[comprehensive] superior skills

After a few more days, when Song Ci got used to picking and taming a large family of children, grandchildren, men and women for trivial matters like Mrs. Liang, the radiant Liang Qiuyue finally decided to go out of the room to investigate the enemy's situation.

The rules of the old Liang family have been the same for decades. The eldest son, Liang Dong, is in charge of studying, and the second and third children are responsible for farming with their wives. I was so busy that I kicked the back of my head, and it was Granny Liang's turn to serve the whole family.

There are also two female relatives who don't do rough work here.

Just because she was raised as a good wife and mother since she was a child, not to mention that she is a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, just looking at the pair of three-inch golden lotuses, you know that the work at home is not easy to point to her.

Mrs. Liang didn't force her to do anything, as long as she took care of her good husband and two grandchildren who were working in the town.

There is also Liang Xin'er, the sister-in-law of the Liang family. Her hands have to be taken care of for embroidery, and she can't easily touch mundane tasks. In addition, she earns no less money from embroidery every month than her grandson who works in pharmacies and bookshelves. Mrs. Liang was treated differently as a male who could support the family.

So when Liang Qiuyue, who had just recovered from a serious illness, crossed the messy courtyard and came to the open space in front of the kitchen as if looking at a western scene, she saw the cheap mother and the little girl sweating profusely in front of the burning stove. There is also a delicate village girl who sits on a chair and takes a small bottle of oil to nourish her hands.

"Mom, let me help you with the work!"

Liang Qiuyue went into the kitchen with a sullen face after shouting, and she didn't see the strange faces of her aunt and her brothers and sisters in the next room behind her.

"What's wrong with Qiuyue?"

Lu Qianzi, who couldn't hide his words in his heart, poked the head of the family under the table, "Usually, a master who is so virtuous and doesn't know how to ask for credit with his younger siblings, why did he call out before he got to work today? It doesn't look like that just by looking at it." It’s a good mood. Let me tell you, the back mountain where Qiuyue fell is very evil, don’t you get sick and let the dirty things go away?”

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Liang Shan didn't believe this, so he grabbed the boiled peanuts and threw them into his mouth when his mother wasn't paying attention, "Qiuyue has been ill for half a month, how can she be so honest if she really wants to lose her soul? The first thing to do should not be to help my old mother cook, but to throw Xiyue into the well when no one is caught."

"Are you Xiyue's real father? Have you ever said that about your own child?"

Seeing that Mrs. Liang was still laughing and chatting with the little girl, Lu Qianzi turned his face and said in a low voice, "Why don't you be reconciled to seeing that the old man didn't beat Xiyue up? It's all over and you still mention it." what?!"

She said it was over, but she couldn't help thinking of the scene that day when her own girl ran back in a panic, Qiuyue asked the girl from the same village to carry her back from the mountain.

The bloody hole on his head is horrifying when he thinks about it now, Lu Qianzi has seen so much blood when he was butchering a pig at such a young age.

Liang Shan raised his eyes when he heard this, "Keep your mouth clean, don't forget that you are still holding the job of the old Liang family! I'm not afraid to tell you clearly, when your old Lu family dies Mother is still panting!"

He was thinking about the family's money, but he didn't forget his father's instructions when he was dying.

This family can do without anyone, but I can't do without my old lady. The old lady is the township of the family. Without her, I don't want to have a good life today.

Lu Qianzi didn't expect that she accidentally let out the words she used to say when she was in her mother's house. Seeing that the man who had been coaxed so easily was going to turn his back on her again, she didn't dare to continue to make trouble, so she could only pretend to be a quail and wait for the meal. .

Liang Xin'er at the other end of the table saw that the old lady suddenly fell silent, so she couldn't help asking: "Mother, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing."

Song Ci, who was still listening to Liulu just now, shook his head, "Mother thinks that this land has been planted, why don't I go to the town with you to buy some food and come back, so that I can give your brothers some strength."

