Song Xingchen took out the small book he had brought out from Shen Yi before, and began to teach Song March to read and write like a little adult.

The two children were playing and making trouble for a while, and it was dark after a while, Song Yang and Song Lu came back with several baskets, and Song Sanshan also brought back good news from the patriarch.

"Dad, what did the patriarch say?" Song Xingchen couldn't wait to quickly and completely cut off the relationship with this old mansion, so he hurriedly jumped out of bed and asked.

Song Sanshan looked at the little girl who was not yet high in his legs, and his heart was distressed, he squatted down and lifted her high, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the patriarch agreed, and in the future, our daughters will no longer have to be afraid of those girls who are not beaten!"

"Yay! That's great! Song Xingchen shouted excitedly in the air, and the immature children's voice passed happiness to everyone in the family.

I can finally lift my waist, and I don't have to be afraid of those old guys who eat people and don't spit out bones in the future.

Song Yang took Song Xingchen and said with a smile: "Come, Xingxing, look at these herbs picked by my brother, can you Brother Shen be in love?!"

"Yes, yes, my old girl is amazing now, hurry up and show my mother!" Song Lu's rare smile, she has seen the changes in the child and Song Sanshan in the past few days, and she firmly believes that the days can get better and better.

"I want to see it too, mother, my little sister taught me to read and write today." Song March happily told Song Lu what their sisters were doing at home today.

"Really?! Oh, my daughter is really smart, my mother made more corn paste today and praised you. ”

Song Lu's happy appearance made Song Sanshan also frown, and wiped his hands on his clothes, "I'll help your mother cook." ”

As he spoke, the two of them took a small bundle of firewood and squatted in front of the simple stove in the yard to prepare dinner.

Song Xingchen took Song March and Song Yue to identify herbs.

"Daddy and I are back." As soon as Song Mutou shouted, the big guys all looked up.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Song Xingchen hurriedly flashed into the space and took a small pile of undried herbs and threw them into the basket.

"Yikes! Third sister and second sister, you see, these are the several medicinal materials with relatively high prices that Brother Shen said. ”

Song Xingchen was so excited that he seemed to have found a treasure, and everyone came over to look at it, "Xingxing, can you remember what so many medicinal materials look like when you are so young?" ”

Song Yue couldn't believe it.

The other brothers and sisters also looked at her suspiciously, yes, it's so small, it's very powerful to remember a few, there are so many in this basket, how can she remember them?

Song Xingchen pursed his lips unhappily, pretended to be angry, crossed his hands, and said: "If you don't believe that I pulled it, then you can eat corn paste every day, and I will go to Brother Shen to learn to see a doctor and eat millet there!"

Looking at her small and big-tempered appearance, Song Yue also felt funny, and several people laughed and went over to coax her, "According to you, is it successful?" What you say is what you are, who made you our little god of wealth! ”

Saying that, he also scratched her nose, Song Xingchen gave full play to the child's coaxing character, hugged Song Yue happily in a second, and said in a soft and glutinous voice: "After two days, my head will not hurt, so I will go with the second sister and the third sister to dig wild vegetables and medicinal herbs, so that our family can eat millet."

Looking at Song Xingchen's serious appearance, the brothers and sisters didn't feel good in their hearts, other people's six-year-old children were still playing around with their bare butts, why couldn't their sister live so easily.

Looking at the dilapidated old courtyard and the windy walls on all sides, Song Xingchen silently lamented in his heart, if he wants to make a fortune, he really has a long way to go.

Song Yue hugged her tightly, her voice was a little choked, "Don't worry, the second sister will grow up soon, and she will be able to do more work, and we will definitely live better and better, better than a few dead cubs over there in the old mansion!" ”

"Yes, yes." Song Mutou and Song March said in unison that they had a goal in their hearts at a young age.

After a while, Song Lushi came over with a corn paste mixed with millet and bacon, "My old girl's illness is not well yet, my mother put a few more grains of meat for you, eat quickly, don't ask your brother to rob it!" ”

Song Mutou pretended to come over to eat, Song Xingchen's nose was sore, and tears were about to flow out, so frightened that Song Mutou hurriedly coaxed her not to cry.

But Song Xingchen couldn't stop it, she still cried, she wasn't afraid that Song Mu would rob her of her mushy food, but that this cheap lady and these cheap brothers and sisters were too good to her.

"Oh, the old girl doesn't cry, I'll go down and beat your brother in a while, and I'll feed you first." Song Lushi picked her up and put her on his lap, scooped a little paste, and blew and blew for fear of burning her tender little mouth.

"The big bad wolf eats it in one bite!" Song Mutou teased her on the side.

After eating a few bites, Song Xingchen really couldn't swallow it, how can this kind of thing be eaten by people, in her time, only the most ordinary dogs in the countryside ate this.

"I'm full, mother, I won't eat, I'll give it to the third sister." She pushed open the bowl and had to give it to Song Yueyue to eat, looking at her thin appearance, she had just been beaten, and she couldn't bear it.

After several excuses, Song Lu took the remaining half of the bowl of paste to Song March and Song Yue.

Finally got through dinner, the family squeezed into the five-square-wide earthen kang to sleep, Song Xingchen covered the quilt with his back to Song Lu's, maybe everyone was too tired, and there was a slight snoring in a few minutes.

Song Xingchen flashed into the space, began to work according to the time calculated before, sowed a batch of seeds and harvested a few batches of vegetables, and ate some herbs and hungry things when the food was ripe, except here, there was really no rice to eat anywhere else.

When I was about to fall asleep, I was suddenly woken up by a chicken.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already dark.

Song Xingchen hurriedly seized the time to sleep for a while, every time he came out of the space, he was particularly mentally exhausted and lacked energy.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no one at home, and her physical strength and spirit had recovered a lot, so she hurriedly flashed into the space and moved some herbs out.

But every time she finds a way to go into the space to eat secretly, a few brothers and sisters who treat her like her own are still eating those disgusting people's corn paste, and she can't take things out of the space directly, and her father and mother will definitely wonder where they came from.

You've got to figure out a way.

Song Xingchen was pondering, when she heard intermittent crying from the yard, she heard the familiar sound and hurriedly got out of bed to look.

Seeing that Song Yueyue was crying with her sleeve pursed her nose, she hurriedly asked, "Third sister, what's wrong with you?" Why are you crying? ”

As soon as Song March looked up and saw Song Xingchen, the tears of grievance couldn't stop flowing, Song Xingchen pouted, the biggest feature of women in this place is that they can cry, especially crying, crying at every turn.