Song Huiyue stood up and opened the door calmly. She listened to Doctor Zu explaining how her mother took care of Qinghui, and she remembered it all in her heart.
The maid brought by Mrs. Xie overturned the railings at both ends of the Taiping Car, then carried Song Qinghui out of the house, preparing to put him on the carriage and take him to Caomen Street.
Song Qinghui was clean and peaceful again. His clothes were neat and his head was wrapped. He knew nothing about the world and fell into his own dream.
Song Huiyue walked behind the servant women, and Yin Xiao followed her closely.
Her embroidered shoes with a thousand-layer sole made a soft sound when she stepped on the stone slabs, and she walked very resolutely.
After accompanying Song Qinghui to the carriage, she leaned against the wall of the carriage, half lying and half sitting, feeling as peaceful as Song Qinghui.
After last night's pain and despair, she hated and hated and cried. She escaped from the pain and became an audience in the world again, breaking free from the cage that blinded her eyes.
She knew that if there weren't so many spectators last night, the dead men raised by the Zhang family wouldn't be able to show up, and she and Yin Xiao might not be able to come out of the Zhang family alive.
She is not a single-handed hero. She cannot destroy the Zhang family with overwhelming force. If she wants to win the game with the Zhang family, she must turn herself into a maggot on the carrion and make the victory of the power grabber her own.
victory.
Compared with this epiphany, the Zhang family's "peace is valued" is nothing.
This kind of epiphany made her calm, because for her, there was no need to be emotional or heart-wrenching pain. This kind of struggle did not contain any complicated things, it was simply about fighting for power and gain, and then taking revenge.
The carriage swayed to Caomen Street. Song Huiyue got off the carriage and saw Tan Ran sweating profusely as he moved things inside. He only moved things but didn't know where to put them. Even the salt shakers were placed there.
Behind the house door.
Mrs. Song saw that everything was piled up and the carriage could not enter the door. She immediately seemed to be cured of her illness and started to take care of herself full of energy.
You can't count on Aunt Lin - she's great at spending money, but she's a mess as a housekeeper.
We can't count on Yuanyuan, a fool. As for Song Huiyue, she is very smart, but Mrs. Song is worried that she will turn the family into a wartime command post, with swords and swords everywhere.
Fortunately, Mrs. Xie also helped, and ordered the healthy servants to work together. She quickly put all the odds and ends that Tan Ran bought into their places, placed Song Qinghui in the east chamber, and finally closed the door to prevent the curious eyes of outsiders.
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Aunt Lin is not only good at spending money, she also has good cooking skills. As soon as she entered the house, she squatted in the kitchen, holding a large wok, a stew pot, and a small medicine stove, and started to light the fire without delay.
We put hot water in a big pot and boiled it to make tea for everyone. The eldest lady's eyes were sunken and she had to drink a bowl of salty tea.
There was ginseng soup simmering in the stew pot. After it was cooked, Song Qinghui could be fed it - luckily he could still swallow the liquid.
As long as she could swallow it, she could make Song Qinghui fat again.
The wife's medicine is boiled on the medicine stove first, and after the wife's medicine is boiled, the uncle's medicine is boiled. The food is ordered from the restaurant first. When everything is arranged, she will show off her skills and make some nourishing food.
The three stoves were humming non-stop, steaming up, and the kitchen became a wonderland.
In this smoke, she was a little worried about the lady who was too calm, fearing that she might be stimulated and might go crazy.
Song Huiyue did not go crazy. She ate a bowl of plum su tea to whet her appetite, and a bowl of pine nut tea to fill her stomach. After that, she went out to look at the newly rented house.
The house is half old and generally in good condition, but there are always many unsatisfactory things in small places. For example, the drainage ditch is not smooth and full of mud. Tan Ran spares no effort to carry a big shovel and remove the old things inside.
Dig the mud out.
She looked at her house again. It was smaller than when she was in Tanzhou, but she still put in a partition so that she wouldn't be exposed to an unobstructed view when she opened the door.
The house was not big, so it only took her a short time to get into every corner of the house and look around the house.
Then she dug out a pile of messy notebooks in the abandoned miscellaneous room.
She opened a book with great interest, moved a low stool, and sat directly in the side room to read it carefully.
Yin Xiao had been following her, and when he saw that she was fascinated, he sat on the porch and saw that the water tank was filled with water, so he couldn't help but step forward and take a picture.
His appearance was reflected in the water tank. He looked at it again and again, thinking to himself whether his appearance now had changed much compared to a few years ago.
It should be big.
He comforted himself and sat back down, sitting one mile away from Song Huiyue until he saw the sunset.
When Mrs. Song was arranging for Tan Ran to order food and drinks, Huang Ting led someone to deliver a table of food.
Huang Ting came to see Song Huiyue in person. He first bowed to Song Huiyue and then said kindly: "Reading at dusk hurts your eyes. Madam, be careful."
Song Huiyue put down the book and said with a smile: "Okay."
Huang Ting added: "Your Majesty has returned from the palace. Because he was punished, he cannot go out. Please let the madam relax. Your Majesty has left the matter of last night to Prime Minister Zhang to deal with. You must put things to rest in peace."
Song Huiyue had already expected it and just nodded: "Is the prince okay?"
"Okay," Huang Ting smiled slightly, "The prince said that he has to take care of the farming. He is not as leisurely as before. You can relax and buy a boatload of bamboo that will be transported to the prince's palace. You can go and relax at any time."
After bidding Huang Ting farewell, Song Huiyue held "Jian Tie Monk" in her hands and read the last page.
I saw that the book said: "The case has been charged, and I will be punished. Kun will be killed with a stick as a warning to all the people. Everyone along the way listened, still chanting the voice of King Gao's appearance. The Dharma protectors all joined their palms in joy and whispered, and it was said that King Kong was born.
Not bad for the body."
Closing the book, she thought to herself that even the bad guys in the book had to be punished before they could leave. If Zhang Xutang was at large, how could he calm people's minds?
"Yinxiao." She called in a low voice.
Yin Xiao came in with his head lowered, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, listening quietly to the instructions.
"You Song gave me the tabloid this morning and told my mother not to wait for me to eat. I have something to do."
"yes."
Yin Xiao went back and forth in a moment, opening the tabloid and handing it to Song Huiyue, lighting the oil lamp he brought, and placing it on the broken paint spring stand in the side room. He stood at the door to block the wind that came in.
Standing closer, he could smell a medicinal smell on Song Huiyue's body. Just smelling it in his nose would make him feel burnt and bitter.
This is the taste of the Song family today day and night.
Song Huiyue used the light to read the list clearly. The names on it were all those who went to Zhang's house to congratulate them last night.
After writing down all the names on it, she pointed at Chen Zhigang among them and said: "This man's words are very unpleasant. He is also the deputy secretary of the Third Department. It's really annoying."
Yin Xiao immediately said: "I'll tear his mouth apart."
Song Huiyue laughed and found that Yin Xiao was still as direct as ever.
"Tearing one's mouth apart looks very indecent. You should be more polite in Kyoto. After all, we are under the jurisdiction of the imperial army. You can't be beaten and killed at every turn."