"This Mo'er" Da Lang muttered, he didn't expect that this cousin's combat effectiveness was stronger, and if he had known that they were all there, he wouldn't have led He Ming here.

Song Qingmo snorted, ignored Da Lang, and aimed at He Ming again, and with a force, he directly pushed He Ming to a stagger.

He Ming hung down and fell, trembling with anger, and said angrily, "You are too rude, you Song family girl, you are too uneducated." ”

"Who do you say is uneducated?" Song Qingyuan's dark eyes shot at He Ming with a cold color.

walked towards He Ming step by step, and He Ming retreated unnaturally under Song Qingyuan's pressure step by step.

Song Qingyuan said coldly, "Standing on the land of my Song family, saying that the children of my Song family are subordinates, this is the upbringing of your family?" ”

"What a reader! Familiar with the words of the saints? Learning the way of teachings? Song Qingyuan looked at He Ming with contempt and sneered, "You are also worthy!" ”

"You! You! He Mingqi's eyes were red, and a great humiliation came to his heart.

This damn little girl even said that he didn't deserve to study, which was worse than another rough little girl.

He Ming threw up his sleeves, pointed at Song Qingyuan and said, "You are an empty-mouthed little girl, why do you say that I am not worthy of studying." ”

"Yes! You! Not! Teach! Raise! Song Qingyuan said word by word, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, "Shall we go to Mr. Yue Lin to discuss the issue of etiquette." ”

"Look at pointing your finger at someone, is this right?" Song Qingyuan's gaze swept over, and He Ming stretched out his finger in front of him.

"You!" He Ming withdrew his fingers, turned his back, and said calmly, "I don't care about a little girl!" ”

"Wywen!" He Ming looked at Da Lang and said meaningfully, "As an elder brother, shouldn't you fulfill your duty of disciplining your sister?" ”

This is to ask Da Lang to teach them a lesson, Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo glanced at each other and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. He Ming didn't look at it, whether Da Lang dared to teach them a lesson.

"This" Da Lang stood in awkward place and did not speak.

"Wywen!" He Ming frowned and urged.

A pair of eyes, looking at Da Lang dissatisfied, let it be as if he was saying, I can't even teach the two little girls a lesson, why marry my sister.

"Wywen!" He Ming's voice increased.

Da Lang was forced to be unable to turn to Song Qingyuan, Song Qingmo, "Yuan'er, Mo'er, can you" Da Lang didn't say the rest of the words, giving the two of them a look of understanding.

The two of them couldn't understand what Da Lang meant, Song Qingmo deliberately said loudly, "Brother Da Lang, what do you want to say?" Be clear, or I won't understand. ”

"Mo'er, can you, can you?" said Da Lang.

"Brother Lang!" Song Qingyuan interrupted Da Lang's words and said lightly, "Brother Da Lang, you can think about it later, don't forget what your surname is." ”

"Our master will let Brother Da Lang know his surname or something!" Song Qingmo looked at Da Lang threateningly.

If Da Lang doesn't say it well, she will report this matter to the old man.

Da Lang suddenly died down, turned his head and muttered, "He Ming, or"

"Wyvin, you!" He Ming was shocked, Song Huaiwen didn't help him, wasn't he dizzy by his sister?

"What are you!" Song Qingmo choked, "Get out of here, you are standing on the land of my Song family." ”

"If you don't leave, I'll do it," Song Qingmo's eyes rolled, "I'll sue you for trespassing on the house." ”

She still heard about this crime in the Song Hao incident, although there is no house here, but the land belongs to their Song family, so it can be regarded as trespassing, right?

Song Qingmo thought uncertainly.

However, this did not prevent her from taking this charge to scare He Ming.

"I was invited by Huaiwen, but I didn't trespass!" He Ming dropped his sleeves, and he had no intention of leaving.

"He's not the head of my Song family" Song Qingmo slapped Da Lang fiercely, "I'll go find my milk"

Song Qingmo was about to leave, but Da Lang hurriedly grabbed Song Qingmo, "Mo'er, don't bother with this matter."

If the Zhou family knew, He Ming would be even more embarrassed, the sweat on Da Lang's forehead kept flowing, and he whispered, "He Ming, why don't you go first"

"Song Huaiwen, will you let me go?" He Ming's eyes widened, full of anger, "Song Huaiwen, this is what you said, don't regret it!" ”

"Humph!" He Ming snorted, raised his feet and left the Song family's territory.

"He Ming, He Ming" Da Lang shouted from behind, wanting to chase after him.

"Song Huaiwen, you stop for me!" Song Qingyuan said sharply.

Da Lang was shocked by the fierceness in Song Qingyuan's tone, and muttered, "Yuan'er"

Song Qingyuan's eyes were full of haze, and he said coldly, "Song Huaiwen, if you want to kneel and lick He Ming, I can't care about it!" But you want to throw my Song family's face on the ground and let him step on it."

"See if I'll let you go!" The dark eyes were full of determination.

Da Lang pursed the corners of his mouth, Song Qingyuan's words, he had no doubt that what Song Qingyuan wanted to do, there was nothing that the Song family couldn't do.

He didn't dare, and he didn't want to offend Song Qingyuan.

With Song Qingyuan's position in the heart of the old man and the old lady, as long as she said a word, He Xiuxiu would definitely not be able to enter the door.

"He Ming, he" Da Lang wanted He Ming to say two good words, but in Song Qingyuan's clear and transparent eyes, he couldn't say anything.

"I'll go back to study" left a sentence, and Da Lang fled.

"Let our grandfather, our grandmother, teach Brother Lang a good lesson." Song Qingmo clenched her fists and said viciously.

After a few light rains, the weather clears, and the dewdrops of moisture, hanging on the wildflowers and weeds on the roadside, shine with a crystal light.

Song Qingyuan grinded the sun-dried flower bones into powder, and ground the sun-dried wormwood powder into powder.

"I don't know if the soap can turn green with this," Song Qingyuan said to himself.

Different flowers and plants make soap, and the final color is also different.

Song Qingyuan did several experiments, and finally got a variety of colors, and she vaguely remembered that wormwood can turn green with oil.

Add the two powders to the boiled lard, stir evenly with the lye, and pour them into two palm-sized molds.

The mold is not large, and can only be made into four pieces of soap, and the corresponding part of each piece of soap is carved with a kind of bamboo.

After pouring the liquid, Song Qingyuan took the thin wooden board at hand and covered it on top.

On the inside of the plank, there are four poems corresponding to bamboo, each corresponding to a piece of soap.

"It must be successful!" Song Qingyuan prayed secretly.

The production of this set of molds is not simple, to carve bamboo below, but also to carve reverse words on it, because after the soap is made, the ideal state, the front is a poem about bamboo, and the back is the corresponding bamboo.

This set of molds, looking for someone to make it, cost Song Qingyuan two taels of silver.

After everything was done, Song Qingyuan carefully brought the mold to his room, just waiting for the soap to solidify and take shape.

"Yuan'er, come with me." Jiro shouted.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"The restaurant is ready, and the barbecue skills of the big cows are also proficient, when will we open?"