Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Xiaojiu stayed at the Song family that night. He originally slept in Song Xiaobao's room, but because Song Xiaobao was still young, he slept with the Song couple at night, so the room was left empty. He also slept in this room when he stayed overnight on weekdays.

For some reason tonight, Song Xiaobao insisted on sleeping with Song Xiaojiu. Song Qin had no choice but to stuff the kid into Song Xiaojiu's quilt, thinking that at worst he would just have to get up at night.

Song Xiaobao fell asleep contentedly in Song Xiaojiu's arms. When Song Chunlin came in, the two of them were already sleeping in a mess on the bed.

Looking at Song Xiaojiu's rosy face when he was sleeping, Song Chunlin raised his hand and gently touched his forehead. A spiritual mark was then imprinted into Song Xiaojiu's spiritual sea.

In fact, people's memories of their childhood are almost vague, but to be on the safe side, Song Chunlin still gave Song Xiaojiu a mental imprint. The purpose was to prevent Song Xiaojiu from remembering things before the age of four when he grew up. After all, some memories are best not to be remembered.

After doing all this, Song Chunlin returned to his room. He lay on the bed pretending to be asleep. In fact, his mental power had already entered the space, leaving only a trace outside for alert. Recently, those noble families have been quiet, but Song Chunlin didn't think they would give up. The current calm might just be to make them relax their vigilance.

In the space, Dabao has already planted the land, and the newly harvested corn has begun to take on the appearance of modern corn, which is very different from the original appearance. If he put the two together, he would definitely not associate them together.

Song Chunlin looked at the corn in his hand, calculating when he could push the corn out. Dabao over there suddenly shouted. Song Chunlin opened his eyes, and his mental power instantly enveloped the entire Song family. He saw a lot of golden light of merit flying towards this side in the distance. Song Chunlin was a little surprised. He didn't seem to do anything strange recently?

"Dabao? What happened?"

Dabao's voice was filled with excitement: "This is the golden light of merit. Wow, so much merit. I've gained so much merit!"

Song Chunlin: “…”

He seemed to have just realized that Dabao was actually a money-grubber.

After Dabao's excitement wore off, he told Song Chunlin in surprise: "Master, we have gained tens of thousands of golden lights of merit!"

"Tens of thousands?" Song Chunlin was shocked. What on earth had he done to deserve so much golden light of merit to fall from the sky? It was comparable to the merit he had gained during the previous plague.

"Dabao, what kind of merit is this, to have so much?"

Dabao calmed down for a moment. Song Chunlin didn't know how it found out. After a while, Dabao said, "Master, this is the merit you gave me for saving Song Xiaojiu."

"Xiaojiu?" Song Chunlin was even more shocked. He really didn't expect that after saving Song Xiaojiu, God would give him tens of thousands of merits! Song Chunlin looked in the direction of Song Xiaojiu's room. How could this be a prince? This was the God of Wealth!

Dabao was still explaining to him: "Song Xiaojiu's biological father, Prince Ru'an, still has many remnants lurking in the capital. If they knew that Song Xiaojiu was not dead, they would find him at all costs and train him as a puppet. Song Xiaojiu is so miserable. If he hadn't met you, he would have been brainwashed by those people and turned into a rebel and started a rebellion. According to the established historical process, many people would have died in that battle."

Song Chunlin thought for a moment and understood what Dabao meant: "So, it was because I changed Song Xiaojiu's memory and his predetermined fate that the rebellion did not happen, and then the heavens bestowed merit on me?"

"That's right. Just like when you assisted the emperor in suppressing the rebellion, you changed the fate of Dajing, which was bound to decline, and indirectly changed the fate of many people who were bound to die. This is your merit."

Song Chunlin caught the loophole in Dabao's words: "You said that I have changed the fate of Dajing and helped many people escape the war, so why will Xiaojiu still become the person who provokes the war in the future?"

"Master, the future is not set in stone. Everyone's choice is closely related to the future. If I had to describe it, it would be similar to the butterfly effect in the original world."

Song Chunlin understood that he was the butterfly. With just a small flap of its wings, the destiny of Dajing was disrupted. From the moment he participated in suppressing the rebellion, everything in the future became a variable, and Song Xiaojiu was one of the variables.

After sorting out the clues, Song Chunlin no longer hesitated, but rubbed his hands excitedly and went in to see what changes had taken place in the space.

