Chapter 130

At night, the wind blows.

Song Xintong leads the twins who have just finished their schoolwork to soak their feet. They are all soaking in a big wooden basin and playing happily.

"Shall I boil your pears?" Asked song Xintong.

"Delicious, especially sweet." Dabao crisp said, "a good big, I have some to eat."

"I helped my brother eat it." Xiaobao was embarrassed to smile, and then stepped on Song Xintong's feet, "sister, I also found a big pear on my master's desk today, which is similar to our family."

Song Xintong stroked his hair. "Did the master eat it?"

"Eat it." Dabao doesn't know.

Song Xintong asked, "is your master still coughing?"

"One more thing, it's not as good as before." Xiaobao said.

Song Xintong nodded, inexplicably felt relieved at the bottom of his heart. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to think much. "Tomorrow I'll let Aunt Wang's two sons go to school with you. You should take care of them, OK?"

"They're going to study with us, too?" Dabao opened his eyes wide. "Are they in class A or class B? If we are not in class A, how can we take care of them? "

Song Xintong pinched Dabao's small nose, "it's not to let you take care of them, or to lead them a little, don't let them go the wrong way."

"Oh." Dabao nodded. "I'll take good care of them and make sure they don't go the wrong way."

Xiaobao also echoed, "there are little fat people in class B. what if they go to be beaten? My brother and I can't beat them. "

"Who let you fight?" Song Xintong said: "Yang Gao, they have been to school before. Maybe they know more words than you do, and they write better than you."

"Ah?" Xiaobao was puzzled and asked, "Why are they sold to our house when they are so good at reading?"

Dabao stretched out his hand. "I know that they were sold to our house because they offended their former owners, right, sister?"

Song Xintong nodded: "yes, they said so with elder sister."

"Why so bad?" Xiao Bao asked cynically.

Song Xintong smiles, "what's wrong?"

"Isn't it bad to sell people?" Xiaobao said.

Song Xintong nodded, "there is a kind of people who specially catch children to sell are bad people, and there is a kind of people who can't live and are sold by their families or sell themselves."

Xiao Bao held his chin in both hands and sighed, "before, they also wanted to sell me and my brother. Was it because our family was too poor? Can't live any longer? "

"Er..." Song Xintong didn't know how to say it. He didn't say much about twins. He said it was simple and laborious. "They don't have the right to sell you. You and I are the same family. They sell you as abductors. They want to go to jail."

Xiaobao seems to understand the wrong, oh, "that elder sister can sell us?"

"Ah Jie is not willing to sell you. Ah Jie managed to raise you fat and sell you to others as his younger brother. It's too bad." Song Xintong deliberately teased them, holding Xiaobao's meat in both hands and rubbing Dudu's cheek, "ouch, the meat is whistling. Did you steal the meat at night to grow up like this?"

Xiaobao chuckled, "I didn't steal it. My brother knows."

Dabao covered his mouth and snickered, not helping him explain.

"Well, wipe your feet and go to bed." Song Xintong took the handkerchief to wipe the teaching, then put on the cloth shoes with cotton, got up and took the two boys to the bed, and covered them with the soft and warm quilt, "can I drink goat's milk at night?"

Last night, the ewe brought back two lambs with enough milk, so song Xintong squeezed out two bowls of them to cook them.

"Yes," the twins said in unison

"Really? Yesterday there was a man who made a fuss about giving him a drink, so he ran away from home? "

Xiaobao embarrassed to cover his face, "sister, you smell, there is milk smell."

"Then I smell it," Song Xintong sniffed. "If there is, I have drunk it this evening."

Xiaobao showed a helpless expression, "I didn't cheat you."

"You didn't lie to me." Song Xintong kisses them on the forehead. "OK, go to bed. Good night."

"Good night, sister." Said the twins.

Song Xintong blew out the oil lamp, then closed the door, and then went out of the yard, through the ventilated corridor, and back to his yard.

After taking off his clothes, he climbed into bed, covered himself with a soft quilt, and soon fell asleep.

It's a long night. Dreams are boring.

When song Xintong opened his eyes again, the window was already bright. He rubbed his bleary eyes. He really didn't want to get up and leave the warm bed.

Last night, I had a dream in the middle of the night. I had a dream in my dream

Well, it's really hard to say.

She dreamed of Lu Xiucai. Although nothing happened in her dream, just some simple ordinary pictures, song Xintong still felt uneasy. How could she dream of Lu Xiucai?

It's a sin for her soul in her twenties to dream of an 18-year-old fresh meat.

Song Xintong recited amitabha in silence. Then she closed her eyes and yawned. She wanted to sleep for a while.

After burning incense, the voice of Daya came from outside the door: "girl, are you awake?"

Song Xintong opened his eyes and said lazily, "wake up."

"Girl, the man who sent mutton to me yesterday came here again. He also brought a middle-aged shopkeeper and said that he had something to discuss with the girl." Big Ya said.

"Oh, let them wait for a moment. I'll clean up and go." Song Xintong turned over and got up, grabbed the hair spread over his shoulders, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

It's still warm in the room. Aunt Wang should have come in to add firewood to them in the middle of the night.

After washing, song Xintong went to the front hall and saluted the shopkeeper song, "shopkeeper song, how did you come here today?"

The shopkeeper song replied, "come here in a hurry and harass Miss Song. Please forgive me."

Song Xintong sat on the opposite chair: "it's an honor for our family that manager song can come."

Shopkeeper song laughed. "To tell you the truth, Miss Song ate the sausage and bacon that Zhu san'er brought back yesterday and thought it tasted very good."

"Just like the shopkeeper."

"To tell you the truth, our restaurant will also make some bacon, but the taste is different from what the girl provides, and it's not as delicious as what the girl makes." Shopkeeper song paused, "girl, can you sell me the prescription? I'd like to offer a thousand Liang for the girl's prescription. "

Song Xintong nodded, "yes."

She is rather lazy. She doesn't have the idea to make the food by herself. Besides, she can make the ingredients as long as an experienced chef thinks about them carefully. So she doesn't take Joe, so she just takes the money to make it convenient.

"Miss Song is cheerful." Song shopkeeper immediately took out the silver ticket, "also asked the song girl to have a look."

Song Xintong took the bank note and looked at it. Then she gave the shopkeeper song a brief account of her practice. The seasonings were all ordinary, with a little dogwood sauce, without the secret weapon of pepper.

"Thank you, Miss Song."