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

Song Yuntang shook his head, "I should be grateful that you are willing to accommodate me like this."

If she hadn't proposed the engagement, their fates would not have been tied together.

In short, Xu Qingye was forced into this by her.

Xu Qingye smiled and said nothing more.

……

After they returned home, Song Yuntang put the paper into the house and continued to sit under the eaves to grind the herbs. The preparation of scar-removing ointment and pills was much more delicate and time-consuming than that of shampoo.

Xu Qingye rolled up his sleeves, revealing a lean arm. He chopped the chicken he brought in the morning into small pieces and put it into a clay pot. He then picked a small piece of ginger from the seasonings Song Yuntang bought, washed and sliced ​​it, and threw it in. He added water to the clay pot and simmered it on a small stove.

I also washed a handful of red dates and placed them aside, thinking I would put them in after the chicken was almost cooked.

After doing all this, he scooped out the pot of medicinal herbs that had been boiled and cooled before going out into a small jar and moved it under the eaves to dry.

He also rinsed all the bamboo jars that Song Jinsheng had sent him early in the morning with a bamboo brush and hung them on the rack in the yard.

While Song Yuntang was busy with the things at hand, he would glance in the direction of Xu Qingye from time to time. He really spoke very little and was basically working.

Moreover, he is very organized in doing things. Although his movements seem slow and methodical, he actually does things well and quickly. He does not forget things and run around, seeming busy but not getting much done.

After the bamboo pot was cleaned, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of chicken.

He washed his hands, got up and went to the kitchen, poured the red dates he had just washed into a ceramic jar, and sprinkled appropriate amount of salt into it.

Although not many seasonings are added, the chicken raised in the mountains tastes very fragrant when stewed.

Song Yuntang had been busy all morning and was indeed a little hungry. When he smelled the aroma of chicken soup, he felt even hungrier.

After a while, Xu Qingye came out of the kitchen holding a bowl.

"I don't know if the chicken is cooked through. Try it first. If it's not, I'll cook it for a little longer."

"it is good."

Song Yuntang washed his hands and went into the house.

There was a chicken leg, four or five pieces of chicken, a few red dates, and half a bowl of soup in the bowl.

She picked up the chicken leg and took a bite.

The tender chicken and the fragrant soup blend perfectly together, and it feels like it melts in your mouth.

She nodded as she ate.

“The chicken was stewed until tender and the flavor was just right.”

Xu Qingye smiled and said, "Eat something first, the meal will be ready soon."

Song Yuntang couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"it is good."

……

After the two finished their meal, Song Yuntang went back to his room and took a short nap.

She originally wanted to make a bed for Xu Qingye to rest, but since he refused, she did not force him.

When she woke up, Xu Qingye had poured all the medicinal juice in the big pot into bamboo jars, covered them all with lids and labels, and neatly stacked them in the corner of the side room.

He also ground up some of the remaining unground herbs from the morning and put them aside. If he knew how to make scar-healing ointment and pills, he would have done all these things for her.

Song Yuntang had just woken up and was a little dumbfounded when he came outside and looked at these things.

"You got everything done?"

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing, so I didn't put in much effort." Xu Qingye was as nonchalant as ever. He glanced at the sky outside and said, "I won't be having dinner with you today. I've finished everything here, so I'll go back first."

Song Yuntang nodded. "Okay, then be careful on the road. I don't have much to do here in the next few days, and I feel much better. You should rest at home for a few days to recover from your illness. You still need to take care of your body and can't work too hard."

As he spoke, he took the backpack from under the eaves and handed it to him, then walked him out of the yard.

While listening to her instructions, Xu Qingye took the backpack from her hand and put it on his back.

"Then I'll come back in two days."

"it is good."

After watching him leave, Song Yuntang turned back to the house, picked up the ground medicinal powder, and boiled the scar-removing ointment using charcoal fire and a small stove according to a certain proportion.

In between making the plaster, she also used other medicinal powder to make pills.

A two-pronged approach.

I worked until the evening and finally made three boxes of scar-removing cream.

When Mu Dong and Mu Qiu came to deliver the shop's profits for the day, Song Yuntang gave them one of the boxes of scar cream and asked them to deliver it to the Lin family that day.

At this point, the forty taels of silver truly belonged to him.

She stretched, heated up the leftover chicken soup from lunch, and kneaded some of the white flour that Jiang had brought last time to cook a bowl of scissor noodles, using the chicken soup as a topping. After eating and drinking her fill, she played with the two puppies who were also full and satisfied in the yard, then fetched water and went to the toilet to wash up.

……

At the Lin Mansion, when Lin Zhaozhao got the scar-removing ointment, she couldn't wait to pick up some ointment with her ring finger and apply it on her forehead.

Such an expensive thing, she must use it well.

The maid Feng Hong carefully held the small box of ointment and asked, "Miss, do you think this ointment will really work?"

Lin Zhaozhao looked at herself in the bronze mirror. "Not only did they spend my second brother's twenty taels of silver, but they also spent all my savings of the past three years, and even begged my mother for ten more taels. If this doesn't work, I'm going to bring people to destroy their shop to prevent them from causing trouble for others in town."

Although the Lin family is a wealthy family in Cile Town, they are far from the point of spending forty taels in one breath without blinking an eye. They are really incomparable to the Yang family in Anyang County. This is why the family wants to marry into the Yang family.

People tend to go to higher places.

Fenghong couldn't help but sigh.

"Miss is kind-hearted."

"Life is not easy, and it's always good to be more kind." Lin Zhaozhao said insincerely, squinting her eyes and gently stroking her still bruised forehead.

It’s all that bitch Song Yuntang’s fault!

Otherwise, why would she need to spend so much money on scar removal?

Not only that, the Yang family, who were originally discussing the marriage, have not been so interested in it in the past two days. It is not known whether it is because Yang Linyuan met her in the teahouse last time, or because the Yang family heard some rumors in Cile Town in the past two days.

"Hasn't my mother found out who spread the news yet?"

Feng Hong replied, "Madam has already sent people to inquire about it. I heard that the news was spread by a few hooligans living in the southern suburbs."

"Then who asked the gangsters to spread it?" Lin Zhaozhao asked immediately.

Feng Hong's face was full of respect. "This servant hasn't heard the news either. I think Madam will take action after finding out."

Lin Zhaozhao was lost in thought.

Could it be Song Yuntang?

If it were her, she would definitely make her lose all her reputation and never be able to turn things around in her life!

……