Overall, the space doesn't seem to have changed much, but if you look closely, there are some subtle differences.

For example, the forest in the distance was something that had never existed before. Song Chunlin walked to the edge of the forest. The trees planted here were all familiar to Song Chunlin, such as pine, cypress, camphor and fir. Song Chunlin walked in and found that the trees inside were obviously more precious than those outside. Some precious mahogany, nanmu, and even rosewood could be found inside. Song Chunlin stood next to a rosewood. Looking inside from his direction, he could clearly see that there were many precious trees inside, many of which he didn't recognize at all. Dabao said that the deepest part was the treasures collected by the ancestors of the Song family. At the beginning, only some seedlings were transplanted in it. After tens of millions of years, they had long since grown into treasures that are hard to find in the world.

Song Chunlin's merit power is not enough, so he can only go to the outermost area. The trees on the outer area are just ordinary items, which are good for making furniture, but Song Chunlin wants the natural treasures inside more. Those are natural treasures that even the cultivation world would be drooling over. If he were to collect so many good things by himself, it would take him forever to get them. It is possible that even if the treasure is right in front of him, he would not recognize it.

Although it was a pity that he couldn't go in, Song Chunlin still found some surprises on the periphery.

"Is this Ganoderma lucidum? It's so big!" Song Chunlin first found a large number of Ganoderma lucidum on several maple trees, and then saw patches of ginseng in an open space. Not only ginseng, but also American ginseng. There were also several huge purple ganoderma growing on some strange-shaped rocks!

Song Chunlin excitedly climbed onto the strange rock. He circled around the purple fungi several times, his excitement beyond words.

"What a big flower! I'm rich, I'm rich!" Song Chunlin made the same strange cry as Dabao.

In ancient times, there was no concept of herbal medicine cultivation, and most medicinal materials were collected from the wild, which led to high prices for many medicinal materials. Unlike modern times, many precious medicinal materials can be artificially cultivated, which has brought down prices and allowed more people to afford medicine.

Song Chunlin was not in a hurry to pick these herbs. His family often drank spiritual spring water and they were in good health. Instead of picking the herbs now, it would be better to let them continue to grow in the field. Anyway, they had been growing for so many years, and it would not be too late to pick them when they were really needed.

He continued to stroll around the forest in a good mood. This forest was very large, and it was a long stretch surrounding the foot of the mountain. Even the outermost part was almost ten kilometers long. Song Chunlin could not finish the tour in a short time. When it was dawn, he came out of the space with a basket in his hand filled with Matsutake mushrooms that had just been dug out from the space. It was a whole basket, and the quality was excellent. If it were in modern times, this basket would cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Thinking of the endless supply of Matsutake mushrooms in his space, Song Chunlin couldn't stop smiling.

Matsutake is great. It’s so delicious when roasted or stewed in soup. I’m drooling just thinking about it.

Song Chunlin asked Song Dazhuang to send half of it to the Marquis' Mansion. In the evening, Song Qin killed a chicken and stewed chicken soup with matsutake mushrooms. The chicken soup tasted better than usual.

"Wow, what a good stuff! This is the first time I taste this flavor. It's really delicious." Song Dazhuang is not good at speaking and can only say that it tastes good.

Song Qin sipped the matsutake chicken soup, and Song Chunlin picked up a piece of roasted matsutake and put it into her bowl.

"Mom, eat more. I still have some in my space. If you want to eat, I'll go in and dig it up."

Mrs. Song Qin really enjoyed her son's filial piety. She responded with a smile on her face, then picked up the matsutake mushroom with chopsticks, opened her mouth and tasted it. It was indeed delicious.

The others were also impressed by the taste of Matsutake and asked to eat it every two or three days. Song Chunlin agreed with a smile.

As the end of the year approached and the weather was getting colder, Song Dazhuang was just planning when to slaughter the New Year pig when it suddenly started snowing.

"It's snowing?" Hearing the children shouting outside, the adults ran outside and saw snowflakes floating in the sky. It was indeed snowing.

Grandpa Song reached out to catch some snow. The snow was not heavy and melted as soon as it fell into his warm palm, bringing a hint of coolness.

