The married husband is a grandfather

Song Qingye sent someone to send a letter to Chu Da and Liu Yuniang, saying that they are all right now, and they will not go back for the time being because they still have some things to deal with in the town. The tofu workshop will continue to work. Sign the contract and go to Lizheng.

At noon, Song Qingye had something to eat, and Eldest Master Zhu ran over. He apologized to Song Qingye with his head downcast, "It's all my fault that I'm useless, for causing my benefactor to suffer such a great crime."

"Master Zhu, don't blame yourself. You are willing to help us. Chu Yu and I are already very grateful to you."

Young Master Zhu suddenly thought how could there be such a good person as Song Qingye in this world.

"I have a courtyard on the East Street, why not let Chu Engong go there to cultivate."

It's really not good for Chu Yu to rush back to Yunya Village in this situation, and if the illness relapses, the conditions in the town are always better. He originally wanted to find an inn in the town to stay, but the inn has no fixed number of people coming and going. Housing is cheap.

"Then trouble Mr. Zhu."

"No trouble, no trouble, I am already very happy to be able to help the two benefactors."

When Eldest Master Zhu saw that the other courtyard that he had bought casually to keep the outer room could allow the two benefactors to live in it, he suddenly had a feeling of splendor. Fortunately, the other courtyard was just for preparation, and there was no outer room to live in. But, otherwise, wouldn't that be an insult to the two benefactors?

Young Master Zhu asked Chu Yu to be carried into the carriage, and Song Qingye immediately followed.

Eldest Master Zhu's other courtyard is not particularly big, but it is also beautifully built, with mountains, rocks and water, Song Qingye kind of likes it here.

"Master Zhu, do you know how much this place cost?"

Mr. Zhu has such a good eye. He knew that Song Qingye liked this place when he saw Song Qingye asking this question, "If your benefactor likes it, just take it. What money are you talking about?"

"If Mr. Zhu intends to sell it, I'm willing to buy it if the price is reasonable. If it's a gift, forget it, it's too expensive."

"This yard doesn't cost much money. If benefactor likes it, it's the honor of this yard. Come and bring the deed later."

The little servant immediately responded, and Song Qingye solemnly said to Mr. Zhu: "Mr. Zhu, if you insist on sending me off, then we will not live in this yard anymore, and we will not be rewarded for nothing. Wouldn't it be nice for someone to poke me like this?" backbone?"

Mr. Zhu was shocked when he heard the words, "Yes, yes, yes, I didn't think carefully, and I hope my benefactor will forgive me. In this way, how about I sell this yard to benefactor for 100 taels?"

Song Qingye smiled and said, "It's impossible for this place to be only 100 taels."

Young Master Zhu hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his finger and compared Song Qingye with three, "Then 300 taels, 300 taels can't be more."

"Then thank you Mr. Zhu for cutting your love."

"Whichever you say, say whatever you like. As long as benefactor likes it."

The boy was listening beside him, his heart ached. It was true that the house only cost 300 taels when it was bought, but the interior layout is brand new, much more expensive than this yard.

Of course, he can't say that, after all, their young master wants to please the two benefactors.

Song Qingye asked Mr. Zhu's servant to buy some daily necessities and food such as rice and came back. Mr. Zhu was invited back after he didn't stay here for long, saying that the master wanted to inspect his homework.

Mr. Zhu was so frightened that his butt peed, and he ran away.

"Both benefactors, I will visit you another day."

"Well, go slow and don't send it."

After Mr. Zhu left, only Song Qingye and Chu Yu were left in the yard, as well as the porter who used to guard the yard here, an old mother, and two servants who cleaned the house.

The quilts are all ready-made, and they are all high-quality silk and satin. Song Qingye entered the house, and when he saw the layout of the house, he knew that he had made money by buying this house.

The price he gave was about the same for this yard, but the layout inside was fine, and everything was very expensive, probably much more valuable than this yard.

Song Qingye tucked the quilt for Chu Yu, fed Chu Yu a drink of Lingquan, and then went to the kitchen.

"Does the young master want to eat?" The old mother asked respectfully.

"Don't worry about me, I can do it myself, you go do your thing."

"Yes." The old mother lowered her head and left with the boys.

Song Qingye cooked porridge, cooked a dish for himself, and ate it in the kitchen.

After all, he had escaped in the last days, so eating in the kitchen was nothing to him, but it surprised the two servants and the old mother.

Song Qingye took the porridge and went to Chu Yu's resting room, and Chu Yu just woke up slowly.

Song Qingye put the porridge on the table and walked quickly to the bed.

"Chu Yu."

"Water..." He spoke in a low voice, but Song Qingye could still hear him. He hurriedly poured a glass of water for Chu Yu, then helped him to feed the water down slowly.

"anything else?"

Chu Yu shook his head lightly, and Song Qingye wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve before slowly putting him down.

"How long have I slept?"

"one day one Night."

Chu Yu's voice was a little hoarse. Although he looked weak, his eyes were still clear.

"I have sent someone to send a letter to my parents, telling them that we are fine, and you can rest here to recuperate."

"Ah."

Chu Yu looked at Song Qingye with a focused expression. Song Qingye was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, "What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, thank you."

"Tell me what to say thank you."

"By the way, I just made porridge. You are hungry too. Eat some."

