C201 We do not suffer

Chicken cries woke Song Zhien up. When the young lad was half dressed and in his sister's room, he was still yawning, but when he saw that his sister was busy, he did not hesitate at all to extend his hand as well.

He would burn the fire, carry the firewood, carry the water, and act as an assistant. As long as he could reach out with his hands, he would definitely not slack off.

On the other hand, Mian Niang could not take it anymore, this little brother of her had been in pain since she was young, so she immediately pushed him to the brick bed to take a nap.

Song Zhien was still confused, he laid on the brick bed and woke up, immediately sitting up with a "sou" sound.

A bucket of beans almost fell to the ground. Mian Niang thought that it was a nightmare and immediately put down the bucket in her hands. She walked over and grabbed his shoulder: "What's wrong, this is?"

"Sis A?" Song Zhien was completely awake now, he shook his head and said, "Nothing, I'm not tired, I'll work together with you."

Who was the one who almost fell down when he was carrying the water? Hurry up and go back to sleep. Otherwise, if you don't have the spirit to study during the day, be careful of the teacher from the academy hitting you with the ruler. "

"It's okay, I'm not sleepy. I'm really not sleepy. I'll work with you."

He was thirteen years old this year and was already not a child. He had heard everything that happened yesterday with his own ears and knew that it was not easy for his elder sister. He looked at Mian Niang and said: "Don't take me as a child.

The little boy had given birth to a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as Mian Niang's. They were black and bright, and within these eyes, there was no longer the mischievous and mischievous look from before.

He had only helped before, but he had never said anything like that.

Mian Niang immediately turned her head and wiped the tears off her face with the corner of her apron.

Song Zhien immediately jumped off the ground, walked to the stove, and picked up the bucket of beans Mian Niang left on the ground and poured it into the pot.

A thirteen year old boy, his strength was not even as strong as someone like Mian Niang, who did things often. Pouring half a bucket of beans was strenuous, and the huge wooden barrel and huge boiler made him look extremely thin.

Mian Niang looked at his back, the tears in her eyes uncontrollably flowing down once again.

Her little brother was growing up, and she could see the deep and shallow changes he had made in the past few days. However, when her little brother said those words, she still felt like her little brother had grown up a lot in an instant.

If Abba were to see this kind of lackey in the underworld, he would have been comforted. However, at this time, Abba should be relieved. This family, she … Oh, no, they will take good care of her.

Mian Niang regained her senses and quickly walked over and took the barrel from him. "Go heat it up."

Song Zhien knew that doing these was not as good as his elder sister, so he did not fight.

When Mian Niang turned her head, he could see his brother laughing as if he had been slapped like a beggar. She could not help but ask curiously, "What's wrong, why are you laughing like this?"

"Happy."

"What's there to be happy about? What's there to be happy about? Why can't you be happy when I let you work together with me?"

"You just want me to work with you!"

"This is really new." "It's not a good thing to work here. It's not just a day or two since you started working with me. You've been working with me for so many days, why are you so happy now?"

Mian Niang put down the wooden bucket in his hands and started to pour water into the pot again. Although she was talking, her eyes never left the work in his hands, and was even more meticulous than when she was embroidering.

"It's just a matter of working."

Song Zhien seemed to be somewhat ashamed and he spoke rather awkwardly until his sister finished pouring a bucket of water, then finally turned her gaze towards him. Only then did he muster up his courage and said: "I just didn't expect that you, Sis A, would actually acknowledge me, and I have the feeling that I'm the pillar of this family."

Mian Niang tapped his forehead with her finger and laughed: "Yo yo, just now you said that you couldn't be the pillar of the family, and now you have changed your mind. You changed your mind quite quickly."

Song Zhien was unconvinced, he was prepared to explain to his sister. After filling the pit with firewood, he began to talk to the Sis A with his fingers: "This doesn't count as a change, Sis A, look, Brother isn't in this family, the only man I have right now?"

Mian Niang did not immediately reply. Instead, she thought for a moment, until Song Zhien started to urge him again, before nodding, "Yes, you are the only man in our family now, and are our mother's greatest hope."

It was not easy to earn a place in the academy after ten years of hard work. However, they still hoped that their family would have a scholar who would be knowledgeable and not be bullied anymore.

Song Zhien tilted his head and looked at his sister. Every day, he could hear his mother talking to him about these kind of words, to the point that his ears were almost full of calluses. He actually didn't like listening to them that much, as time passed by, he would feel that these words were like a magic spell.