After hearing this, Liang Xiner pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, originally I wanted to send the embroidery work to shopkeeper Wu in time for good weather. Since my mother is going out, let's go with my mother."

"Okay, mother and the old girl will go together."

Song Ci caressed the little girl's tender hands, and said lovingly: "Go to the market and buy a beautiful flower for my Xin'er."

No matter how many crooked melons and jujubes there are in Lao Liang's family, there are still a few good seedlings with good character that are worth cultivating, and it is not in vain that she has been called a mother by other children.

After dinner, Song Ci simply arranged the work at home, and asked the men to water and pull the weeds in the fields, while the women stayed at home to wash and turn over the quilts in each room that had slept all winter.

Of course, her own yard is never willing to be handed over to others, and she just waits for a new bed and bedding when she comes back from the town.

After locking the gate of the courtyard and driving the donkey cart out of the cowshed, Song Ci asked all the daughters-in-law and granddaughters of the family if they wanted to take it with them.

Xu Shi knew the nature of Mrs. Liang for a long time. The girls and boys in the yard did not dare to make excessive demands. Inferior rice paper is used for writing articles.

Don't look at these people talking a lot, but Song Ci's brain is so good that he can memorize it without using a pen.

On the contrary, Liang Qiuyue stood alone in the distance and looked at the old lady Liang who was surrounded by stars and moons, and secretly mocked the old hag to gain a sense of existence by relying on trivial things.

After driving the donkey cart out, Song Ci dragged the girl who was hiding in the cart and walked slowly around the village.

As I said earlier, the reason why the Liang family’s yard was built at the foot of Jindongtou Mountain was that Liang Duanjiao almost forged an enmity with the elders of the Liang family because of his parents’ family property, and the second was that after he returned to his hometown, he saw that everyone was afraid of him. Putting on a posture that the uncle doesn't want to see you, and Mrs. Liang is not patient to interact with her neighbors, which makes the Liang family always in a marginal position in the village.

But this happened to be what Song Ci wanted, turning her into a 50-year-old rural lady who is looking forward to her son becoming a dragon and her daughter becoming a phoenix. You can let her learn how the rural old lady chats with her neighbors all day long. Guak also let people live.

Now you can see the benefits of being out of gregariousness. Song Ci drove the little donkey from the east end to the private school near the ancestral hall to the west road leading to the town, but no one asked her to ask for a ride.

"Did you see that the old widow of the Liang family went to town with her daughter again?"

"It's getting worse day by day after a man's death, but it's the other way around for her, the more she lives, the harder she is."

"You don't know that. Mrs. Liang is not the daughter of an ordinary family. Have you seen the house of Liang Duanjiao's house? It was built for her in the early years! It's a phoenix parasol tree. Anyway, you can't get married without a big house!"

"My mother, how much dowry do I need to accompany to fill that courtyard?"

"What is the dowry worth? Liang Duanjiao himself said that marrying a good wife is only to protect future generations! I thought about it later. Is it worthy to give birth to a talented son?"

"Do you know how old her old girl is this year, is there anyone?"

Or it can be said that communication in ancient times was all about shouting, especially the voices of these women who worked in the fields all day were even more amazing. They felt that they were whispering there, but not only Song Cifang could hear it clearly, Even Liang Xiner, who was hiding in the door curtain, blushed.

The little girl was thin-skinned, so she couldn't help begging in a low voice: "Mother, let's go quickly, it's getting windy late."

"Alright, sit still!"

Song Ci replied while lightly whipping the little donkey's buttocks, "General, don't be reluctant to work hard. I will give you some good feed when I go home at night."

Hearing this, the little donkey, who had been bribed for a long time, immediately spread its hooves and started to scramble. After a few steps, it raised billows of dust and left those talkative women behind.

"Well done, General!"

