A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

When Song Dashan caught up, Song Zhili asked again.

"Dad, what were you thinking about while you were standing there? Did you think the carpenter's work was bad?"

Song Dashan quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I was just thinking that since your stuff is so expensive, what if we can't sell the fish balls we make? Wouldn't that be a waste of money? That's two taels of silver!"

Two taels of silver may not be much to a rich person, but for farmers who toil for a living, two taels of silver, if spent sparingly, would be enough for them to live on for half a year.

When Song Zhili learned that Song Dashan was worried about the money, she smiled and said, "Dad, you have to believe that my fish balls will sell very well. Just wait to come home and sit back and collect the money. I will definitely earn a lot of money in the future so that you and Mom can live a good life."

Hearing Song Zhili's words, Song Dashan felt both gratified and moved.

Song Dashan didn't take her words seriously, but he was already very content that his daughter had such a kind heart.

He suddenly thought of that guy Gu Changqing again, and he felt that Gu Changqing was blind to have divorced his daughter.

My daughter is so sensible and well-behaved, and she's such a good cook. I'm a discerning person. I'm sure I won't divorce her after marrying her.

Song Zhili and Song Dashan strolled around the town a couple more times, buying some necessities before returning home.

During the days while waiting for the stroller, Song Zhili was not idle. In the morning, she would take Song Qiqi to the back mountain to pick some herbs, and in the afternoon, she would make fish balls and meat slices with Hu Cuicui and the others in the kitchen.

The fish balls they made were taken by Hu Cuicui to the well and hung in a basket so they wouldn't spoil easily.

But this only keeps them fresh for three to five days; they'll spoil if they stay out of reach of others. So sometimes she would secretly go to the well in the backyard, move some of the fish balls she had made earlier, and put them in the refrigerator in her space.

For several days in a row, the time that Song Zhili had agreed upon with the carpenter arrived, and she and Song Dashan came to town early in the morning.

When the carpenter saw them arrive, he pushed out the small cart he had made. Song Zhili stepped forward and examined it carefully.

The carpenter's craftsmanship was quite good, better than she had expected, and she was very satisfied with the wooden cart.

So she paid the remaining balance to the carpenter, who secretly praised the little cart that Song Zhili had made.

Song Dashan also stepped forward to examine the cart closely, and even pushed it a bit, finding it very convenient.

After saying goodbye to the carpenter, Song Zhili and Song Dashan pushed the cart around the town.

The vendors on both sides of the street looked over at the two women pushing their carts.

Some people looked on with envy, and some even went up to ask where the cart was made. Song Zhili didn't hide anything and pointed to the carpenter's shop.

Many people went to the carpenter's shop, but after a while they returned dejectedly. When they heard that it would cost two taels of silver to make the cart, they gave up the idea.

Song Zhili and Song Dashan pushed the cart all the way to where Song Feng had parked the oxcart.

As soon as they arrived, Song Feng saw them and went to greet them. He was also very curious about the little cart, touching it left and looking at it from all angles.

Finally, together with Song Dashan, they lifted the cart onto the oxcart. The cart took up most of the space on the oxcart, leaving Song Zhili and Song Dashan with only a small amount of room to sit on the edge.

Seeing this, Song Feng decided to send them back first, and then come back to the villagers on the street. Anyway, those villagers had only been inside for a short time, so it would be timely for him to come back.

Song Dashan felt very embarrassed, but Song Zhili didn't think anything of it. She figured she could just give them an extra fare for the oxcart when they got back to the village.

Half an hour later, Song Feng still escorted them to their doorstep. Just as he turned to leave, Song Zhili called out to him.

Then he handed the money for the oxcart to him, saying, "You brought us back specially, and we feel a bit embarrassed that the oxcart went on the trip empty. Please accept this money."

"Yes, Fengzi, please accept it. Our things take up so much space, we can't let you come all this way for nothing."

Song Dashan chimed in.

Song Feng knew what kind of people Song Zhili and the others were, so since she had offered him money, he accepted it without refusing.

Then he helped Song Dashan carry the cart into their yard.

Song Qiqi and Song Ziming were very curious about the little cart. They had been playing in the corner, but when they saw it, they ran up and surrounded it, looking at it from the left and right.

Seeing how curious the two girls were, Song Zhili went over, picked up Song Qiqi, put her in the stroller, and pushed her around the yard.

She then lifted Song Qiqi down, and let Song Ziming climb up on his own, pushing him around in a circle.

The joy on their faces was impossible to hide. While Song Zhili was pushing Song Ziming around, Song Qiqi clapped her hands happily and walked beside Song Zhili.

As Song Ziming was being pushed around by Song Zhili, his little face flushed red. He felt a little embarrassed. He was already such a big kid, yet he was still like Qiqi, needing his older sister to push him around.

"Alright, get down. From now on, we'll push this little cart to town to sell fish balls."

"Yay! Auntie is going to town to sell fish balls tomorrow, right? Can I take Qiqi with me? Qiqi promises she won't cause any trouble for Auntie, I'll be good."

Seeing the longing in Song Qiqi's eyes, how could Song Zili bear to refuse her? So she nodded.

"Yay! I can go to town with my aunt tomorrow. That's great! It's my first time going to town."

Song Qiqi clapped her hands and cheered happily from the side.

Seeing Song Ziming looking somewhat dejected, Song Zhili asked him, "Ziming, why don't you go with your older sister tomorrow?"

Song Ziming's eyes immediately brightened from their dimness, and he asked again in complete disbelief.

"Sister, is what you're saying true? Can I go with you tomorrow?"

"Ah."

When Song Zhili nodded, Song Ziming almost jumped up on the spot.

That's great! He can go to town too. Like Song Qiqi, he's never been to town before.

Song Zhili pushed the cart aside, then took out the wooden bucket she had bought and placed it in the designated spot on the cart. She then took out the bowls and chopsticks and put them inside.

She added some more wood to the stove. Originally, Song Zhili planned to buy some charcoal, but after wandering around the town, she couldn't find any for sale, so she had to use wood instead.

After putting everything she had prepared away, she clapped her hands.

Everything is ready, and we're just waiting to open tomorrow.