Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

Song Pan'er pulled out a bottle of Erguotou from her straw bag like a magic trick and said with a grin, "Grandpa Tie, do you think I can trust you?"

Tie Wenqin reached out to grab it, but Song Paner dodged it nimbly.

He was so anxious, "Oh my! Young Master, I, Tie Wenqin, am the most reputable swordsmith in the world. Of course you can trust me!"

Just for the sake of the fine wine in the young master's hand, he has to keep his mouth shut and protect this little boy and his family!

Song Pan'er handed him the wine and warned him seriously, "I won't say anything if you drink on weekdays, but you must not miss your business, otherwise I will never give you wine again."

Tie Wenqin was aware of this. He impatiently unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and took a careful sip. "Don't worry, Master. I won't delay the important work you've entrusted to me. We can start construction as soon as we reach the next county."

He looked at the blueprints and found that the raw materials were quite simple, but they could only be found in shops in the county town.

Song Pan'er nodded, and took the gunpowder formula to find Lin Chengxiu and Yang Shaochun.

Yang Shaochun didn't understand, he just did whatever the young master told him to do. Lin Chengxiu looked for a long time but still didn't understand what Song Pan'er was looking for these things for.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but Yang Shaochun next to him started winking at him.

He shut up silently.

After Song Pan'er left, Yang Shaochun spoke up, "Uncle Lin, my mother said that we should follow the young master's instructions and not ask too many questions to upset him."

Lin Chengxiu was speechless. Yang Shaochun and his mother, as well as the two sisters Zhenzhu and Cuiyu, could indeed be described as "loyal servants". They never asked any questions and always did a good job in what the Song family assigned them. In this respect, he was far inferior to them.

He clasped his fists and bowed to Yang Shaochun, "Thank you for your advice."

Yang Shaochun quickly returned the favor, "No, no, no, this is just the experience my mother summed up. If you want to stay by the young master's side, you have to be obedient and not ask too many questions. The young master doesn't like people who are too curious."

He was too embarrassed to say that he dreamed every day that after the young master ascended to heaven, he and his mother would be able to ascend to heaven with him.

The two of them discussed in detail how to get these materials, then Lin Chengxiu lay down to sleep, and Yang Shaochun was responsible for keeping watch.

Xue Ping'er and two maids were rolling up the sleeping pills. They had made a lot of them during this period. Xue Ping'er improved the formula and shortened the duration of the drug's effect by half.

Song Pan'er went to help roll some, and thought that Yu Ying might be able to use this kind of drug, so she took a box and put it in her straw bag so that she could pass it on during the next transaction.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Pan'er went to lie down on the floor of her house.

Qian Jinfeng put down the half-finished cloth shoes in her hand and lay down beside her.

Song Pan'er looked at her mother and wanted to move closer to her mother's arms, but Qian Jinfeng quickly reached out to stop her, "Don't come over, I stink."

Song Paner sniffed and it seemed to be the smell of sweat. She quickly turned over, took out a sachet from the station and put it on her head.

Let’s forget about the mother-daughter affection for now, the smell is just too strong.

Qian Jinfeng laughed secretly, smelled the sandalwood scent emanating from the sachet, looked at her daughter's furry head, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Song Dahe came back from practicing swordsmanship and saw that the mother and daughter were already asleep. He put down his sword and tiptoed over to lie down, but was kicked by Qian Jinfeng.

He was not angry, and closed his eyes with his hands under his head.

Life now is completely different from when I was in Qingshan Village. Although I am on the road to escape famine, I can eat and drink well, learn to read and learn martial arts, and I have money in my hands.

Song Dahe felt like he was dreaming.

If this was really a dream, he prayed that he would never wake up from it.