Wrapped half of a crisp cucumber with a whip and threw it to the little donkey's mouth. Seeing it crooked its neck, it swallowed it. quiet!"

Right now is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming. Apart from the fields of freshly sprouted crops on both sides of the road, there are undulating and rolling mountains. Although there is inevitably some strange smell of fertilizer in the air, kingfishers and forest wild animals can also be heard. The cheerful chirping of animals looks much fresher and more natural than the farmhouse music of later generations.

Song Ci wasn't sure if Liangjia Village was right or not, but it was true that the village was not far from the town.

In less than two quarters of an hour in a donkey cart, she saw a few mule carts from other villages running sparsely in front of her, and they walked side by side for about a cup of tea. The bustling Qingping Zhen appeared in front of the couple.

After entering the town, he met several carriages and sedan chairs yelling to go out. Seeing that the servant was not small and had a temper, Song Ci jumped off the shaft and pulled the little donkey to avoid the side of the road, so as not to cause trouble. The accident frightened the daughter.

She was not in a hurry to buy things, so she sent her daughter to the embroidery village she had worked with for many years.

Shopkeeper Wu, who was looking at the store, was overjoyed when he saw Mrs. Liang, mother and daughter, "My sister's hands are too dexterous. I thought it would take a few more days to deliver it."

Liang Xiner smiled shyly when she heard the words, and then slowly unfolded the embroidered cloth in the bundle on the counter, "Look at what's wrong with it, I'm not afraid to mend it with a needle and thread."

"Except for girls, I haven't met girls in Qingping Town who are good at embroidery and don't need to rework!"

Shopkeeper Wu carefully looked at the picture of the Four Gentlemen in his hand and praised it again and again, "Let's still follow the old rules?"

The old rule in her mouth is to use half of the salary as collateral, and then receive the items needed for a new job.

"Treasurer Wu, please count them all for us."

Song Ci pulled his daughter and said: "It's not good for my girl to see the wind and get sick in spring. I want her to rest for half a year."

"Half a year?"

Shopkeeper Wu felt even more distressed than Old Madam Liang when he heard this, "These half a year is worth a lot of money, why don't I pick out a few gadgets for the sister of the Liang family to go back and embroider and play, and I won't let her rush the deadline."

Song Ci still shook his head and refused, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Wu, for your kindness. My child is born weak, and if I don't take good care of it, I won't be able to make enough money to pay for the soup and medicine. Don't worry, if this child does embroidery work in the future, he will definitely do it. I'm looking for your help at the Wu Family Embroidery Village."

Thinking of the dazzled and hunchbacked embroiderers in his embroidery shop who were instigated by their in-laws at a young age, shopkeeper Wu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Well, after all, it's my own mother who knows how to love others."

She didn't treat others harshly for this small amount of money, and took the silver ingot and a small piece of silver dimes from the money box happily, "Throwing away the fabric, the total is five taels of 860 Wen. take."

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Wu."

Liang Xiner took the money and was about to hand it to the old lady, but Song Ci refused, "A pretty big girl should save some private money, you should keep it for yourself."

Liang Xiner shook her head in disapproval, "Mother will keep it for me first, and I will spend it with you when I want to spend it, or else I will have it."

Seeing that the girl was sincere and filial, Song Ci put the silver ingot into the bag by the way, pointed to the cloth on the shelf and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, how do you sell that roll of lake blue fine cloth with light flowers printed on it?"

"The old lady has really good eyesight."

Shopkeeper Wu smiled and brought over the beautiful floral cloth, "This is a product that just arrived from the provincial capital yesterday. It is more expensive than ordinary fine cloth, 25 cents a foot."

Song Ci calculated the width of the cloth in his mind. If he wanted to make good clothes for his daughter that were indistinguishable from each other, he would have to spend half of the money for the cloth alone. The consumption level of the house is about the same as that of the Red Mansion.

