The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

"I thought your business had just started and it wasn't easy, so I just endured it for now. Now you see that we can make money ourselves." After a pause, Song Jinsheng continued, "Brother Mazi has always been generous. He didn't say anything. When my aunt was talking, he was even beside her and told her to say less."

"I understand. We'll find a place tomorrow. Just these two days. Let's move out as soon as possible."

Song Yuntang had already finished dinner. After thinking about it, she went into the house and gave the bag of winter melon candy from the Xu family's betrothal gift to Song Jinsheng.

"Brother, please come back soon. I won't keep you for dinner. It will be dark if you stay any later. Take this bag of candy and eat it on the way."

Sugar has always been precious, so Song Jinsheng pushed it back without thinking.

"I'm not a child, why give me candy? Mom saved some food for me."

In fact, he didn't know whether his family had left any food for him. After all, he left in a hurry before coming here and didn't inform his family.

But he usually goes home for dinner, so unless he specifies otherwise, he should stay.

Song Yuntang stuffed the winter melon candy into his hand without saying a word.

"Brother, you came to my place now, so you must not have eaten yet. How can I let you go back with an empty stomach?"

Song Jinsheng hesitated for a moment, opened the oil-paper package, took out three or four pieces of candy, and stuffed the rest back into Song Yuntang's hands.

"These few pieces are enough."

After saying that, he put one of the candies in his mouth, picked up his load and turned to leave.

Song Yuntang stood at the door and watched his back disappear at the intersection ahead. He pursed his lips and smiled. Just as he was about to close the door, a strange face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man looked at her a little embarrassedly, "Are you Miss Song who rented our yard?"

Song Yuntang was puzzled, "Who are you?"

The man hurriedly explained, "Uncle Qin who rented the yard to you is my father. My name is Qin Yong."

Song Yuntang understood, "Brother Qin, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

The call of "Brother Qin" made it difficult for Qin Yong to say what he was about to say next. He scratched the back of his head.

"Nothing, I just came to see if you are used to living here, girl?"

Song Yuntang felt a little baffled, but he nodded because he was Uncle Qin's son and said, "Everything is fine."

"Okay, girl, go to bed early. I'll go back first." After saying that, he ran away without caring whether his wife would complain after he got back.

Song Yuntang closed the gate and couldn't help muttering.

"Weird."

After returning to the yard, Song Yuntang poured all the water in the tank into the big pot, added medicinal herbs and started to boil.

Not long after they started working, Mu Dong and Mu Qiu arrived. On the third day of opening, the shop earned six taels and three qian of silver. Song Yuntang took the six taels and put three qian of silver in the cash box as change.

She didn't keep them to help today. She asked Mu Dong to carry two buckets of water for her and then let them go back.

Song Yuntang boiled a pot of medicine. It was already completely dark. She took a shower and sat in the yard holding Dahuang. Xiaobai squatted beside her legs. The two dogs looked at the moon for a long time before going back to sleep.

……

The next day was the day Song Yuntang had promised to go for a follow-up visit with Mrs. Jiang.

She had just finished getting herself ready when Song Jinsheng arrived.

Song Yuntang was a little surprised, "Second brother, you came so early, have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

Song Jinsheng touched his belly and sighed.

"Last night when I went home, my mother thought I would eat at your place, so she shared my meal with everyone else and didn't leave any for me. I didn't say anything, but was so hungry I went back to sleep. She thought I was being disrespectful to her, and kept nagging me for a long time. She even didn't cook for me this morning."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Yuntang with grievance.

"Sister, if I'm really kicked out by my mother in the future, will you take me in?"

Song Yuntang smiled helplessly, "You are my brother. If I don't take you in, will I just watch you become homeless? I'll make you some porridge first, and I'll buy you two meat buns when I come back from the Jiang residence for a follow-up visit."

Hearing that she had something to do, Song Jinsheng hurriedly followed her into the kitchen.

"Then don't bother me, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay. Cooking porridge is easy." Song Yuntang said. He washed the rice and put it in the pot. He took an egg, cleaned the eggshell and placed it on the edge of the pot. "Second brother, watch the fire. After the rice porridge is cooked, the egg will be ready to eat. You can rinse it in cold water before eating. It will be easier to peel the shell."

"I see."

Song Jinsheng felt a little touched. Ever since he had a younger brother, he had never eaten a whole egg except for egg drop soup. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would eat a whole egg at his sister's house.

After Song Yuntang gave the instructions, he went out with his medicine box on his back.

When they arrived at the Jiang family, the doorman did not stop her when he heard her name, but directly led her to the Wen family's courtyard.

After finishing the follow-up consultation with Wen, Song Yuntang was led away by the maid.

As soon as I came out of the yard, Jiang Surao was waiting at the door.

Upon seeing this, the maid hurriedly bowed.

"This slave has met the young lady."

Jiang Surao hummed, "You go back, I will personally send Miss Song out."

"Yes."

The maid bowed again and returned to Wen's courtyard.

Jiang Surao did not speak to Song Yuntang, but just walked towards the gate of Jiang Mansion. Song Yuntang could not tell what she was thinking, so he could only follow her slowly.

When she was about to reach the gate of Jiang's residence, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Song Yuntang with an arrogant look.

"Didn't you tell me before that the handkerchief pattern I ordered was unique?"

Song Yuntang nodded, "Yes."

Naturally, she would not deny what she said.

Jiang Surao pulled out two handkerchiefs from her sleeves and threw them on the ground, saying coldly, "Look for yourself what this is."

Song Yuntang looked puzzled and leaned over to pick up the two handkerchiefs on the ground and took a look.

The pictures on the handkerchiefs are almost exactly the same!

After Jiang Surao ordered the handkerchief, she purchased the fabric and silk thread herself, so she naturally knew which piece of fabric was chosen by her.

She looked at one of the handkerchiefs and said, "This handkerchief is made of the wrong material."

Jiang Surao snorted coldly, "Of course it's not right, because this handkerchief is not mine at all."

When Song Yuntang heard this, he looked at Jiang Surao.

"Miss Jiang, if you have anything to say, please speak directly. This way I can also know what happened."

Jiang Surao glanced in the direction of the handkerchief and said, "First, take a look at the embroidery. The embroidery and patterns on the two handkerchiefs are extremely similar. It's hard to say they weren't made by the same person."

Song Yuntang compared the embroidery carefully. Although she didn't know how to embroider, the original owner knew a little, so she could naturally see some of the tricks.

The embroidery techniques of the two handkerchiefs were indeed similar, but Jiang Surao's was embroidered more delicately. Although the fabric of the other handkerchief was also of high quality, the embroidery could not match Zhao's, but it was not too bad either.

Song Yuntang had previously told Zhao Qiao'e that the pattern she gave could only be embroidered for Jiang Surao, and that embroidering this kind of handkerchief took time and was not an easy task. She didn't believe that Zhao Qiao'e would have time to embroider the handkerchief and sell it.

However, even if someone had seen Jiang Surao's handkerchief, it would be impossible for anyone who was not a person with a photographic memory to remember the entire picture. She did not believe that anyone in Cile Town could be so smart.

"Where did Miss Jiang get this other handkerchief?"