Chapter 1008 The courtyard is remembered

Obviously, using "lifting people" as a matter is still very useful for my parents.

Originally, there was still some momentum, but now she was silent.

"Eldest brother, younger brother also respects you for being sensible, so he will tell you these words about digging into the nest.

That's my niece, can I feel pained? But let's twist the cloth of this thing, right? Have you forgotten Sister II......"

"You forgot that Sister Erbu is also a small and frail person, the fortune teller said that the live cloth was over and the flute, at that time, everyone spread the letter, how much money was spent on her medicine, but as a result, she died just over ten years old......"

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Aunt II?

Song Xinyi was slightly surprised, in her memory, it seems that the original owner only had one aunt, Song Fan, right?

Now when he heard the fourth uncle suddenly mention that there was another aunt, Bu Fu was a little surprised.

After all, the names of my father, aunt and fourth uncle are branches, flowers, and mao, but the word "leaf" is missing.

It seems that this second aunt should be called "Song Ye".

But for many years, no one in the family has ever mentioned half a word about Aunt Er.

Probably because of the taboo, and now......

Song Xinyi continued to listen to the situation over there.

It was expected to be quiet, so quiet that you could hear Bu Zhi's sigh.

Song Xinyi guessed that her father's love must be heavy at this time.

After a while, the silence was finally broken by two clear coughs.

"Ahem, big brother, in fact, you are too worried about Bu, and the flower girl is also fatal, if you want Bu Ran, grab some medicine and eat it first, and take a look, the real cloth is ......"

"The medicine must be caught!" Song Zhiyang's tone was full of affirmation.

"Catch, of course! Cloth about silver......"

Song Xinyi listened to the sound behind her, and was wondering what the fourth uncle was doing, only to hear that she suddenly remembered her father's voice again.

"Cloth line! That house is scared by the ancestors, and the cloth can be sold! ”

I could tell that Dad was already angry when he said this.

"Big brother, you want to be so brainless, it's a broken yard when you spread it horizontally and vertically.

Now that we're living there again, what do you think it's used for storing some wine in the winery?

If the head of the family is willing to spend this amount to buy it, and we happen to be short of money, Song Bu will simply make a move?

In this way, we can still do a favor with the head of the family, is this the best of both worlds? ”

"It's Uncle A, in fact, if you really want to say it, this yard can be regarded as selling cloth to the head of the family, and the horizontal and vertical are all surnamed Song, and the cloth is still your own family?"

"That's it, our father and the head of the family are brothers! Is this courtyard in our hands or in his hands, and the cloth is all passed on to the descendants of the Song family?

We didn't lose anything, and we took so much silver for nothing, big brother, how can you want to understand this reason? ”

Daddy's side was still silent, and the fourth uncle's voice of fanning the flames continued.

"I've heard that the owner of the family is going to move out of the brewery in the next few years and expand the scale of winemaking.

If it really comes to that time, the whole winery has been moved, and we beg for people to use this yard, but it will really become a broken yard, and it will be too late to regret it. ”

"Ah Mao, the yard is about to be mentioned, I am going to keep it for Xinyi as a dowry, and the cloth may definitely be sold!"

"Xinyi, that girl can cloth, can live until she gets married, and she will also know ......"

"Shigeru!"

"I mean, instead of waiting until it's worth a penny and smashing it in your hand, it's like selling it now and replacing it with a real silver ticket, that's the real thing.

In other words, when we have a lot of silver tickets in our hands, are we still worried that the cloth can buy a dowry for the flower girl? When the time comes, you will definitely get married! ”

"Okay, I'll ask you for the money, you and your younger siblings should go home!"

"Big Brother ......"

"Uncle ......"

…… Cola Literature

Song Xinyi listened to it for a long time and there was no movement, but there was a sighing sound in the courtyard, guessing that the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt should have been driven back by their father.

Song Xinyi has a kind of taste in the poem, which is sour but sweet.

The fourth uncle said that the yard was very impressive, but she vaguely remembered that there was a well in the yard, and when she was young, her father and mother were afraid that she would fall into it, so she was let her close, and then the family moved to the house.

Now that I think about it, that courtyard should be on the edge of the county, and the geographical location is superior, and it has only been used by the winery to store some wine in recent years, so it should be a little deserted.

It's strange that people have been buying recently, and the price is higher than the other.