Shopkeeper Wu saw the customer hesitantly turned around and took out a bolt of brighter cinnabar-colored cotton cloth from the shelf, "This kind of material doesn't have flowers but is fine enough, and it only costs eighteen cash. Or does the old lady want some coarse cloth for work wear? As long as ten Wen is enough."

Seeing that she wanted to get some cloth, Song Ci hurriedly stopped her, "Master Wu, don't rush away, cut the lake blue one just now to my girl's body, and this cinnabar-colored fine cloth and The fabrics worth ten pennies are selected to be blue-gray and dirt-resistant, and you can make up two pieces each, how much silver do you think the total will be?"

Shopkeeper Wu made quick calculations, "Oh, just by listening to it, I know that the old lady must be blessed with many children. The fabrics you always want are a total of 240 Wen."

The silver ingots I just got were replaced with five bundles of cloth before they were warmed up. Fortunately, there was a donkey cart waiting outside at home, so it didn't take much effort.

After leaving the embroidery village, Song Ci followed his memory and went to the bazaar for the common people to buy and sell daily necessities, and bought ten liters of rice and flour each.

The grain and oil shop here also sells some dry goods, besides the local delicacies that can be seen everywhere, there are also many seafood from the south, the cheapest of which are kelp and wakame.

Of course, the people of Yuanguo don’t call it that. They call these green leaves that grow in the sea seaweed, which sounds like a combination of the two.

Although the stuff is cheap, it can't help that people in the north can't get used to the fishy smell of the sea, even if it's shipped all the way, it can't be sold at the price.

As soon as Song Ci heard that this thing was only five cents a catty, he immediately packed up the rest, and went back to buy a fan of pork ribs to stew, not only to remove the fishy smell, but also a rare delicacy in spring.

Even shopping and playing, he bought all the groceries and fruits that the family urgently needed. Song Ci did not forget to stick his head in when passing by the silver building, and bought a lotus carp and long life for his old daughter. Ruyi lock.

At first, Liang Xiner thought that this delicate gadget was bought for her grandnephew who was about to be born at home, but when the old lady hung the colorful rope around her neck without any explanation, she hurriedly turned her back with a blushing face, "Mom, how old am I?" Wearing this after wearing it, people will not be able to laugh at it! Let’s keep it for the blessed children!”

"If you are lucky enough to marry a daughter-in-law, you still have to worry about grandma. You want to exhaust me to death!"

Song Ci patted her hand and refused to take it down, "You put it on for me!"

Seeing his daughter shyly putting the longevity lock into her collar with her own eyes, Song Ci turned around and drove the little donkey home.

Maybe it was because the things he bought were too heavy and he had exhausted too much energy after running for half a day. The general was obviously not as happy as when he went out in the morning, and he walked leisurely on the road with his head drooping.

Song Ci was not in a hurry to rush it, and just sat on the wobbly donkey cart to watch the scenery.

When entering the village, I met a group of boring village women again, but this time the eyes of the other party's eyes became unpredictable.

Savoring those expressions of contempt or gloating, Song Ci smacked his lips, "There's a show here!"

Liang Xin'er, who was listening to the commotion, poked her head out quietly, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"No, you heard wrong."

Song Ci cheerfully whipped the general, "Mother said that in summer, we have to be careful that the streams on the mountain will flood the fields with rainwater, and ask your brother to dig a few more drains in the ditches in two days. "

She was pondering why there was a change every time she came and went. The youngest granddaughter in the family ran from a distance to meet the donkey cart, crying and shouting, "Grandma, you are back! Go home and have a look, I Dad let the wild boar kick him!"

"What's the matter?"

Song Ci lifted the little granddaughter up, "What's the matter, didn't I ask your father to water the field, why did wild boars grow out of the field in this spring without anything growing?!"

Liang Dongyue, who is only eight years old, is still at the age of nothingness and foolishness. She was startled by her elder sister before her head, and she still hasn't recovered. A few words, "Grandma, let's go home, Daoist Yu said that my father is dying, let's prepare for the funeral!"

