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The few people gradually disappeared into the distance, and Chang An took out the heavy small stones in his arms.

"A-Aunt! Good-looking!"

She handed the golden stone to her aunt.

Wu was startled and quickly took the stone and looked at it carefully.

She had never seen gold, but she knew that gold was golden, and she couldn't help but her heart beat wildly.

"Where did you pick it up?" Wu asked quietly.

Chang An pointed at the stone: "That, over there!"

Wu ran over in a few steps, looked at the direction where Xiao Zhao and others disappeared, and then knelt down and scratched with a sickle.

There was nothing but scattered pebbles.

Wu carefully put the golden stone into her arms and whispered to Chang'an: "Don't tell anyone that you picked up the stone, okay?"

Changan nodded: "No, I won't tell!"

Wu's heart was pounding, so she stopped digging for wild onions and stood on tiptoe to look towards the wild jujube forest.

After finally looking forward to her husband's return, she suppressed her excitement and asked, "Have you found the wild jujube?"

Song Sanshun took out a handful from his arms and said, "These are the only ones I found, and they have all been picked."

Usually the jujubes are picked before they are ripe. Even if some are left out, they will either rot or be eaten by birds.

He was lucky today and found about ten good ones, just in time for Chang An to sweeten his lips.

"Here, have a taste." Sanshun stuffed one into his wife's mouth, and put the rest into Chang'an's pocket.

Chang'an picked up one, imitated his third uncle's example, stuffed one to his aunt, then another to his uncle, and then put one in his mouth.

A little sour, but also a little sweet.

Changan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay, delicious!"

Sanshun touched her niece's head, put the basket on her back, picked her up and walked back.

Mrs. Wu also carried a basket on her back and followed her husband.

Chang'an lay on his uncle's shoulder, meowing, calling Huahua to come quickly.

Huahua jumped out of the grass, holding the half-eaten bird in her mouth.

The two of them, a baby and a cat, slowly walked back to the village.

"Sanshun, what did you do?" a villager asked curiously.

Sanshun replied: "Soapwood."

The villager pulled the basket on his back and said, "What are you going to do with so much? You don't want to make oil soap, do you?"

Sanshun defaults.

He really wanted to make some oil soap, but had no money to buy lard.

Some of the one tael of silver that was divided into two families had been spent on grain seeds, and the remaining penny could not be touched.

"Oh, it's not cost-effective to make oil soap. We can't sell it at a high price here. We have to go to the temple fair twenty miles away." A villager shook his head: "If you can't make it well, you can make lard soap." All the money has been lost.”

Sanshun had an honest look on his face: "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll use it at home."

Pushing open the courtyard door made of firewood, the couple walked in.

The door to the main house is only closed with the nose, not locked.

Of course, it was also because the family had no money to buy a lock and had nothing to steal, so they had no choice but to lock it up like this.

After leaving Chang'an, the two put the baskets into the house and went to find some bamboo pieces to peel the fruits.

After a winter of drying, the soapberry has dried completely and the pulp is easy to peel.

Seeing that no one was following, Mrs. Wu took her husband to the back room.

He took out the bright yellow stone from his arms and asked in a low voice: "Do you think this is gold?"

Sanshun was stunned for a moment, then took the stone and placed it in the light of the window to look at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became: "Where did it come from?"

"I picked it up in Chang'an." Wu suppressed the joy in her heart and urged: "Hurry and see if it is gold!"

Sanshun put the stone in his mouth and bit it slowly, looked at it again, and nodded: "Like gold."

The color of the brass is a little red, but the stone is almost bright yellow, and it is undoubtedly gold.

Weighing the weight, it weighed several taels.

Sanshun was a little at a loss.

If it were really gold, how would he spend it?

Mrs. Wu noticed something was wrong with her husband and snatched the stone with her hands: "Since it is gold, let's put it away quickly."

She warned: "Don't tell those people in your family! Otherwise, I will never end it with you."

"I'm not stupid, why should I tell others." Sanshun glanced at his wife dissatisfied, "We can't reveal this, it would be bad if outsiders find out."

Wu smiled and nodded: "I know."

She found a piece of linen cloth, wrapped the small stones in layers, found a pottery bowl, put it in, and buried it in the corner.

Then a broken wooden box was moved and placed in the corner.

A smile appeared on Mrs. Wu's face, and she said softly: "We will take it out when Chang'an grows up, just in time to buy some dowry for her."

Sanshun glanced at his wife, feeling a little sad.

At this moment, the smile on my wife's face is so relaxed and free, and there is no sadness at all, all because of this stone.

If this thing were not gold, wouldn't her joy be in vain?

"Xiuying, let's go to Taiping Township to visit your parents in a few days." Sanshun sat down and started peeling off the soapberries.

Wu was surprised: "Really? When will we go?"

During the Chinese New Year this year, she only stayed at her parents' house for one day before returning. Because she had no money, she did not bring any medicine for her brother.

Two months have passed. I wonder how my brother is doing?

"We will go back after we finish selling these wood soapberries."

Sanshun pinched the round and shiny black beads and looked at them: "Don't you want to make a bead string? I'll borrow a drill from Carpenter Zhang and drill it later."

"good."

While the two were talking, they saw Chang An running in quickly, crying and complaining: "Bad, bad cousin beat me again!"

Wu stood up and walked out of the house quickly.

Sure enough, he saw Song Chengye at the door of his yard, holding a bamboo stick in his hand and chasing Huahua.

Huahua screamed and fled east and west, but was blocked by the big black dog and Song Xiyue.

"What are you doing?" Wu yelled loudly.

She had raised the cat single-handedly, and now that they were separated, the two little cubs still refused to stop and even drove the cat to her own house to beat it.

Song Chengye followed the example of adults and did not take his third aunt seriously. He snorted coldly: "The cat came to my house again to steal, I will kill it today!"

"What did you steal from your house?" Wu walked over and wanted to rescue the cat.

As a result, the bamboo stick in Song Chengye's hand was swiped at Wu, and he cursed: "Just stole it! He is a thief just like you!"

Chang'an was furious when he saw that Song Chengye dared to slap his aunt. He rushed over like a small cannonball and pushed him hard.

Song Chengye was caught off guard and was pushed far away by Chang An, knocking down the fence and wall.

After being stunned for a moment, Song Chengye burst into tears.

Chang'an You was not relieved and chased after him again, hitting him hard in the face with his small fist.

Song Chengye cried harder and shouted for his sister to help him.

Song Xiyue immediately ran over to help, and ended up fighting with Chang An.

Wu originally wanted to pull the two children apart, but when she saw that Chang'an was not losing, she stopped.

Song Xiyue, who was over four years old, was entangled with Chang An, who was over three years old, and was eventually pinned down.

Chang'an heard the little cousin's voice again: [Damn it! Why is she so strong? Ahhhhh! Why can't I beat her? 】