Spring comes to the desperate place

"Hey, peanuts are really good stuff. They can be used to make oil just like corn. And peanut oil is even more fragrant than corn oil."

Song Chunlin asked Song Dazhuang to pick up the oil barrel. The Song family ate lard and soybean oil. The lard was refined after the last pig slaughter. The fat of two pigs filled a full oil tank. The soybean oil was bought before moving and was already empty.

Song Chunlin took a small bowl and poured out the remaining soybean oil, then asked Song Dazhuang to pour the peanut oil into the oil tank. After finishing, he clapped his hands.

"Okay, let's eat peanut oil next."

After changing the oil, Song Chunlin returned to the main room and began to paint a rosy picture for everyone. Listening to Song Chunlin talking about the yield and the uses and so on, Song Dazhuang was confused by his son's lies. In the end, somehow, he found a few basic books about peanut planting in his arms.

Song Dazhuang returned to his room in a trance, arms full of books. He did not wake up until he had washed up and lay down on the bed.

"You little brat, he tricked me again!" Song Dazhuang shouted angrily.

Song Qin, who was lying next to him, chuckled: "You, you know your second son is a sly guy."

"Alas, I don't know who he inherited his personality from. And he's a boy, so in the future...in the future, he shouldn't get married."

Song Qin was speechless. As a father, was he thinking too far ahead? Song Chunlin was only seven years old, and only eight years old in spring. It was still a long way for her to get married.

"Why think so much? We are new here and have nothing. We only have this place to live thanks to Chunlin. If Chunlin wants to get married in the future, she can marry. If she doesn't want to marry, we will support her. Chunsheng won't dare to say anything anyway. As for Chunsheng's wife in the future, we'll talk about it later."

Speaking of his two sons' lifelong events, Song Dazhuang was a little worried. Although they had no worries about food and clothing now, they had only solved the problem of food and clothing. In two years, it would be time to arrange a marriage for Chunsheng, and marrying a wife would be another huge expense. Song Dazhuang felt worried when he thought about the money he had left. He couldn't rely entirely on the gold and silver in Song Chunlin's space, otherwise he would become something else.

Gu Fengyue came in the middle of the night and it happened to be snowing. Song Chunlin sensed the sound of carriages and horses in the space. When he was dressed and came to the door, he heard Gu Fengyue knocking on the door.

Song Chunlin did not disturb anyone. He opened the door and let Gu Fengyue in. Gu Fengyue asked him in a low voice whether Song Dazhuang had woken up. Song Chunlin stood in the corridor and looked at him, as if he was confirming something.

After a long time, he walked into the yard again, facing the light snow, and looked up at Gu Fengyue.

"Are you looking for something?"

Gu Fengyue's eyes widened instantly: "How come... it's you!"

Now Gu Fengyue was even more confused. He had always known that the Song family had a secret, but he had never thought that the secret of the Song family was actually with Song Chunlin.

Of course, Song Chunlin would not trust Gu Fengyue for no reason. Instead, he gave him a mental hint the moment Gu Fengyue spoke.

A high-level psychic can give mental hints to a low-level psychic. The greater the difference in levels between the two, the better the effect. Gu Fengyue is just an ordinary person, while Song Chunlin is already a high-level psychic. The mental hints he gives to Gu Fengyue are almost 100% successful.

Gu Fengyue was not aware that he was under mental suggestion. He just followed his instinct and told everything that happened when he came here late at night.

"My brother has been ambushed and is now on his deathbed. I only ask for a few of the pills I took before, or a bottle of water."

When he heard that it was Gu Fengyun who was in trouble, Song Chunlin understood what was going on. Gu Fengyue had said before that he left the capital to find medical treatment for his brother. When he first saw Gu Fengyun, he also looked very sick and it seemed that he would not live long.

Song Chunlin has never been a kind person. The rare time he was kind in his previous life cost him his life. This time, Song Chunlin pondered for a long time, until a thin layer of snow fell on both of their shoulders, he seemed to be so cold that he moved.

When he was thinking about whether to go back and put on another piece of clothing, a cloak that still carried body temperature was draped over his shoulders. He was not even as tall as Gu Fengyue's shoulders. Gu Fengyue half squatted down and carefully tied the cloak's straps for him.

Gu Fengyue looked at him straight in the eyes: "If you don't have any, then forget it. I know this is hard to ask. I'm sorry."

Song Chunlin didn't understand what he meant: "Why do you want to say sorry? I was the one who didn't help."

Gu Fengyue smiled and touched his head: "Remember the water bag I brought back before? I gave it to my brother to drink. During those days, he was in good health. He didn't cough up blood, had no palpitations, and slept soundly every day."

"But before that, he could only rely on pills to prolong his life. Whenever he felt uncomfortable, he would take pills as food. I always saw it, but I couldn't do anything to help him. I was very sad."

"Early before we left the capital, we knew that my brother might not survive this winter, but at least your water allowed him to spend some time without pain."

Song Chunlin didn't know that there was such a story between them. Even he himself didn't remember giving anything to Gu Fengyue. He dropped a drop of spiritual spring water into Gu Fengyue's water bag. He thought Gu Fengyue had drunk it long ago. He never thought that he actually kept it and returned to the Marquis' Mansion, indirectly saving Gu Fengyun's life.

Forget it, save the man to the end, send the Buddha to the west. Song Chunlin took off his cloak and returned it to him, then asked him to wait there for a while and went back to the house.

After a while, he took out a water bag from the house and handed it to Gu Fengyue who was still in a daze.

"Look, I don't have the medicine you want. I'm not a doctor, so how would I know what medicine to give your brother? This is the water you wanted. Remember to add water to it, or it will be too strong. I'm afraid your brother won't be able to handle it."

"This, really, really, give it to me?" Gu Fengyue was so excited that he stuttered. He was ready to go back empty-handed, but he didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly. Gu Fengyue excitedly bent down and hugged Song Chunlin tightly.

"Thank you, Chunlin, thank you!" Gu Fengyue hugged the little person in her arms tightly, and when she let go, she was already in tears.

Song Chunlin suspected that this person didn't even know that he was crying. He wiped his tears and pointed to the carriage outside the door: "Go, isn't your brother still waiting for you?"

"Okay, wait, I will come to thank you tomorrow morning." Gu Fengyue wiped his face roughly, then solemnly bowed to Song Chunlin, and then hurried out. The moment he got on the carriage, the coachman drove away.

Watching the carriage go away, Song Chunlin closed the door silently, turned around and saw Grandpa Song and Aunt Song standing in the corridor, looking at him with concern.