The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

"That Taoist priest?"

Song Nan's face was full of confusion. How could a Taoist priest get so injured all over his body?Are there any officers or soldiers paying him for medical treatment?

How outrageous is this?

Song Liu hesitated and said: "According to the officer and soldier, it was the Taoist priest who ran to the gate of the city to ask for help. The officer and soldier often accompanied his wife and children to Qingyun Temple, and they met the Taoist priest several times, so they helped give him money."

"That's it..." Song Nan continued to ask thoughtfully: "Third brother, did the Taoist priest suffer a knife wound or something else?"

Isn't that strange plot coming to her?

What kind of love-hate relationship between an exiled prince/prince and a peasant girl?

This is really hard to accept!

"It wasn't a sword wound. It looked like he was scratched by some animal and fell down the mountain. Several wounds were very rough. They should have been scratched by branches." Song Liu recalled.

Oh, it's not a sword wound.

Song Nan smiled awkwardly.

It seems that she thinks too much. The prince and peasant girl have nothing to do with her.

The heroine of this world is Song He!

She can only be regarded as the second female lead, so how can good things happen to her?

Fang Peilan interrupted the two of them: "You two, stop chatting all the time. Other people's affairs have nothing to do with us. Didn't the third child not sleep much all night? Go inside and rest quickly, we have to go back to the village."

"Yes, yes, we are going back."

Song Nan followed Fang Peilan in an awkward manner, as if she was not the one who had been asking Song Liu about things just now.

The four of them left the backyard of the medical center and went to the gate of the county magistrate's office to retrieve the bullock cart.

Liu's mother, who came to see Liu Qiao'er next, greeted Song Ying and they left together.

In the car, Fang Peilan and Liu's mother were talking about Liu Qiao'er, and Liu's mother didn't ask about the shop.

I went back now, thinking that the business in the shop was very good.

Like Lao Liu said, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked.They don't have other people's ideas, as long as Qiaoer does well.

Song Youliang, who was driving the car, also knew that the situation in the shop could not be told to outsiders, not even to his own family.

This day's business of two hundred taels, how can you tell?

As soon as he gets the word out, he might have to change someone to handle the bill collection.

How good is this?

Just one day to keep accounts, that’s [-] yuan a month!He doesn’t have to worry about his employer paying him wages!

Isn't it much more comfortable than others who are looking for part-time jobs?

Look, business is good today. I went back in less than half a day.In the afternoon, I can practice calligraphy at home, and when my nephew Ergou gets off school, we can practice together!

Day by day, not to mention how comfortable I feel!

The corner of Song Youliang's lips never dropped as the oxcart returned to Taojia Village.

When we arrived at the gate of the hospital, the people who worked at home had just finished work, and they were queuing up with their lunch boxes.

Seeing a bullock cart parked outside the courtyard, a few people behind turned to look over.

"Hey! Song Youliang? Didn't you go to the county seat? Why are you back so early?"

"Is it possible that you came back for lunch?"

Song Youliang smiled and said nothing, took a small bench and put it on the ground.

The four people in the car, Fang Peilan, Liu Mu, Dou Xiaomei, and Song Nan, stepped on stools and got out of the car, which made the eyes of the people in the yard widen.

It's okay to say that one person is back, but why are everyone back?

Doesn’t the shop need to be guarded?

What if someone breaks into the shop and steals something?

There were too many people, and it was difficult for the men to say these unlucky words, so they could only communicate through facial expressions.Everyone was winking, and Song Nan wasn't sure if they knew what the other person was talking about.

She looked at Song Youliang: "Uncle Youliang, you come with us for lunch. We agreed that lunch will be included. Grandma Zhuang is still in charge today."

Song Youliang nodded and pointed to his house: "I'll go back and get the bowl."

When the words fell, people ran away.

Mother Liu on the side also came over with her own bamboo basket and took out a piece of pork wrapped in oil paper.

"My mother-in-law, your little girl's shop has opened, and we don't have anything to give you. I'm just going to give you a piece of fat pork. I wish Nannan's shop will become more and more prosperous, and you will have meat every meal in the future!"

Fang Peilan took the red rope from the pork strips and nodded with a smile: "With your words, Nannan's shop business will be good!"

The two exchanged some pleasantries, and then Liu's mother returned to Liu's house.

The three of them took the things they bought into the yard and saw many people squatting around to eat.

Aunt Danniu and Mrs. Zhuang, who were cooking at the front, saw the three of them and greeted them with big spoons: "You're back?"

"came back……"

Fang Peilan went over to cook with them, while Song Nan went back to the backyard with Dou Xiaomei.

Just after Song Nan drank some water, she saw Song Bai and Song Youcai coming to the backyard with bowls in their hands.

"Dad! You don't know that today we..."

"Stop it!" Song Youcai stretched out the bowl in front of Song Nan, "Your mother said you haven't eaten yet, so the boss and I made two bowls. You just eat here. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it after dinner."

Song Nan immediately swallowed his words temporarily.

Heaven and Earth eat the biggest meal.

But you can talk about gossip while eating!

She took two mouthfuls of food, swallowed it, and continued: "The store didn't even open for half an hour, and we sold out."

Song Youcai didn't say anything. He had guessed this just now.

Coming back so early, the items must have been sold out quickly.He just didn't expect that the store would be sold out less than half an hour after it opened. Then why did they come back at noon?

Could it be that something happened on the road?

Song Youcai was very curious, but still didn't speak.

Just eat well, what should you do if you keep choking while talking?

Song Nan glanced at him and continued: "But I didn't expect someone to make trouble in the store, so we went to the county government office and got slapped!"

After saying this, she took another mouthful of rice and chewed it slowly.

She doesn't believe that anyone can suppress her desire to eat melon!

Song Youcai frowned.

You went to the county government and got slapped?

But he didn't look at them as if they had been slapped, right?That should mean that the troublemaker was slapped, otherwise Nan Nan would not be so happy.

He continued to be silent.

Song Nan saw him frown and continued, "It seems that Du Feng can't have children."

Look at me, the king!

I don't believe you can hold it back!

Song Youcai continued to frown, who can't have children?

Du Feng?

Oh, that's fine.

wrong!

How did my daughter know that Du Feng could no longer have children? !

This is how the same thing! !

Song Youcai tentatively said, "No way? How do you know?"

He spoke!

He is curious! ! !

Song Nan screamed like a groundhog in her heart, but she didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took another mouthful of rice and continued to chew slowly.

Song Youcai met and wanted to ask other insiders.

But at this moment, Song Youliang was surrounded by a group of people. He went over to ask about it. It was Nan Nan who said it. It would have a bad impact on others if they knew about it.

And since his wife Fang Peilan was sitting with Aunt Zhuang, he couldn't go there.Who doesn't know that Aunt Zhuang is good at everything but can't keep her mouth shut?Then he can't even go there!

The eldest daughter-in-law and the eldest son went somewhere with their bowls in hand.

He silently looked at the little girl who had not yet swallowed the mouthful of rice: How about we stop eating?