After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

He Zhan did not return all night.

Yang couldn't get out of bed once she touched it, so Song Huiling cleaned up the east room for A'mo to live in, and moved into the west room again.

The next day, Yang still looked depressed.

When Song Huiling got out of bed, she also stood up, but she fell down again due to exhaustion halfway through.

Song Huiling knew that she was still worried, so she tucked the quilt in for her and said, "Mom, if you are not feeling well, just take a rest. There is nothing we need you to do at home."

Yang's face was pale, and she hummed several times weakly, and then she squeezed out a weak word from her throat: "Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

After leaving the house, Song Huiling went to the woodshed, picked up a bundle of firewood, walked into the kitchen, stuffed the firewood into the stove one by one, and lit a ball of firewood and threw it in.

The flames gradually burned. Song Huiling sat on a small stool, held the handle of the bellows with both hands, and pulled it back and forth dozens of times.

A fierce flame gradually burned in the stove. Under the light of the fire, a thin layer of sweat seeped out on the tip of her straight nose.

Song Huiling stood up slowly, scooped a few spoonfuls of water into the iron pot, and used it for washing after it was heated.

There were more than a dozen packets of Chinese medicine on the two bottom layers of the stone cabinet. She picked up a packet and poured it into the medicine jar, then added some water to cover the herbs.

Prepare to soak the herbs for a while and boil them after breakfast.

Even if this body recovers, its physical fitness cannot be compared with her previous life.

Song Huiling had long since had no choice but to accept this fact, and the only thing she could do was to exercise more.

While the water was boiling, she went to the yard to practice Ba Duan Jin.

The morning breeze blew by, and a few birds chirped in the distance.

Song Huiling felt calm inside, as if all the bad air in her body had been expelled.

She was at ease, but there was no movement in the east and west rooms.

I guess A'mo didn't sleep last night. He was really devastated when encountering such a thing.

First, his entire family was killed. He finally managed to escape from his enemies, but when he turned around, he found that his eldest nephew who appeared out of nowhere also wanted to kill him.

After morning exercise and washing up, Song Huiling made some soup cakes with cold water and cooked them, and brought a bowl to Yang.

When she went into the room to get the bowl, she found that the soup cakes in the bowl were all clumped together and Yang hadn't touched it at all.

Song Huiling tried to persuade her, but Yang kept shaking her head and sighing, saying she was not hungry.

Unable to persuade him, she had to take it away again.

When he left the house, he happened to see Ah Mo getting up, so he stuffed the food into his mouth and said, "Your sister Yang doesn't want to eat it, so you can eat it for her."

A'Mo: "..."

He still hasn't gotten used to the fact that Yang is his sister and Song Huiling is his nephew's wife.

A'mo put down the bowl and made a series of gestures to Song Huiling: You are also a sister.

Song Huiling didn't understand and thought Ah Mo was complaining that there wasn't enough to eat, so he pointed to the kitchen and said, "There are still dozens of them in there. If it's not enough, go and cook it yourself. Oh, by the way, there's medicine boiling on the fire, can you help me keep an eye on it?"

A'Mo's expression froze for a moment.

Song Huiling cleared his throat and said, "Doing more things will help distract from sadness. I didn't mean to order you around."

A'mo smiled lightly and made another series of sign language: I'm afraid that you won't order me around.

What does this mean? Song Huiling was at a loss. It seemed that learning sign language was something that needed to be put on the agenda.

Ah Mo went to the kitchen to eat soup cake and watched the Chinese medicine being boiled.

Song Huiling brought the soybeans that Yang had soaked yesterday to the stone mill.

The soybeans have been soaked all night and have fully absorbed water and expanded. Under the sunlight, they have a faint yellow luster. Many of the soybeans have been soaked open, revealing the snow-white granulation tissue.

After putting the soybeans away, Song Huiling found an empty wooden barrel, added some clean water, and moved a bamboo brush along the barrel wall for a few circles. After cleaning off the dust and pouring out the dirty water, he placed the barrel under the groove where the stone mill produced the slurry.

Grinding soy milk with a stone mill is strenuous work, so Song Huiling took a high stool and sat down next to the stone mill.

Then he grabbed seven or eight soybeans from the basin and threw them into the small round groove above the millstone. He added a small spoonful of water, then held the handle of the millstone and turned it clockwise.

The action of adding beans and water is repeated every two revolutions. As the millstone turns, the soybeans are crushed and ground into fine powder. The milky white slurry gradually precipitates out from the material trough at the bottom of the millstone and slowly flows along the groove into the empty wooden barrel standing below.

Yang soaked a whole basin of soybeans, and it took a lot of effort to grind them all into soy milk. After grinding for two quarters of an hour, Song Huiling's hands began to feel sore and tremble.

She immediately gave in and dragged A'mo out of the kitchen to take her place.

It took A'mo almost an hour to grind all the soybeans. During this time, Song Huiling had already prepared the medicine and took it.

Not wanting to waste it, Song Huiling used a small brush to sweep all the soy milk on the trough into the wooden barrel, and then scooped a spoonful of clean water to flush all the remaining soy milk on the stone mill into the wooden barrel. Then he took a large piece of gauze to filter the soy milk with A'mo.

Song Huiling filtered the bean dregs through gauze, poured them into an iron pan, stir-fried them until the water was dry, and then scooped them out for later use. He planned to make the bean dregs into cured bean curd. When he had free time, he would go to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables and stir-fry them together.

After frying the bean dregs, Song Huiling began to boil raw soy milk. While the soy milk was boiling, he threw a piece of gypsum into the fire pit, preparing to burn it, grind it, and add water to make tofu.

After working for half a day, I finally got soy milk, tofu pudding and tofu.

The soft tofu pudding made yesterday just happened to be put to good use. Song Huiling served three bowls of tofu pudding and added some soft tofu pudding, salt and chopped green onions to it.

Since she couldn't eat spicy food for the time being, she reluctantly suppressed her impulse and only added chili oil to the other two bowls of tofu pudding.

As usual, Song Huiling brought the bowl of prepared tofu pudding to Yang.

This time Yang finally agreed to eat, but she didn't finish it.

Song Huiling did not force it. After returning to the kitchen, she poured a bowl of sweet soy milk with sugar and went back to the west room.

Yang is feeling bitter, so let's give her something sweet.

This time, Yang was very considerate and drank the whole bowl of soy milk.

Back in the kitchen, Song Huiling ate two bowls of tofu pudding and drank three bowls of soy milk, and A'mo also drank one bowl after another.

Song Huiling ate to her heart's content. She touched her stomach with a satisfied look on her face. Looking at Ah Mo, who had already finished four bowls and was about to eat the fifth, she couldn't help but sigh, "Ah Mo, it's great to have you in the He family."

Ah Mo suddenly raised his head from the bowl, looking confused, and then he heard Song Huiling say slowly: "You are more like a pig than I am. With you here, I don't have to worry about eating too much anymore."

A'Mo: "..."

Today is a sunny day, the sun is high in the sky, and the temperature is neither too hot nor too cold.

After Song Huiling finished eating, he rested for half an hour, drank his lunch dose of medicine, and took a nap in the yard for a few quarters of an hour, but he still hadn't seen He Zhan return home.

Glancing at A'mo who was also wandering in the yard, she felt something in her heart and had another little idea.

He walked into the east room, took out He Zhan's black turban and hat and put it on A'mo, and asked him to take off the silver ring on his ear.

A'mo didn't understand and stared at Song Huiling with a blank face.

Song Huiling smiled and winked at him: "Your eldest nephew has not returned home yet, so I will take my younger uncle out to find something to do."