He did not want the Sis A to be so tired, and hoped that it would be easier for him. If reading properly and advancing was the hope of the Sis A, he was willing to work hard for the hope of the Sis A.

Mian Niang had woken up early today, so the siblings were quick with their hands and feet. When they finished making the tofu, they were even able to wake up an hour earlier than usual.

Mian Niang chased Song Zhien to recuperate, even if it was just taking a nap, so that he wouldn't get sleepy in class, and she would be the one cooking and lighting a fire himself.

He thought that the Peach Blossom House's people would come a little later, he didn't expect that Mian Niang would come right after putting the food in the pot.

Bao Sheng shouted from outside the door: "Is this Little Brother Song's home?"

Mian Niang heard the sound from inside the house, and immediately wiped the water off her hands, then put the felt hat on her head and walked out.

He greeted someone and called out, "Brother Lan."

Bao Sheng's surname was Lan and was two years older than Mian Niang. After the two of them got to know each other's names, Mian Niang knew that they should not be too harsh on others. It was just that calling out Big Brother Lan's name was a little awkward, but Bao Sheng was willing to listen.

"I'm in our kitchen, the youngest one. The people I meet are either called uncle or brother. It's quite comfortable for you to call me like this."

Mian Niang laughed, and then opened the door and let Bao Sheng in.

Madame Song walked out with a cane. At this time, she did not have the depressed expression she had yesterday, but faced Bao Sheng with a smile on her face, and asked: "Is this the young master of Peach Blossom House?"

He bowed to Madame Song as a form of courtesy: "That's right, Auntie Song, I am from Peach Blossom House, but I am not some little master, I am just an apprentice on the side, please do not call me that, and let my master hear of it, if you want me to say that I am being frivolous, I will skin me alive."

Mian Niang raised her eyebrows and glanced at Bao Sheng, then understood, that for the people in Peach Blossom House, no matter how simple and crude they were, they were only relative, compared to the people in the countryside, Bao Sheng had some experience, and had been trained by people like Master Zhang. Naturally, he had good eyesight, and could not be considered as someone who was good at talking, but he was not really someone who knew everything.

This is not your Peach Blossom House, in our countryside, it has nothing to do with your Peach Blossom House. It's been so many years, and only you, a member of the Peach Blossom House, has come here.

Madame Song Li's smile became more amiable.

Mian Niang could not help but look at his own mother again. She understood her own mother's personality, she was not the kind of person who would talk big.

Mian Niang relaxed, it was good that Mother could think it through. To be honest, she was a little worried that someone from the Peach Blossom House would come. Bao Sheng's heart blossomed from what Madame Song said, and he did not forget his master's instructions. When Mian Niang went into the house to fetch the tofu, she stood at the door and took a look, and with that glance, she had clearly seen the situation in bean curd.

There was a small kang, a bed and a neatly folded bed. The entire room was also cleaned up. A thick fragrance of tofu wafted out from the room, and there was no other smell.

This caused Bao Sheng to feel relieved. He was worried that if this Little Song Tofu was like the one from before, and not clean, and that the bean curd was filled with a terrible stench, how would he explain it to his master?

Mian Niang carried the tofu plate and came out. When she looked up, he saw Bao Sheng looking at him from the door, and smiled without batting an eyelid.

However, there was nothing she could do about it. She did not know that she was a woman, and she did not know that she lived in this house, so it could be considered as offending her. She wanted to do this business, and it seemed that she would truly have to treat herself as a man.

The tofu was brought out and placed on Bao Sheng's car.

"Three plates of tofu, as agreed yesterday."

Mian Niang followed Bao Sheng to settle the bill, and immediately saw Madame Song Li enter her own room, after a while she returned with a bowl of tofu brain, which she handed over to Bao Sheng.

"Young master, it's a cold day, you should eat a bowl. This is something my son just made, you should warm up too."

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but when she said "my son", her tone became even more serious. Mian Niang thought that she was talking about Song Zhien and didn't care.

Just as his hands touched the wooden plate, he heard familiar voices in the yard.

This is the young master of Peach Blossom House. Look at you, it's winter and you rushed here early, so you must be cold. Don't be polite, a bowl of tofu brain is not worth much.

Mian Niang raised her eyebrows, this was A Yunniang's voice.

"That's right, little master, in our countryside, there are no good things for guests to eat. It's just a bowl of tofu brain, yet you're not eating it. filigree's voice.