A-mo Song was afraid that the children would catch a cold, so she took care of them and asked them to go back to the house. A few of the little ones were unwilling to do so and wanted to play in the snow, so A-mo Song pulled them back one by one. As for the rest, Song Chunlin followed them back obediently.

"It's snowing well. It looks like the weather will be good next year." Grandpa Song sighed.

Song Dazhuang agreed: "This year is pretty good. At least it rained a few times, so we didn't really die of drought. If it was like the past three years, with no rain at all, that would be a really hard time."

"Who says it's not true? Fortunately, we came to the capital. If we had stayed in our hometown, we don't know what the situation would be like now."

Grandpa Song couldn't bear to see Aunt Song feel sad, so he quickly comforted her, "We are fine now, don't think about those things. It's snowing today, so you have to make the quilts in the children's rooms, don't let them get cold."

Only then did Song Amao remember that she still had to make the bed, so she hurried to find Song Chunlin to get a quilt, not caring enough to continue feeling sad.

Grandpa Song was relieved to see that he was busy. Since it was snowing and they couldn't play outside, he took the children to the study to do their homework.

Song Chunlin naturally did not need supervision, and Grandpa Song was only responsible for teaching the two children to recognize words. The family had discussed that when Song Xiaojiu turned six years old, he would be sent to school. Although they adopted Song Xiaojiu, he was a prince after all, and they could not let Song Xiaojiu really follow them as a farmer for the rest of his life, right?

When Song Xiaojiu was in the palace, he studied with a teacher for a few days. However, the teacher's teaching was too boring and not suitable for a four-year-old child. Song Xiaojiu was very unhappy studying and naturally did not learn much.

When they arrived at the Song family, the literacy cards that Song Chunlin gave him and Song Xiaobao were all colorful. Children like such bright colors. In addition, Grandpa Song was very patient and did not make strict demands on Song Xiaojiu. Song Xiaojiu was very happy to learn, and he learned even more words in the Song family than in the palace.

It had been snowing outside for several days. Grandma Song provided thick quilts for the children and used a hot water bottle to warm their beds before they went to bed at night. As a result, none of the Song family's children fell ill from catching a cold over the course of several days.

On the contrary, there have been more and more sick people in the village recently, and most of them are from poor families. Some families are so poor that they only have a thin reed quilt, which cannot keep them warm even if they wrap themselves in it. Fortunately, there was no heavy snow, otherwise these people might not even survive until dawn.

Song Dazhuang walked to the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Yesterday's snow collapsed the roof of the poorest family in the village. Song Dazhuang came to repair the roof for that person and to find the butcher to make an appointment with him to slaughter the pigs.

Song Dazhuang did not come empty-handed. He was holding an earthenware jar, which contained small glutinous rice dumplings cooked by Song Qinshi. There was enough brown sugar and ginger added to the glutinous rice, and the glutinous rice was added. Drinking a bowl of it in winter can help ward off the cold.

When Song Dazhuang arrived, some people were already busy. This family had a pair of orphans whose parents died in a drought. The village chief felt sorry for the brothers and often found some easy jobs for them. This time the roof collapsed, and the village chief was the first to discover it. If he hadn't found someone in time to dig up the collapsed house, the brothers would have been frozen to death or suffocated to death buried underground.

Fortunately, both of them were not seriously injured, just some frostbite on their hands and feet, and were taken to Doctor Wang for treatment.

The house had to be renovated today, and the two brothers couldn't sit still. They ran over with gauze wrapped on their hands and were busy running around.

Song Dazhuang looked at them, wearing thin clothes and shivering with cold. The younger one's face was even blue from the cold. He waved to them to come over and gave each of them a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice wine.

"Eat. When you are full, you will feel warm."

The two brothers held the steaming hot bowls, feeling a little embarrassed. Song Dazhuang had obviously come to repair their house, but now they were eating his food. They felt bad, but the sweetness in the bowl kept tempting them.

The younger brother whispered to his older brother: "Brother, this smells so good. I'm so hungry."

Seeing his brother's lips bloodless from the cold, the elder brother gritted his teeth and let his brother drink the bowl of glutinous rice balls. As for his own, he swallowed and wanted to pass it back to Song Dazhuang.

Song Dazhuang didn't take it, but told him that it would get cold if he didn't eat it.

"This stuff tastes best when eaten hot. Eat it while it's hot. I have some more on the stove at home so you can eat it when you get home."