The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 48, The Old House

  Anton: "..."

   Is he craving that meat? He didn't want it at all!

   touched his nose embarrassedly and explained: "I want to say that you can't finish this wild boar. I usually send it to the town restaurant when I hunt. If you want to sell it, I can help introduce it!"

   Shen Yijia glanced at Li Shi and nodded. "Alright, let's keep some food for ourselves, and leave the rest to you. You can drive our carriage."

   I thought again that I hadn't been to the town yet, so I just wanted to change my mind and say she'd go with her. The sound of a broken porcelain rang suddenly.

   Shen Yijia left An Dong and ran into the room without thinking.

   Before Shen Yijia could speak, Song Jingchen had already explained: "It's okay, I just bumped into it by accident."

   After saying that, he lowered his head in annoyance, how could he do such a naive act as he deliberately dropped the cup just now.

  In Shen Yijia's opinion, Song Jingchen was depressed again because of his inconvenience.

   comforted: "It's okay, just a cup. I'll help you make the wheelchair ready in the next two days."

   What I thought in my mind was that the wheelchair would make Song Jingchen move more convenient at most, but it wouldn't make him stand up.

   Still have to figure out how to cure his leg.

   It seems that only drinking the spiritual liquid will not work. Wasn’t there a saying in the previous life that it was taken orally or applied externally? Is it possible to use the spiritual liquid mixed with water to soak his feet in the future?

   Maybe this two-pronged approach will make Song Jingchen's legs just fine!

   She is so smart! Give yourself a compliment.

   swept away the debris on the ground and poured a glass of water for Song Jingchen again.

   The whole family sits down to eat.

  The old house of the Song family.

  Song Dajiang's daughter-in-law, Liu, and her two daughters-in-law had just finished the meal, and the men who went to work in the fields came back.

   Bring the food to the main room and set the dishes.

   Liu wiped his hands and went into the room to call out his youngest son Song Maolin and his daughter Song Jiayue, who were reading books, to eat.

   Song Dajiang had three sons and one daughter. The eldest, Song Dalin, married the niece of Liu's family. People in the village called her little Liu. The two have a son, Fubao, who is three years old this year.

   The second son, Song Erlin, just got married last year. He married Mrs. Chen from Shanghe Village next door. Mrs. Chen was pregnant with a baby.

   Down is Song Maolin and the youngest Song Jiayue.

   In the early years, the Song family had a good life because of the salaries given by the old king, although they were driven back later.

   But the old man also asked them to take away a lot of money, and Mrs. Song knew Song Dahai's urine in her heart.

   As soon as he returned to the village, he took the money to build a large brick house, and kept some of the rest for home use, and bought the rest of the land as a servant.

   You can also make a lot of money by renting children every year.

   Originally, he was indeed wealthy, but after providing for Song Maolin to go to school, he was unable to make ends meet.

  Especially after Song Maolin was admitted as a scholar, he sold more than half of his family's fields for gifts.

  Song Maolin usually wears clothes made of fine cotton.

  Compared with the rough linen that everyone usually wears at ten cents a foot, fine cotton at thirty-five cents a foot is indeed expensive, and few people in the countryside can afford it.

  In addition to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he used, he usually socialized with his classmates. All the money the family earns is not enough to spend on him.

   Now the Song family is just on the surface.

   Today is still because the college is on holiday, so Song Maolin rarely eats meat at home for a while.

   Big meat stewed radish, even the air is filled with a strong meat aroma.

   But not much, one person and two pieces can’t be divided.

   The family sat down, and Song Dajiang picked up the chopsticks and gave Song Dalin and Song Erlin a piece.

   looked at Fu Bao, who was drooling at the flesh, picked a small piece and put it in his bowl, and picked another piece for Song Jiayue.

   I didn't eat too much, I took a slice. The rest was given to Song Maolin.

   (end of this chapter)