"Shoot at his grandma!"

Hearing this, Song Ci almost laughed out of breath, "Who called that old Yutou home? Return it to Daoist Priest, that is a liar who can only trick people and pour water on them!"

She vaguely remembered that Liang Laosan also had an accident in her previous life, but this day is sorry, no one was fatally injured at that time.

Song Ci suddenly found out that something important happened at home, and Song Ci didn't care about the general anymore, so he knocked him to the door of the house after a few whips.

At this moment, the gate of the Liang family's usually closed courtyard was wide open in all directions, and there were still a few familiar young people squatting in the courtyard. When they saw Mrs. Liang coming in with a donkey cart, they quickly got up and called for someone.

Seeing the blood smeared on their bodies, Song Ci knew that these men must have helped carry Liang Laosan home. She was in no mood to tell them lies because of the urgent time, so she just nodded and walked in quickly.

The third bedroom's bedroom was already full of crying, and Xiaomei He's voice almost broke the beams alone.

Beside the big kang, a gray-haired old man in a blue-black Taoist robe secretly looked at the ornaments in the room, and at the same time persuaded He Xiaomei, who was out of breath from crying: "Old man from the third family, this person seems to be dying." , thank you for making up your mind!"

Liang Shan, who was frowning, couldn't help asking: "Daoist Yu, is my third brother really dying?"

"Don't talk about the broken leg, just look at the hole in his stomach. If I hadn't used a unique secret medicine to seal the blood, the man would have died a long time ago!"

Daoist Yu stroked his beard helplessly and sighed: "If you don't give up your money, you can only give up your life!"

"I'll see who dares to take my son's life!"

Hearing this, Song Ci, holding back his anger, strode to the kang and opened the wound that Liang Laosan had hastily bandaged, and immediately widened his eyes, "What a unique secret medicine! Old Yutou, you can grow up!" Well, the deception has even reached the threshold of our old Liang’s house! My old lady has lived for almost 60 years and has never heard of the fact that incense burner ash has become a panacea! If you are sensible, get out of here early, or I will give my son away On the way to the hospital, I will stop by the government to sue you for murder!"

"Fool! Fool!"

Daoist Yu blushed and shook his fingers and scolded: "There are women like you who don't know what to do in the world. The old Taoist is not grateful for saving your son's life, but beat him up!"

"Stop talking about those useless things!"

Interrupting the liar's sophistry sharply, Song Ci's cold gaze slowly swept across the faces of Lu Qianzi and Liang Shan who were dodging, "You don't go out to inquire, who am I afraid of the old lady in Liangjia Village all these years! , Daoist Priest Yu, you can send it back to me no matter how you invited it. I’ll just leave it at that, and if he doesn’t leave, go!”

"Mom! Everything is negotiable!"

Liang Shan didn't dare to risk his own life against the old lady, so he hurriedly walked up to Daoist Yu and whispered a few words.

Lu Qianzi, who was huddled in the corner, couldn't bear the cold face of his mother-in-law, and opened his mouth stammeringly, "Well, I'll go and see the old man, don't let him steal while he's in trouble."

When the second child and his family all ran after Yu Daochang, Song Ci pushed He Xiaomei, who only knew howling, to lock the door bolt, and then fed a health-preserving pill into the mouth of the unknown Liang Laosan, and took another The gauze carefully cleaned the incense ash from his wound.

He hurriedly treated Liang Laosan's wound, and after making sure that no one would get a fever due to the trauma, Song Ci opened the door and walked out, and asked He Xiaomei, who was lying half dead by the door, waiting for the letter: "There is such a big one at home. What's the matter, why didn't everyone come over?"

He Xiaomei pursed her mouth and burst into tears again, "I panicked when I saw Liang Shi. I wanted to ask my elder brother to help me make up an idea, but my elder brother fell down after listening to me..."

