family blame you and your sister for not being able to give birth to a son?

Your parents had such a difficult pregnancy, it's obvious that there's something wrong with their health."

"My parents had been married for a year but still hadn't gotten pregnant, so my grandmother took my mother to see a doctor, and the doctor said there was nothing wrong with her health."

"What about your father?"

Luo Yanxing looked puzzled: "What does it have to do with my father? Isn't pregnancy and childbirth a woman's business?"

"But a woman can only get pregnant if there is a man."

Luo Yanxing blinked his eyes, thinking that what she said made sense, but also felt very strange: "My father sleeps very well, he can even fall asleep while sitting."

Song Ying was also puzzled. After thinking for a while, he said, "Let your father go see a doctor. Maybe he really is not well."

"No, no, my dad will beat me to death." Luo Yanxing shook his head like a rattle. "Two years ago, my dad had an argument with Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang scolded him and my dad got so angry that he picked up a kitchen knife and chased Uncle Wang across several ridges. Fortunately, he was stopped by Uncle Tian. Otherwise, he might have really killed Uncle Wang."

Song Ying remembered this incident. Thinking back to Luo Yong's expression and behavior that day, he felt it was very dangerous, so he gave up.

When collecting firewood in the afternoon, Song Ying sent Song Yuan away and said to the two of them, "I have to go to the county. You two can help me get some pine needles. If Xiao Cui and the others ask about it, you can also help me cover up."

Luo Yanxing was puzzled: "You went to sell herbs just the day before yesterday, what are you doing in the county now?"

"Buy a gift. Yuan Qing taught me how to read. Even if I don't give him a proper tuition, I should at least give him a gift to show my appreciation." When talking about learning to read, Song Ying's heart could not help but get excited.

"That's true," Luo Yanxing murmured, and curiously asked, "What are you going to give?"

There are many rules for the gift of tuition to a teacher by a scholar, which is different from ordinary gifts. Before sending Song Tian to school, his family specially consulted someone.

"Well, when Song Tian went to school, the six gifts he gave were pork, celery, longan, lotus seeds, red dates, and red beans.

But these things have to be cooked at home before they can be eaten, so giving them away as gifts would give the secret away.

Just buy some snacks. It’s too formal and I’m afraid it will put pressure on him and scare him away.”

Xiao Xiang said, "Then you can take some of the dried herbs we dried to sell, so you can carry less next time."

As there were only four of them, Song Ying could still calculate clearly based on the principle of more work, more pay. But if there were more people, even if he couldn't figure it out, he could just sell each person's herbs separately.

When Song Ying and the other two went to the county, the others helped to get firewood and gave each of them a penny as a reward for their hard work.

They earned as much as they picked, so every girl worked very hard. Every time they went to the county, Song Ying and the other two carried a lot of herbs.

Song Ying had no objection. He went with the two men to the cave where the herbs were stored and put the two sun-dried herbs into the backpack. He then said to the two men, "Don't hide the fact that I'm going to the county from Song Yuan. Tell him that I'll bring him some buns when I come back."

After giving the instructions, she set off with the backpack on her back.

Half an hour later, Song Ying arrived at the clinic.

They were already very familiar with each other. Seeing her, Lin Wenxuan did not stop what he was doing. He just smiled and said, "Hey, Miss Song, why are you here today? Don't you come here every three days?"

Song Ying smiled and said, "I have something to do. I need to come to the county temporarily and bring some herbs to sell."

"Please wait for a moment. The patient is waiting for this medicine. I will weigh it for you after I pound it."

"do your stuff."

Not long after, Lin Wenxuan pounded the medicine, wrapped it in a small piece of brown paper, and took it into the clinic to give it to Doctor Ma.

He swiftly took out the scale, weighed the herbs Song Ying brought, calculated the bill, and handed the copper coins to her: "Zhao Xiaoxiang's share is 25 cents, Luo Laidi's share is 23 cents, and your share is 31 cents."

Song Ying was surprised: "You even recognize our cloth bags?"

"Of course not. You three left the deepest impression on me." Lin Wenxuan smiled.

Song Ying also laughed and remembered something else, "Oh, by the way, I changed my name. You can call me Song Ying from now on!"

"Song Ying?" Lin Wenxuan was stunned. "Which Ying?"

"Ying in the falling petals." As he said this, Song Ying stretched out his fingers and started writing in the air.