After the birth of a woman, the whole family depends on me to bring honor to the family

After some tenderness, Song Zhining had to go back to work. She was lucky because her mother found her a good blacksmith shop to work in. She had four days off every month, which was pretty good.

Song Zhining's name was given by her mother, but who would have thought that she was tall and strong, and didn't look graceful at all.

Her mother, Song Jushu, was a quiet and gentle girl. Not only was she tall, but she also had a well-proportioned figure and a scholarly air.

On the other hand, she and her eldest daughter look exactly the opposite of Tian Gang.

It's not that she's ugly, she's just a little burly and strong, and doesn't look much like her father. According to her mother, she looks more like her dead grandfather.

Her grandmother and grandfather both died of illness. They died because they did not seek medical treatment after falling ill in order to support her mother's study in the academy.

When she arrived at the blacksmith shop, the sun was almost setting. She glanced at a widower standing on the street, who was looking at her with affectionate eyes.

She got goosebumps all over her body because of what she saw. This widower was bullied a few days ago and she helped him. But he became like a lunatic, standing at the door and looking at her every day.

Without saying a word, she pulled the door down violently. The apprentices around her trembled in fear, fearing that they would be criticized by Song Zhining.

Although she was not good at studying, Song Zhining had a lot of strength and was a good blacksmith. She also made weapons perfectly, so she had a high status in the shop.

After the widow could no longer see anyone, he walked into the room with a lost look on his face. He sat on the bed, fantasizing about Song Zhining's strong body, and then lay down on the bed with a flushed face.

He felt lonely. His wife had been dead for several years and they had no children. But ever since Song Zhining helped him, his heart began to stir again.

Ma Taozhi looked at the door. It was almost dark. Why hadn't Song Yi come back yet? Song Lan, who had worked in the fields with her, had come back.

Song Yu's eldest sister is called Song Yi. She is fourteen years old, tall and strong, with a handsome and resolute appearance. She is about 1.79 meters tall.

The family's land was passed down from their ancestors and was originally abandoned, but Song Yi liked farming, so she reclaimed the land. She was smart, but she didn't spend much time on studying.

These days, Song Yu's evaluation of her is that she is an obedient, honest, hardworking person, and she listens to her father in everything.

With a big belly, he went to Pan Xiaofu's room and called out.

"Dad, my eldest sister hasn't come back yet. Let's ask someone to go check on her. I'm afraid it's too late and she might be in danger."

Pan Xiaofu opened the door, fiddled with his clothes, and then helped her walk out.

Song Yi nodded with satisfaction after digging the last piece of soil. Then he looked up and saw that it was almost dark.

She patted her forehead, forgetting the time and being immersed in digging. Now it's good. It's very dangerous at night, and they are surrounded by mountains. It was okay during the day when there were many people, but now there is no one, and it is easy for wild animals to come out to look for food.

"Ah wu..."

The howling of wolves spread across the mountains. Song Yi carefully observed her surroundings with farm tools in her hands.

"rustle……"

Something seemed to be wriggling in the grass. Sweat flowed down Song Yi's forehead. She walked down the mountain carefully step by step, but the rustling sound kept following her.

She looked back and saw nothing, then continued moving forward.

A pair of green eyes stared at her neck, and a thick black tail was tucked outside the grass. It approached Song Yi cautiously step by step.

Song Yi stopped again, and the voice behind him stopped again. The sweat on Song Yi's forehead and body soaked his clothes.

Song Yi knew that she was being targeted by a wild beast, and that beast was very cunning and was very wary of the hatchet and farm tools in her hands.

Pan Xiaofu led the villagers of Luoshan Village with torches to search for them. Most of the people in Luoshan Village were from the Song family, so everyone went out quickly.

"Song Yi. Song Yi. Song Yi."

"Big sister, where are you?"

"Sister Yi..."

"Ayi..."

Some called him by his nickname, some called him by his full name, all in different ways.

Song Yi heard it, but she didn't dare to relax at all, because the beast was getting closer and closer to her.

Under the moonlight, a black wolf was crawling forward. Just as it was about to leap forward and bite off Song Yi's neck, a scream scared it so much that it curled up on the ground.

"Ah! Song Yi."

Then countless torches rushed towards Song Yi. The wild wolf looked at the bright torches, feeling fearful and a trace of unwillingness flashed in its eyes. In the end, it could only leave quietly with its tail between its legs.

It looked back at Song Yi with a fierce light flashing in its eyes. Then Song Yi and most of the villagers who were following him heard a few wolf howls in the mountains.

The voice was sharp and piercing, with a hint of hostility.

"Hurry up, this mountain is too dangerous. Fortunately, we found it early this time. If we were later, we might have been torn to pieces by those wild wolves."

"Yes, yes, yes! The head of the village is right. We will pay attention next time."

Pan Xiaofu said to the head of the village very respectfully that he would ask the child's mother to buy some meat to thank the head of the village tomorrow, and also buy some candy to sweeten the mouths of the people in the village who helped him.

Song Yi had a look of self-blame on his face, and was secretly angry at his own behavior.

Today she deeply felt the feeling of being about to lose her life, and after returning home she locked herself in her room.

"Second brother, what happened to my eldest sister?"

Song Xin asked curiously.

"Why are you asking so many questions, kid? Go to bed! You have to collect firewood for grandpa tomorrow!"

"Oh! Then I'll sleep now. Can I not collect firewood tomorrow?"

Song Jing looked at him helplessly, then patted his head and said, "Go to sleep! My second brother will help you pick it up tomorrow."

"Thank you, second brother. You are so nice. I like you so much."

Song Xin fell asleep with a relaxed and happy expression.

Song Jing took all the family's worn-out clothes and started mending them. At the age of ten, he was so virtuous and had extremely skilled craftsmanship.

Song Jing got up before dawn. He started to boil water for his family to wash. Ma Taozhi was sleeping soundly in bed. Song Zhining and Song Jushu returned to the village once every seven days.

There are many people in the family, so she and her daughter have to work hard in the town to prevent the Song family from starving to death. Also, winter is coming soon, so they have to work harder and earn more money.

After Ma Taozhi got up, Song Jing prepared a towel and food for him.

Ma Taozhi nodded in satisfaction, and then asked, "Jing'er! Did your elder sister come back yesterday?"

"Dad, don't worry! Grandpa found my elder sister. She's not injured and is fine."

"That's good. I couldn't sleep last night. Now that it's good, I can rest assured."

Listening to Ma Taozhi's words, five-year-old Song Xin rolled his eyes. His father slept so soundly last night that he couldn't be woken up no matter how he called him.

Song Jing tugged at his brother's clothes, because Ma Taozhi noticed his little action, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Let Xin'er go alone to collect firewood for Grandpa today. If she doesn't finish collecting firewood, she won't have any food to eat."

Song Xin shuddered all over. His father was a ruthless character. If he failed to complete the task, he might not let him eat.

Song Jing didn't dare to refute what his father said. None of the children in the family dared to refute Ma Taozhi. Apart from his mother, his father had the most power in the family.