"It's really useless to be a scholar!"

Song Ci couldn't imagine that the boss didn't show up because of this, so he could only point to the room while clutching his throbbing temples, "The third one is fine. Just watch from the side and feed him something every quarter of an hour." Drink warm water. I don’t nod my head, don’t feed him casually, and don’t let outsiders go in to see him.”

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at He Xiaomei, who couldn't help crying with joy, but turned her head and hurried to the eldest son's yard, "What a goddamn fate!"

In the big room, daughter-in-law Xu Nianmei also watched over her husband and shed tears, but she was from a scholarly family after all, so she was very delicate when she cried.

Song Ci looked at the pale boss and sighed first, "Daughter-in-law, mother said earlier that we don't want to read it. Don't think that mother is tired of you saying that. The three children in the family are all pregnant in October. Born, no matter how outsiders look at you, in my mother's heart, you are the heart and soul that no one can compare to. My mother also thinks about the boss's life, and she spends too much time studying. From today's incident, it can be seen that the boss is in poor health. What has become of it?"

As she spoke, she put a piece of ginseng the size of a finger into her daughter-in-law's hand, "You slice this ginseng and give it to Da'er's sencha every day, which can make up for it. Think about what your mother said, it's a good idea. It’s better to be a scholar lady who is safe at home, or to be a Juren’s wife who looks at the scenery and is depressed. When you figure it out, help me persuade the eldest son.”

Even after the arrangement of the third and the eldest was wiped out, Song Ci didn't bother to pay attention to the second and second couple who were guilty of treachery, and only gave a portion of the cooked food bought from the town to the first and third rooms. It's a makeshift dinner.

In the early morning of the next day, she went to check on the third child's injury, and learned that the silly son not only woke up in the middle of the night to relieve his hand once, but also knew how to cry hungry, so she was really relieved.

Although He Xiaomei didn't know how her mother-in-law cured her husband, she also knew that listening to her mother-in-law would make no mistakes.

After Song Ci checked his pulse and felt that the third child's body was gradually calming down, he instructed He Xiaomei to go to the kitchen and use the newly bought rice to make some rice soup for his son.

After driving away the people in a blink of an eye, Song Ci asked Liang Shi, who was lying on the kang, humming: "Third brother, why do you call yourself Yezhu Gong? If you don't tell the truth today, don't call me mother in the future!"

Liang Laosan didn't want to say it at first, but he was used to being taught by his parents since he was a child. He was afraid when the old lady was about to fire, so he said honestly: "I was going to water the fields when I got up early, but Qiuyue told me that she used water on the mountain. Good material laid a trap, saying that there must be prey in it and I was afraid that one person would not be able to carry it, so I went with her. Mother, fortunately, I followed. Didn’t you see how big the wild boar is, you think it has been hungry all winter Can such a beast see a living person without red eyes!"

He was still thinking of pleading for his daughter, but before he even opened his mouth, his old lady beat him up.

"I'll beat you, an unfilial son who doesn't listen to my mother!"

Song Ci raised his hand and slapped the good meat on his forehead, "What do you mean by not listening to the old man's words? You will be at a disadvantage if you don't go if my old lady asks you to fetch water. Your girl asks you to go to the mountain to fill up the stomach of wild boars." Just go? Where was your good girl when you stopped the wild boar there? You should have left you and run away!"

"broken!"

Only then did Liang Laosan realize that he was so busy stopping wild boars that he forgot to ask about the girl, "Mom, Qiuyue and I went astray, did she go home yesterday?"

"go home?"

Recalling the infatuated male supporting role who vowed to follow Liang Qiuyue to the death, Song Ci sneered and said, "Don't worry, she has God's blessing and will not die! Gu Buqi is having a good time with some big man who fell from the sky at this moment!"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Well, in fact, this story is used to complain about those old memes that everyone has written badly. _(:з」∠)_

The door is full of joy, huh~~