Of course, as my father and mother said just now, the yard was not intended to be sold at all.

When she heard the word "marriage", Song Xinyi was moved.

But after all, the cloth is a simple little girl in the boudoir, and Song Xinyi is still a little curious about this courtyard.

If Zhenhong is just a broken yard in the middle of nowhere, why do so many people want to buy it?

Even more so, which also includes the head of the family.

As the fourth uncle said, is the pipe in the hands of the original owner's "side branch", or in the hands of the head of the family, and the cloth is all surnamed Song?

But why did the head of the family spend such unjust money, so that he had to buy and scare Buke?

Just as his thoughts drifted away, there was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.

Coming in was a middle-aged woman, dressed in coarse cloth, with her hair simply pulled into a pimple at the back of her head.

When the woman turned around, Song Xinyi saw clearly the delicate but clean and good-looking face on the cloth.

It is the mother of the original owner, Zhang.

Zhang originally wanted to continue sewing and mending clothes, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Xinyi, who had already sat up, and immediately walked to the side of the bed with a smile, "Xinyi is awake?" ”

Song Xinyi looked at the Zhang family who came over, and called out with a smile, "Mother! ”

As soon as the words came out, Song Xinyi was a little surprised, after all, this person was not her real mother, and she was only forty years old, only ten years older than herself.

Just now, Song Xinyi was still thinking that in the face of the original owner's parents, she would be able to make cloth and call cloth out, and the fighter would feel a little embarrassed.

But when I really saw it, I didn't expect it to be so natural.

Zhang helped Song Xinyi to sit up, raised his hand to brush back the broken hair on her forehead, and then put his hand on the little face, and asked with concern, "Are you still uncomfortable?" ”

Looking at Zhang's gentle and loving eyes, Song Xinyi shook her head, "It's already uncomfortable to sleep well." ”

Although the lights in the room were dim, it could be seen that Song Xinyi's face was already a little rosy, and Zhang relaxed a little.

"The doctor said that you are weak now, and you can eat too much, I have boiled millet porridge for you, and it is warm on the stove, so I will bring it to you."

Saying this, it seemed that Yang was indeed a little hungry, Song Xinyi nodded obediently, and then saw Zhang get up and go out.

After a while, a steaming porcelain bowl was brought to Song Xinyiyang.

There is a white and tender egg lying in the yellow cancan millet porridge, and there is a circle of red dates around the egg.

Although the red dates are very small, and there are only five or six in total, they are accompanied by the aroma of millet and reveal an attractive sweetness.

Song Xinyi's nose was up, and she had already controlled the cloth and followed the sweet taste, "It's so fragrant!" ”

Zhang smiled softly, stirred the porridge with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, and then sent it to Song Xinyi's mouth, "Come, open your mouth." ”

Song Xinyi was stunned, after all, in her previous life, since her grandmother left, no one had fed her like this.

"What are you doing? It's going to be cold later. Zhang urged, and directly touched the spoon to Song Xinyi's lips.

Song Xinyi opened her mouth in fright, and her mouth was then filled with warm and sweet porridge. Of course, it's sweeter than sweet in the mouth.

Zhang then fed a few more mouthfuls, and Song Xinyi took the bowl and ate it herself, after all, happiness came too suddenly, and she was still a little used to it.

Waiting for a bowl of porridge to scare her stomach, Song Xinyi suddenly felt that the whole person was warm, and her body was a little stronger.

Secretly glancing at her mother-in-law Zhang, Song Xinyi pretended to be unintentional and said, "I seem to have heard the voices of the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt just now." ”

Zhang Shi took the empty bowl and paused for a moment, but Bu Guo still smiled and nodded, "Well, it's him, when he was scared of noon, he took Lang Zhong with him, and then went to grab the medicine, and he just left at this time." ”

"Then I'm sick, what do you say?" Song Xinyi asked tentatively.

Zhang's body seemed to tremble for a moment, but then he raised his head and smiled, "It's not a big deal, Lang Zhong gave a prescription, and said that as long as you take the medicine on time and then recuperate at home for a few days, it will be fine."

You also have to think cranky, just have a good rest these days, tell your mother what you want to eat, and your mother will do it for you. ”

Song Xinyi opened her mouth, wanting to say nothing but nothing, and finally just nodded obediently.