Xiao Jinyu asked Xiao Nuomi dumplings: "Are you going back to Chenwangfu with me, or going back to Song's house?" ”

"I'd better go back to the Song family first, and I'll go to the palace early tomorrow morning to say goodbye to Master." Song Ziran naturally wanted to go home first to appease her little old lady!

Xiao Jinyu was a little regretful, but she still sent the small glutinous rice dumplings to Chongxi Street. It was Song Bamao who opened the door to them - after the scholars checked out, the Song brothers moved to the outer courtyard. Song Bamao and Song Jiumao brothers live in the room next to the gate.

Song Bamao yawned and muttered and complained, "Who, it's so late...... You'd better have something important, otherwise ......"

"Starling!" Xiao Fuya's sweet voice interrupted his words and made him sober up instantly.

Song Bamao's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Sister?" What's wrong? Why did you come back at this time? Didn't your master say that he would keep you in the palace for a few days to make up for the knowledge of pulse science? Why did you come back all of a sudden? ”

Song Ziran saw that he was nervous, and hurriedly said, "Starling, I'm fine!" I went out for a visit today, and I just came back at this time. Thinking that I wasn't at home last night, I'm worried that my milk misses me. It's back! ”

Song Bamao carried a heart before he put it down. He smiled and said, "Sure enough, it was brought up by our grandmother." You don't know, since yesterday's dinner, your milk has been talking about you! If it weren't for the family, the milk would have to carry the burden and go to the palace to accompany you! ”

"Hehe, the milk really hurts me the most! Starling, don't be greedy, it's useless to be greedy! By the way, I have a snack in the carriage, you can take it and share it with your brothers! Song Ziran walked lightly towards the inner courtyard.

Suddenly, she realized that she seemed to have forgotten something, and turned back to Xiao Jinyu and said, "Thank you, little brother Jinyu, for escorting me." I have memorized what you said, and I will bring you spicy beef sauce tomorrow to ensure that you can eat two more steamed buns in one meal! ”

After saying that, the little one waved his hand with his back to him without conscience, and walked away. Xiao Jinyu shook her head and chuckled, turned over on her horse, and went back to the palace.

The two coachmen of the palace, look at me, I look at you—you're all gone, what can we do with the brothers? Besides, there's a cart of gifts, how do you arrange it? Give me an explanation!

Huo Xianyang sighed deeply, commanded the two coachmen, and drove the carriage in through the side door. After the people were set up and the horses were fed, they went to the outer courtyard to rest.

At this time, everyone goes to bed early. After Song Ziran came back, she didn't alarm others, and tiptoed into the blue gauze cupboard - the kang was cold. In desperation, she hugged her little pillow and quilt, climbed onto her milk's kang, took off her coat, and fell asleep comfortably. Falling asleep, she habitually burrowed into her' arms.

Mrs. Wu felt light, she felt something squirming in her arms, a familiar feel, a familiar taste, she didn't need to open her eyes, she knew that her little granddaughter was back. She hugged the little ball tightly and closed her eyes again—and now she slept more peacefully.

The next day, the family found that the mother (milk), who had always gotten up early, had not gotten up yet. Four sons, you look at me, I look at you, and finally choose the fifth brother to go into the house to see.

These days, the fields of Zhuangzi and Liujia Village are busy ploughing the ground. Song Laohan has no other skills, only serving the crops, although he does not need to go to the field himself, he stubbornly stays in Liujia Village and watches, for fear that the two families he bought will not be able to serve him and delay the harvest of the next year. Liujia Village is too far away from Fucheng, and Song Laohan has been resting in the small village that has just been built over there for a few days.

Although Mrs. Wu is not yet fifty years old, she is already considered an advanced age in this era. These days, I have been working hard for the shop, and my sons should be worried.

Although Song Qingmo passed the exam, he was still just a "younger brother" at home, and he couldn't listen to his brothers' orders. You can't win if you fight, you can't talk about it, you can only be oppressed!

He knocked lightly on the door, but he didn't hear the old lady's angry scolding, and he chuckled in his heart - don't really have anything wrong! Every winter in the village, there are old people who die silently on the cold kang......

He slammed the door in, and with a lunge rushed into the inner chamber. But I saw an old and a young, sleeping sweetly together. His heart suddenly relaxed, and then he climbed into a little doubt: When did the little niece come back? At the time of the curfew, I hadn't gone home yet! Could it be that she is really a little fairy, the kind that can appear out of thin air?

Mrs. Wu had already woken up, but she didn't want to wake up her little granddaughter, so she continued to hug her and lie down with her eyes closed. When the knock sounded, she subconsciously frowned, and when she saw the little ball in her arms turning over and continuing to sleep, she pretended not to hear. She also heard Song Qingmo's footsteps coming in, and she didn't bother to pay attention to it. Who knows what this kid is trying to do when he stops by the kang and stands stupidly - what is this trying to do? Scolding?

Mrs. Wu opened her eyes, turned her head, glared at her little son fiercely, and roared silently in her mouth - get out!

Song Qingmo realized that he was disgusting! Also, apart from Xiaofuya, which one of the families has not been disliked by his mother? He hurriedly squeezed out a smile and stepped back humbly.

"How?" "Mother is okay?" "Why is my mother so late today?" The other three brothers of the Song family scrambled to ask.

Song Qingmo put his index finger to his mouth and said in a low voice: "Fuya is back, and she hasn't woken up yet." The mother didn't get up, probably because she was worried about waking her up—okay, what should I do? Don't leave this in the way, be careful of your mother! ”

When Song Ergui heard this, he was relieved and at the same time, he gave the fifth brother a popping chestnut and said, "Little Wu, the guts are fat!" Who is the eyesore? Come, let's two brothers! ”

"Second brother, let's not compete in martial arts, but in literature, how about it?" Song Qingmo is not a noodle melon, whoever wants to pinch it.

Song Ergui opened his eyes and said, "Little Wu, you have a good calculation." Compare what you're good at with what I'm not good at, don't you have a face? ”

"Hehe, no second brother, your abacus is loud, let's be each other!" Song Qingmo really wanted to send back what he said untouched.

"Okay, the second child will go to the Zhuangzi with me, the third child will go to the shop, and the fifth child will be responsible for the transportation of the strings. My mother is old, and she has worked hard for this family, so she finally took a day off. Our sons and daughters are so old, we can't keep the two old people worried! After Song Dafu made arrangements, he went to the stable to morning glory. Only then did I find out that there were two more carriages in the house. A wagon is full of goods!

The two coachmen also got up, worried about the gifts on the car. The host's family didn't see it, and they didn't want to walk around in the yard. Now that the two of them have to rush back, who can tell them where these things are going to be unloaded?

"Who are you?" Song Dafu frowned and looked at the two strangers.