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

Because he bought a stone of brown rice, the backpack was back on Song Yuntang's shoulders.

Fortunately, it was only two sets of clothes and a piece of cloth, so it wasn't heavy. The key was that the grain shop was not far from where the ox carts were parked at the town entrance.

Song Jinsheng was carrying a bag of brown rice and walking briskly in front. Song Yuntang could barely keep up with him.

The two found the ox cart they had taken when they came. The cart was parked under a big tree on the side of the road, which provided some shade. The old man driving the cart was drinking tea and resting in a tea shed not far away.

Song Jinsheng placed the brown rice on the oxcart and looked towards the tea shed. "Uncle Sun, when will the oxcart leave?"

"Wait another quarter of an hour." The old man replied.

At this moment, a cough was heard from the direction of Cile Town.

Song Yuntang looked back almost reflexively and saw a tall figure walking towards the ox cart.

He was wearing a simple dark green gown, which gave him a feeling of peaceful times. His slender white fingers were hooked around the thin rope that tied up a thick stack of rice paper and several packets of medicinal herbs, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

If we ignore the sickly look on his face, the most appropriate way to describe him is to say that he is as beautiful as jade.

Song Yuntang raised the corners of his lips.

Her first patient is here!

Song Jinsheng followed Song Yuntang's gaze and when he saw the person coming, he immediately stood up straight.

"Xu...Mr. Xu."

The man looked at him with deep eyes, nodded slightly, and his voice was a little low.

"skillful."

Song Jinsheng looked a little nervous. "When did Mr. Xu come to town? We didn't see him when we came here."

Xu Qingye replied calmly, "I came here by random car at the beginning of the afternoon, and now I'm going back by ox cart, just in time for the afternoon class."

Song Jinsheng hurriedly used his sleeve to sweep away the dust on a corner of the ox cart.

"Sir, please sit here."

Xu Qingye nodded, "Thank you very much."

As if thinking of something, Song Jinsheng hurriedly introduced Song Yuntang beside him, "Tang'er, you haven't met Mr. Xu yet, right? He is the teacher hired by our Rongshu Village private school, his name is Xu Qingye." Then he introduced Song Yuntang to Xu Qingye, "Mr. Xu, this is my sister Song Yuntang."

Xu Qingye was the only scholar in the area in the past ten years. His talent was once praised by the magistrate of Anyang County. If he had not suddenly fallen seriously ill five years ago, he would probably have passed the imperial examination and become a juren by now.

Due to health reasons, he was unable to continue his studies, so he agreed to the requests of several nearby villages and has been a teacher in a private school in Rongshu Village for four years. He usually stays at home and rarely goes out in the village.

When Xu Qingye went to Rongshu Village to be a teacher, Song Jinsheng was already fourteen years old. Although he was past the age of enlightenment, he had learned a few words in the private school with Xu Qingye, and he naturally respected and feared him.

Song Yuntang used to abide by the rules of a lady in the boudoir. Except for going to the town, she hardly ever went out. It was normal that she had never met someone like Xu Qingye.

"Hello, Mr. Xu." She nodded slightly and greeted the man in front of her.

Xu Qingye smiled back, with a look of indifference between his eyebrows.

Obviously, he didn't want to talk too much with Song Yuntang.

Song Yuntang pursed her lips. Although she had never seen Xu Qingye before, she had heard about him from the Song family. Given his reputation in the surrounding area, if he could be cured, it would be a real case.

Thinking of this, the girl's eyebrows curved, "Where is Mr. Xu from? It seems that no one with the surname Xu has ever been heard of in Rongshu Village."

"I'm from Lushan Village." Xu Qingye replied calmly.

"Could you please tell me your age, sir?" Song Yuntang asked again.

Seeing this, Song Jinsheng quickly nudged Song Yuntang with his crutch and whispered in her ear, "Why are you asking Mr. Xu's age?"

Song Yuntang said frankly, "I'm just a little curious. If Mr. Xu doesn't want to tell me, just pretend I never asked."

"There's nothing I can't say." Xu Qingye raised his hand to straighten his sleeves and said calmly, "I'm twenty-three this year."

Twenty-three years old is indeed still young.

Song Yuntang nodded. "When did Mr. Xu's lung disease begin? What medicine did he take? Has he gotten better?"

Song Jinsheng was shocked by Song Yuntang's words. He quickly pulled her behind him and then looked at Xu Qingye cautiously.

"Mr. Xu, our Tang'er is young and likes to talk nonsense. You must not take it personally."

My sister is really overconfident. She thinks she is a miracle doctor. She dares to talk nonsense after just one look. If this offends Mr. Xu, he will be unhappy and resign from his position as a doctor in Rongshu Village. It will be a serious sin.

My two younger brothers are still studying in a private school.

However, Xu Qingye just shook his head slightly, as if he didn't take Song Yuntang's words to heart.

"It doesn't matter."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and ignored the two people in front of him.

Song Jinsheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and glared at Song Yuntang, signaling her to stop talking nonsense.

When the old man driving the ox cart saw Xu Qingye sitting on his ox cart, he quickly paid the bill and came out of the tea stall.

"It's getting late, time to leave."

Seeing this, Song Jinsheng first helped Song Yuntang onto the ox cart, and then climbed up himself. In addition to the three of them, there was also a stranger riding the ox cart today.

Song Yuntang sat between Xu Qingye and Song Jinsheng, trying to lean towards Song Jinsheng.

Looking at the little head rubbing against him, Song Jinsheng's eyes were filled with a smile. Mr. Xu was indeed a well-educated man and an excellent teacher. Perhaps because he had suffered a serious illness, his temperament was a little cold, so he never dared to get too close to him.

It's normal that his delicate sister doesn't dare to get close to him because she's not very courageous.

Grandpa Sun took off the reins that tied the cow, held it in his hand and glanced at Song Yuntang and Song Jinsheng who were sitting side by side.

"Song family boy, your coarse rice is not light, I'm afraid you will have to pay an extra penny for the fare."

Song Jinsheng was stunned, and exchanged a glance with Song Yuntang. Then he saw Song Yuntang looking back at Grandpa Sun, "Don't worry, Grandpa, you won't be left out."

"Okay, everyone, take your seats."

After saying this, he set off in his ox cart.

……

Because Xu Qingye was there, Song Jinsheng sat there obediently, not saying a word.

Xu Qingye had a calm expression and had kept his eyes closed since he got on the ox cart.

Song Yuntang glanced at him several times secretly, wanting to offer to treat him, but he obviously didn't want to pay attention to him. Since there were other people present, he suppressed the idea for the time being.

While traveling, the wheels of the ox cart ran over a slightly raised lump of earth. Due to the violent shaking, Song Yuntang leaned forward and almost fell off the ox cart. She was shocked and almost instinctively reached out to grab Song Jinsheng beside her.

But before she could touch him, a strong hand clamped her arm tightly on the other side and pulled her forward body back.

After she sat down, Xu Qingye let go of her arm with a calm expression and nodded, "I'm sorry."