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

After a busy morning, Song Zhili was starving.

She went to the noodle shop again, ordered two bowls of shredded pork noodles, and gave the waiter a few extra coins, asking him to bring the noodles to them after they were cooked.

The waiter was naturally happy to oblige. After confirming the location with Song Zhili, Song Zhili left the noodle shop.

Song Zhili went to the butcher shop again and bought some meat, and also ordered a serving of pig's feet. Then she bought some soybeans at the grain shop.

She wanted to make braised pork trotters with soybeans when she got home today. In the original owner's memory, she remembered that Song Hai used to take a sip of wine every now and then when he ate, but he stopped drinking wine at some point.

It wasn't that he didn't like drinking anymore, but rather that his family was short of money, so when his craving for alcohol kicked in, he had no choice but to endure it.

Thinking this, Song Zhili went to the tavern again and poured Song Hai a pot of wine.

When Song Zhili came out of the tavern, her hands were full of things. She didn't carry a basket on her back, so she went to the stall first.

Just as she arrived at the stall, the waiter from the noodle shop brought over the noodles.

So she went over and stuffed everything into the cart before eating noodles with Song Zidong.

After they finished eating, Song Zhili washed the two bowls and returned them to the noodle shop, then waited at the stall for a while.

The customers who hadn't brought their bowls returned them. Song Zhili thought about it carefully. Today, Hu Cuicui still had to give the village chief and the others grain, so their grain supply was running low.

She and Song Zidong went to the grain shop again, bought two bags of grain and took them back. After they finished buying, Song Zhili thought about it carefully and made sure there was nothing else they wanted to buy. Then they pushed the cart back to the oxcart.

Song Zhili stood aside watching them load the cart onto the oxcart, and she couldn't help but frown.

It's really not good to carry this little cart back and forth every day! If only there was a place in town to put her little cart, so she wouldn't have to carry it back and forth like this!

This way, they won't have to move things back and forth every day. It seems that setting up a stall like this isn't a long-term solution. They should earn more money so they can open a shop in town later.

If Song Zidong knew what Song Zhili was thinking, she would definitely think Song Zhili was crazy. She had only been setting up her stall for two days, and she already had the idea of ​​opening a shop.

When the oxcart finally arrived at his doorstep, Song Zhili jumped off and took the wine he had bought that day from the small cart.

She then walked into the courtyard and happened to see Song Hai playing with Song Qiqi. She walked over to them.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here with Qiqi?"

Hearing Song Zhili's voice, Song Hai turned around and said with a smile, "We didn't play anything, it's just that this little girl kept dragging me to watch the ants moving house on the ground."

Seeing this comical scene, Song Zhili couldn't help but laugh. Then she took out the wine jug she had been holding from behind her and waved it in front of Song Hai.

"Grandpa, look what this is!"

The moment Song Hai saw the wine gourd, his eyes lit up. He tried to take the gourd from Song Zhili's hand, but Song Zhili pulled it upwards, and he missed with both hands.

"Grandpa, look at your hands, they're covered in mud and so dirty. Go wash them first, then I'll give you the wine."

"Okay, okay, I'll go wash right away."

Song Hai threw down the stick in his hand and, as happy as a child, ran to the backyard to wash his hands. A little while later, he ran out again.

"Da Ya, look, my hands are all washed clean now, can you give me this wine?"

As Song Hai spoke, he stretched out his hands in front of Song Zhili, indicating that she should examine them.

Seeing how eager he was to want it, Song Zhili stopped teasing him and handed the wine gourd to him. Song Hai snatched it, opened the stopper, took a deep sip, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

"Grandpa, I don't know how strong this liquor is, but you should drink less of it, understand?"

"Okay, okay, Daya, I'll listen to you. By the way, Old Xu next door hasn't come to see me in a long time. I'm free right now, so I'll go and keep him company for a while."

Song Hai hugged the wine gourd like a precious treasure and ran out. Just then, Li Shi, who had just come out of the kitchen, saw Song Hai's departing figure and looked at Song Zhili in confusion.

"What's wrong with your grandpa? Why is he running so fast? What's he going to do?"

"Oh, Grandpa said he wants to chat with Grandpa Xu next door for a while. He said he hasn't seen him in a long time."

Hearing this, Li frowned. Long time no see? Didn't they see each other in the fields this morning? How could it have been so long?

"Grandma, there's meat and grain in that little cart. You and Mom can take it out and put it in the kitchen. I have to go out for a bit. Oh, Grandma, could you soak some soybeans for me later?"

Song Zhili remembered her promise to Song Ziming last night. She wondered if He Chengjing was home at this time, and she wanted to ask him if he would be willing to teach Song Ziming.

As she walked towards He Chengjing's house, she kept thinking about how to start the conversation. Even when she arrived at He Chengjing's doorstep, she still hadn't figured out what to say.

As she raised her hand, still hesitating whether to knock, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Why did you come here? Is something wrong?"

In fact, He Chengjing already knew she was coming, but after a long while he didn't hear her knocking on the door, he had no choice but to go forward and open the door first.

Song Zhili was surprised that he would suddenly open the door. She smiled awkwardly and touched her nose to cover up her embarrassment.

"Well, I just came here because I have something I want to ask you, but I don't know if you'd be willing."

He Chengjing immediately became interested upon hearing her words. "Oh? What is it? Tell me first."

"Actually, it's nothing important. My younger brother wants to learn martial arts, but I want to find him a martial arts teacher. I remembered that your martial arts skills seem pretty good, so I wanted to ask if you would be willing to teach my younger brother martial arts."

"Don't worry, if you're willing, we'll give you as much silver as you need."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, she glanced at He Chengjing and saw him standing there silently, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

After waiting for a long time without He Chengjing replying, Song Zhili knew that he was probably unwilling.

That's true. He didn't want to tell anyone that he knew martial arts. If he were to teach Song Ziming martial arts, wouldn't others see it and find out?

She understood He Chengjing's concerns, and just as she was about to suggest finding another master, He Chengjing spoke up.