Chapter 129

Name:Scholar's Sweetheart Author:Jia Yi
Lu Yunkai stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the blue back figure holding the blue oil paper umbrella to shield his younger brother from the rain. He could vaguely hear the laughter of the two boys, and he didn't know what he was so happy about?

Lu Yunkai shook his head and tied the door. Then he came to the inner courtyard. When he came to the door, he met Lu's mother with a basket. "Niang, Miss Song sent some mutton. You made it and ate it to mend your body."

Mother Lu put down her basket and said, "in two days it will be the winter solstice, and then we will cook soup."

Lu Yunkai thought about it. The winter solstice is just the day after tomorrow, so he nodded, "mother makes up her mind."

Lu's mother looked at her handsome and elegant son with a smile and said, "I see that Miss Song is much whiter than summer, and she looks good. Why don't I ask her to be your wife for you?"

Lu Yunkai was stunned, and a different feeling sprang up at the bottom of his heart. Song Xintong, who was smiling with bright eyes, flashed across his brain. Then he shook his head, "Niang..."

Lu's mother said, "my son is as shallow as the villagers. She thinks that she is not worthy of marriage because of her bad reputation."

Lu Yunkai immediately explained, "my son doesn't think that way. Miss Song is self reliant and capable. She should marry someone better than me."

Lu's mother tried to persuade him not to belittle himself, but her words stopped again. After Yunkai fell off his horse three years ago, she recovered as usual, but her cheek was damaged. For Yunkai, who was extremely proud of himself, she couldn't erase it.

After half a sound, she said: "my mother looks at Miss Song. She is a good girl. She should not..."

Lu Yunkai stopped Lu's mother's hand. "Mother, it's impossible for her son to be with Miss Song. She only sends some food because of the relationship between her two younger brothers. It doesn't mean anything else. Please don't talk about it again. If someone knows about it, it will damage the reputation of Miss Song."

Lu's mother sighed and nodded, "it's mother's magic."

Lu Yunkai lightly smile, touch the landing mother's cool hand, "Niang, you touch cold water again? Didn't my son tell you that you can only use hot water? Don't save firewood. If you don't have it, just buy it. "

"I see." Lu mother patted Lu Yunkai's hand, "you are still coughing. My mother is going to cook medicine for you."

Lu Yunkai hesitated, "mother, do you still have radishes at home?"

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On the day of the winter solstice, the Song family boiled the mutton soup early. It was full of fragrance and made people salivate.

Smelling the fragrance, song Xintong couldn't help swallowing, "Aunt Wang's soup is really delicious. I just had breakfast, so I wanted to have lunch."

Da Ya also couldn't help swallowing. "It's so fragrant, girl. I think I can have three bowls of rice at noon today."

Daya's bowl is an iron bowl specially made by song Xintong. It can hold more than half a jin of rice.

"Girl, are you not angry with your maidservant?" Big Ya asked.

Song Xintong shook his head, "fight more deer, what will come back, I'll let you eat four bowls."

"Good." Da Ya clapped her thigh excitedly, like thunder.

Song Xintong looked at Daya and showed his teeth. He chuckled and said, "does it hurt?"

Daya endured the pain and nodded. She said seriously, "it's too painful."

"Ha ha ha... Da Ya, why are you so funny?" Song Xintong smiles so much that he leans back and forth and tears are coming out.

"Girl, a man named Zhu saner came outside the door and said that he was here to deliver mutton to the girl." Wang came in and said respectfully.

Song Xintong stopped laughing, "let him in."

When Zhu san'er entered the hall, he felt very warm. "Miss Song, why are you so warm here? I didn't look at the charcoal basin, either? "

Song Xintong poured him a cup of hot tea. "He used some unique secret methods, so he drank it very warm."

"That's good. There's no charcoal pot, and there's no smoke." Zhu san'er boasted, "Miss Song, it's so nice of you to be here."

Song Xintong said with a smile: "I gave the method to master Hong. If you want to transform your house, you can discuss it with master Hong."

"Well, thank you, Miss Song." Zhu san'er arched his hand, and then said, "in order to thank Miss Song for the idea she gave him a few days ago, my boss was praised by his boss. This didn't reward us a few fat sheep. The boss asked me to send you one."

"Shopkeeper song has a heart." Song Xintong said.

"My shopkeeper also got some pears and oranges from the south, and asked me to send them to the girl." After Zhu san'er finished, Wang Shi and Da Ya came in with two boxes of fruit.

Song Xintong looked at the excellent pears and oranges. He was very happy. "Brother Lao Zhu, thank you for me, manager song."

"Miss Song, you're welcome. Miss Song has helped us a lot." Zhu san'er got up and said, "it's late. I'll leave first. The shopkeeper is waiting for my reply."

Song Xintong smiles, "brother Zhu, wait a minute. I have some good food here. You can take some back to see if it is suitable for the taste of shopkeeper song."

Then he told Wang to take out the sausage and bacon.

Song Xintong handed the two to Zhu saner, "they are all made at home. Take them back and taste them."

Zhu san'er took the sausage and bacon and smelled, "are they all smoked?"

"Yes, smoked and roasted ones taste better." Song Xintong simply has the final say, "can brother Zhu remember?"

"Remember, I'll tell the shopkeeper when I go back." Zhu san'er is very good at talking, "that song girl, I don't want to bother you. I'll go back first, and I'll go back earlier so that the cook can cook and eat. It smells delicious."

"Brother Zhu, be careful on the way."

After Zhu saner left, Wang took a basket of oranges and said, "girl, do you put these oranges in the kitchen warehouse? Or in the girl's room? "

Song Xintong looked at two baskets of pears and oranges and said, "go to those one by one and give me another empty basket."

Wang's understanding, girl, this is to take pears and oranges to give away.

Song Xintong picked more than ten juicy pears and more than ten smooth oranges, filled the whole basket and handed them to Daya. "You can send them to the school and pick them up for lunch."

"Yes." Daya picked up a fruit basket with a weight of more than ten Jin and walked out with flying strides.

Song Xintong gave more than ten oranges and pears to Wang, and then she properly assigned them to six of them.

"Thank you, miss." Wang bowed to thank him.

Song Xintong waved his hand, "by the way, what about Yang Gao and his brothers?"

Wang said: "follow their father to add firewood in the shed beside the field, and change water to feed by the way."

"They used to study, didn't they?" Song Xintong asked.

"Yes, in the past, when the family was in a good situation, they and other children from other families studied for two years in the family school of the government and learned some words." Wang replied.

Song Xintong nodded, "there's nothing wrong at home. Let them go to school with Dabao tomorrow. Although we are a rural school, we can't compare with the master in the big family, but I think Lu Fu Zi's character is good, and teaching is not rigid. I think they can learn more."

Wang immediately knelt down on the ground and said, "thank you for your kindness, miss."