Mrs. Yang's back was indeed stooped, but she felt like a gust of wind when she walked. It didn't take a while to reach the Song family.
She didn't say much after entering, and went to the kitchen by familiar routes.
Now the kitchen in the Song family is almost the same as hers. Although Song Er knew how to cook in the past, it was just a makeshift meal and could not compare with Mrs. Yang's.
Mrs. Yang washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and washed rice. After a while, the heat and the fragrance of rice came out of the kitchen.
Song Er was happy in his heart. The old man had eaten eggs and fine rice these days, and his body bones had become much better, and his face had become much rounder.
The main thing is that Mrs. Yang is good at cooking and can steam the rice until it is soft and fragrant. When she was in the village, she would cook three meals a day. Sometimes the grandpa would teach the children to read or do something, and if they missed the meal time, he would leave.
Please tell me if you are right, the old lady didn't answer. Old lady Yang didn't say anything, just moved the spoon and sat at the door.
The old man had been stared at for a long time, so he had no choice but to drop what he was doing and go to the house to eat.
Song Er had long felt that someone had to take care of the old man's temper.
It was really the right time to come to Taozhou this time, it would be better than hiring any number of doctors.
It's a pity that Mrs. Yang is very busy these days, so she doesn't come often.
Mrs. Yang had the meal ready in no time, and also warmed up the glutinous rice cakes she bought from the city. Today she asked Mr. Song that she had to get some good things.
After the food was put on the table, Mrs. Yang got up and went to the kitchen door to do some sewing.
As soon as Mr. Song saw an extra plate of glutinous rice cakes on the table, he knew that Mrs. Yang must have something to tell him.
I had an idea in my mind and my appetite was working up. I ate a big bowl of rice and a glutinous rice cake in one go.
Song Er took down the bowl and chopsticks, and then Mrs. Yang walked into the room.
"Sir," Mrs. Yang stepped forward and said, "I have something to do today, and I have to trouble you."
Old Mrs. Song felt even more comfortable. What about, even if he opened a shop in the village, he would not be able to find him if something happened?
Old Mrs. Song stroked his beard and straightened his shoulders.
Mrs. Yang said: "We are going to make a sign for our shop. Please help me write a few words."
Mr. Song looked at Old Mrs. Yang: "Your... children have not all read books, so you can just let them write."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "My boss has written it many times, but I don't think it looks good. If you actually do it, how can you make people laugh? After thinking about it for a long time, I have to find my husband."
In fact, the root of this matter was still with Mr. Song. Zhao Xueli had already written it, and she thought it was okay. She picked it up and read it, but Mr. Song happened to come home.
When Mr. Song passed by, he glanced at her hand and frowned.
With this frown, Mrs. Yang immediately felt bad.
So this knot was tied by Mr. Song and had to be untied by Mr. Song.
Mr. Song didn't answer for a long time. Mrs. Yang knew that Mr. Song had taken it again, but who knew he had the ability? Tomorrow she would be able to show off her prestige if she had the ability.
Mrs. Yang stood aside and waited quietly.
After a long while, Mr. Song finally cleared his throat and said, "Then I'll give it a try! If it doesn't work, you can find someone else."
Mrs. Yang hurriedly said: "There is no need to find someone else. Once the master has written it, I will ask the fourth child to do it immediately."
As he said this, Mrs. Yang and Song Er helped lay the paper for Mr. Song.
The table and chairs used by Mr. Song are the best in the entire Fengxia Village. All the good wood Zhao Xueyi found is here. Although it looks simple, it is very comfortable to use.
Mr. Song walked over with square steps, picked up his pen, and wrote a few big characters: Yang's Cheese
Looking at those four words, Mrs. Yang felt at ease now.
It's a pity that Mr. Song couldn't eat cheese, so he would feel uncomfortable every time he finished eating. Otherwise, Mrs. Yang would have to bring some cheese as a thank you gift.
Mrs. Yang said: "Sister Luo got some good wheat flour. I'll make some noodles for Mr. tomorrow morning."
Mr. Song did not refuse.
Mrs. Yang waited until the ink dried before taking the words and leaving.
Song Er looked at Mr. Song who was sitting at the table. At this time, Mr. Song's face was filled with the words "It's a bargain." Is it really a bargain? He remembered that someone came to ask for help and took twenty taels of silver.
He also wanted to write a signboard, but Mr. Song refused to agree.
How much are a few glutinous rice cakes and a bowl of noodles worth?
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That's how Old Mrs. Yang's cheese shop opened. The busy people in the cheese shop were either old ladies about the same age as Mrs. Yang, or little girls of twelve or thirteen years old.
The people in the village felt strange when they saw it.
Mrs. Bai also made a special trip to see it, and first took a closer look at the sign at the entrance of the shop.
The words "Yang's Cheese" are written neatly and accurately, with a bit of elegance. This is not something ordinary scholars can write.
"Mama Bai is here."
Zhao Luoyang's voice sounded behind her. Mrs. Bai turned her head to look and saw Zhao Luoyang and Bai Yuying walking over hand in hand.
"Are you looking at the signboard too?" Zhao Luoyang said with a smile, "This is written by my husband."
Zhao Luoyang mentioned Mr. Song several times, but Mrs. Bai didn't respond. When she saw these words this time, she couldn't help but said: "I don't understand, but I also think these words are written very well."
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Mr. is extraordinary. He has taught many students. His eldest son is my senior brother, and he is the number one scholar in our Daqi."
Mrs. Bai was a little surprised when she heard this: "The number one scholar? He should have a good future. Why did you let your husband come to Taozhou?"
Zhao Luoyang's smile faded, he sighed softly, and lowered his voice and said: "Senior brother was framed and almost got charged. Fortunately, he was protected by the imperial censor, so he was demoted to serve in the capital."
"Sir, I came to Taozhou to find a quiet place to spend the rest of my life."
It just sounds nice to say that he will live a long life, and Granny Bai heard the real meaning. Mr. Song was probably complaining about his son and was completely disappointed with the court, so he wanted to come to a place like Taozhou and end his life.
Mrs. Bai knows very well what the imperial court is like. This dynasty has always entrusted the number one scholar with important responsibilities, and the person who can frame the number one scholar must be extraordinary.
It's either the Feng family or the Tai Tu, and most likely it has something to do with them.
Maybe she can also meet Mr. Song if she has a chance.
Shi Jiu said: "Are you saying this to pave the way for the future? Start with Mr. Song, mention the general trial of Min County, and then reveal the truth about Sun Ji's arrest, leading to Nie Shuang, Wu Weijun and the little mute."
Zhao Luoyang said: "At least mention Nie Shuang and Wu Weijun. Whether or not to reveal the truth about the little mute to the princess depends on what the little mute plans to do."
Shi Jiu's voice became very soft: "You have thought so carefully about him, how can he repay you in the future?"
For some reason, Zhao Luoyang's cheeks heated up: "What's the point of repaying this? We haven't always been like this. Besides, this is also good for us."
"No," Shi Jiu said resolutely, "If the little mute dares to treat you badly and live up to your thoughts, I will go find him to settle the score."
There will be an update at 0 o'clock tonight, but it's too late. You can watch it early tomorrow morning.