Song Qingye brought over the porridge, Chu Yu originally wanted to eat it by himself, but Song Qingye saw that he was covered in wounds, so he couldn't rest assured that he could carry it by himself.

"I'm coming, where do you have the strength?"

Song Qingye scooped the bowl along the side of the bowl with a spoon, and then blew it before handing it to Chu Yu's mouth. Chu Yu took a bite, "It's delicious."

"Of course, I endured it." Song Qingye puffed out his chest with pride.

After eating the porridge, Song Qingye went to the kitchen again to boil Chu Yu's medicine. The old mother said she would come, but Song Qingye was worried.

He took a small stool and sat in front of the stove, watching the crackling flames, lost in thought.

Chu Yu woke up, and his heart finally fell to the ground. Although he didn't show it just now, Song Qingye's hanging feet finally fell to the ground the moment he saw Chu Yu wake up.

When did Chu Yu become so important to him?Song Qingye realized this problem for the first time.

The gurgling water vapor brought Song Qingye back to his senses, he poured out the medicine soup, and went to Chu Yu's room with a bowl of black medicine.

"Your medicine, let it cool down before drinking, it's a little hot."

"Ah."

Chu Yu lay on the bed and looked at Song Qingye without blinking.

"How did you get me out?"

Song Qingye omitted the hardships involved, and simply told Chu Yu what happened.

"Then where is it?"

"This is Mr. Zhu's other courtyard, but I bought it."

Chu Yu froze for a moment, then nodded, he didn't have much reaction to Song Qingye buying a house.

"It cost 300 taels."

Chu Yu looked around, "It's a profit."

"I spent 300 taels and bought it as soon as I said it, so there is nothing you want to say to me?"

Song Qingye approached Chu Yu and asked.

"As long as you like it."

Song Qingye smiled, "Don't you think I'm a prodigal?"

Chu Yu was a little surprised that Song Qingye would say that, "But you make more money."

It has to be said that Chu Yu did not inherit the inferiority of Chu Da and Liu Yuniang, which made Song Qingye very satisfied.

Chu Yu is here to heal his injuries with peace of mind. Song Qingye's daily job is to take care of Chu Yu, because Chu Yu is covered with injuries all over his body. Even if he drinks the Lingquan and his body recovers faster, it is impossible for him to recover to the point of being intact all of a sudden. There were also people in the yard, so it would be strange to recover so quickly. Leaving aside other people, Chu Yu couldn't justify it here.

So it's better to take your time and heal your injuries slowly. It's good for your body to recover normally, and Song Qingye still needs to take care of it at ordinary times.

The next day, Mr. Zhu asked someone to send the house deeds, and said that several servants in the yard gave them to Song Qingye as gifts, and it was up to Song Qingye to decide whether to go or stay, and he gave Song Qingye the death deeds of these four people. Qing Ye.

As a modern person, Song Qingye was a bit uncomfortable with buying and selling people so casually in ancient times, but it was okay, after all, he had experienced the era of the last days that showed the good and evil of human nature to the fullest.

Song Qingye asked the four of them what they thought. If they wanted to stay, he could give them a bite to eat. If they wanted to leave, they could redeem their contracts of prostitution by paying five taels of silver each.

This kind of good thing that fell from the sky made the four of them stunned. The concierge and the old mother were both old, and there was no one else at home, so they chose to stay.

One of the boys gave Song Qingye five taels of silver to redeem his contract of sale. The other boy wanted to redeem it, but he didn't have that much money, and besides, he was sold by his family. If he went back, he might be sold to another house, so he stayed at ease.

It's not that Song Qingye is short of the five taels of silver, but he is not doing charity either. If Mr. Zhu gave it to him, he would send it away as soon as he said it. Mr. Zhu doesn't look good, even if Mr. Zhu doesn't care, he can't guarantee it. His cronies and friends will talk about it, but if he spends money to redeem himself, that's another story.

The concierge's surname is Meng, and Song Qingye called him Uncle Meng. The old mother's husband's family name was Liu. Her husband had died for many years and had never remarried. Everyone called her Mama Liu, and Song Qingye followed suit.

There is also a young man, Mr. Zhu named him Zhu An, and now the owner has changed, the young man asked Song Qingye to give him a name.

"What was your original name?"

"It's been too long, I don't remember it."

Song Qingye thought for a while, he himself was a waste of names, he looked at the scenery in the yard, and there were pomegranates, and he suddenly remembered a line of Du Mu's poem.

"Like a fire pomegranate reflecting on a hill, the complex can be thin and beautiful but leisurely."

"Your name is Shi Xiaoshan."

As soon as the boy praised the new master's talents in his heart, he heard that the new master gave him a name that was not elegant at all, but he liked it quite a bit, and he was down-to-earth.

"Thank you, Master, for your name."

Shi Xiaoshan estimated that he was about the same age as Song Qingye now, fifteen or sixteen years old.

"How old are you?"

"Back to the master, the youngest is fifteen."

Sure enough, he was about the same age as he is now, Song Qingye nodded, and after learning the basic information of the three of them, he let people go down.

He counted the money in his hand, it was about 300 taels, and he couldn't help spending it. He had to find a way to earn some money. Song Qingye paced into the room thinking about it, not noticing that Chu Yu actually went down. He got off the bed and bumped into Chu Yu's chest.