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

We had lunch together in the backyard of the tavern.

At lunch time, the sour plum soup business became popular again. In such hot and humid weather, drinking a sip of cool, sour and sweet sour plum soup can dispel heat and stimulate appetite, which is so refreshing.

"Uncle Cheng, is adding a floor to the tavern going smoothly?" Song Yuntang asked.

Song Cheng waved his hands hurriedly.

"No problem, the wall is solid."

"That's good." She looked at Song Jinsheng again, "Second brother, when we return to the manor this afternoon, please help me dismantle the bed and drag it over. I'll stay directly back at the manor tonight."

When Song Jinsheng heard that Song Yuntang was going to live in the manor, he felt relieved.

"Okay, this way I won't have to worry about it back home."

"Second brother hasn't been home for a long time, right?"

"It's been a few days." He looked at Song Yuntang. "You said yesterday that there was an order from the county town. When Uncle Qiao and the others heard about it, they still haven't gone home today. They said they would rush out more goods for you during the day and go back after the sun goes down."

Song Yuntang smiled.

"It's a holiday today. I'll give everyone gifts later and go back to celebrate the holiday."

The people her second brother found for her are all very dedicated. She might have to use these people in the future, so she must build good relationships with everyone.

In the past, when working, it was good enough to be paid on time. Why would there be any holiday gifts?

Everyone was extremely happy when they heard that there were gifts to be received.

Song Yuntang kept his word and just after noon he went to buy thirty pounds of pork, two pounds each, tied together with ropes made of twisted straw, just enough for each person. He distributed it to the people working in the tavern and the farm. Mu Dong and Mu Qiu also got two pounds each.

In addition, each person was given fifty coins.

As for the remaining four pounds of pork, she asked Song Jinsheng to take it back when he moved things to the farm for her.

By the way, he was also asked to give two pounds of pork to Chen Xier and her son. Chen Xier had also helped a lot on the farm these days.

Since she came, she has been busy with most of the cooking, making shampoo and canning work on the farm.

Now that she can’t go back to her parents’ home or her husband’s home, it’s not good to ask the mother and son to spend the holiday eating brown rice porridge.

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Zhou Zilang did not lie. After noon, the gate of Yihe Academy opened and scholars came out one after another.

As expected, school ended early today.

Song Yuntang had made preparations in advance and had already prepared the sour plum soup and bamboo cups. He used the remaining ingredients to make three pots of sour plum soup. After selling these three pots, they would be almost done.

As soon as Zhou Zilang left the Yihe Academy, he ran straight to the shed where Song Yuntang was selling sour plum soup.

"Girl, I want a cup of sour plum soup and a lantern."

Song Yuntang smiled and hurriedly filled the sour plum soup for him. "Whatever lantern you want, you can pick it yourself. They are all already filled with lamp oil. When it gets dark, you can light them directly."

Zhou Zilang looked around the stall, and when he saw the crescent-shaped lanterns, he suddenly thought of the smile on Song Yuntang's face when he first met her yesterday.

Warm and sweet, more beautiful and dazzling than this crescent moon.

"I want this."

Song Yuntang looked in the direction he pointed, reached out to take the lantern and handed it to him.

"The lanterns are twenty-five cents, and the sour plum soup is five cents, so a total of thirty cents."

"Hey, good."

After Zhou Zilang took out thirty cents from his purse and handed it to Song Yuntang, he mustered up the courage to hand the lantern in his hand to her.

"I feel like I'm destined to be with the girl, so I'll give this lantern to her."

Song Yuntang was stunned, "This... Young Master should take it back."

"Why?" Zhou Zilang was puzzled.

After Xu Qingye made the sour plum soup and turned off the stove, he came over and saw this scene. Seeing that this boy came to Song Yuntang to show his courtesy again and again, his brows furrowed for no reason.

He walked forward and went into Song Yuntang's shed.

"Because Tang'er accepted the lantern I gave her, she can't accept others'."

Looking at the steady man in front of him, Uncle Cheng, who was half a head taller than him and had an extraordinary demeanor, Zhou Zilang felt like retreating for no reason.

He withdrew his hand and looked in the direction of Song Yuntang.

"Who is this?"

Song Yuntang smiled politely.

"Let me introduce you, Mr. Zhou. This is my fiancé, Xu Qingye. He also studied at Yihe Academy."

"Xu Qingye?" Zhou Zilang blinked, looking at him with admiration. "Were you Mr. You's student before?"

I heard from Mr. You that he had a very talented student named Xu Qingye, who passed the examination to become a student at the age of twelve and a scholar at the age of fifteen.

If he had not suddenly fallen seriously ill at the age of eighteen, he might have become a juren by now.

Whenever he talked about his student, his face was filled with sadness.

But why doesn’t this person in front of me look like someone who is seriously ill?

Xu Qingye nodded, "Mr. You is my enlightenment teacher."

Even if there really are two people named Xu Qingye in this world, it wouldn't be such a coincidence that they are both students of Mr. You.

Zhou Zilang didn't expect it was really him, and bowed to him.

"So it's you, Senior Brother. I was a bit rude today. I hope Senior Brother Xu won't blame me."

The man looked indifferent.

"That's fine, but I won't allow you to do that in the future."

"Oh, that definitely won't happen. Senior Brother Xu and this girl, goodbye." Zhou Zilang waved to the two of them and left.

Song Yuntang looked at Zhou Zilang's back and smiled, "Such a silly young man, quite cute."

Xu Qingye's brows knitted together slightly. Although he felt that he shouldn't compare himself to such a young boy, he still glanced in Zhou Zilang's direction and said quietly, "Tang'er, at least say this when I'm not around."

Song Yuntang glanced at him, curled his lips, and continued to drink the cooled sour plum soup.

"Senior Brother Xu is really generous."

While helping her sell sour plum soup, Xu Qingye said, "You were the one who praised the young man in front of me, your fiancé, and I wasn't angry at all. Why is Tang'er speaking in such a sarcastic tone?"

Song Yuntang smiled faintly, "I praised the young man, and my fiancé standing next to me didn't even get jealous. Isn't that generous?"

"How do you know I'm not jealous?"

"Ok?"

Xu Qingye greeted the guest with a smile as he said, "A gentleman loves a beautiful lady. Being admired in youth is a very beautiful and normal thing. What happened just now is neither right nor wrong. Moreover, when Tang'er looked at that Mr. Zhou, her eyes were clear and pure, without any trace of romantic feelings. Although I felt a little uncomfortable after hearing you praise someone, I still feel that there is no need to get angry about such a thing."

Song Yuntang glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Rational enough, worthy of being Mr. Xu."

Xu Qingye was puzzled, "Why did you call Mr. Xu again?"

Song Yuntang shook his head and said, "I just simply think that you are really great at preaching and answering questions."

Xu Qingye shook his head helplessly, reflecting on the situation just now in his mind. Suddenly, he felt that there was no need to explain so many things when getting along with a little girl.

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