The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

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Is he hungry for that meat? He didn't want it at all!

Feeling embarrassed, he touched his nose and explained, "I want to say that you can't eat this wild boar so big. I usually send it to the town restaurant when I hunt. If you want to sell it, I can help introduce it!"

Shen Yijia glanced at Li Shi and nodded. "Alright, let's keep some food for ourselves, and leave the rest to you. You can drive our carriage."

Thinking that I haven't been to the town yet, I just wanted to change my mind and say that she will go together. The sound of a broken porcelain rang suddenly.

Shen Yijia left An Dong and ran into the room without thinking.

Before Shen Yijia could speak, Song Jingchen had already explained: "It's okay, I just bumped into it by accident."

After speaking, he lowered his head in annoyance, how could he have done such a childish act of deliberately dropping the cup just now.

In Shen Yijia's view, Song Jingchen was depressed again because of his inconvenience.

He comforted: "It's okay, just a cup. I'll help you make the wheelchair ready in the next two days."

What I thought in my heart was that a wheelchair would at most make Song Jingchen move more easily, but it wouldn't make him stand up.

Still have to find a way to cure his leg.

It seems that only drinking the spiritual liquid will not work. Wasn't there a saying in the past life that it is taken internally or externally? Is it possible to use the spiritual liquid mixed with water to soak his feet in the future?

Maybe Song Jingchen's legs will be fine with this two-pronged approach!

She is so smart! Give yourself a compliment.

Sweeping away the debris on the ground, Song Jingchen poured a glass of water again.

The family sat down to eat.

Song family old house.

Song Dajiang's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Liu, and her two daughters-in-law had just finished the meal, and the men who went to work in the fields came back.

Bring the food to the main room and set the dishes.

Liu wiped his hands and went into the room to call out his youngest son Song Maolin and daughter Song Jiayue, who were reading books, to eat.

Song Dajiang had three sons and one daughter. The eldest, Song Dalin, married the niece of Liu's family. People in the village called her little Liu. The two have a son, Fubao, who is three years old this year.

The second child, Song Erlin, just got married last year. He married Chen from Shanghe Village next door. Chen was pregnant with a baby.

Down below are Song Maolin and the youngest Song Jiayue.

In the early years, the Song family had a good life because of the salaries given by the old Guo Gong, although they were later driven back.

But the old man also asked them to take away a lot of money, and Mrs. Song knew in her heart Song Dahai's urination.

As soon as he returned to the village, he took the money and built a large brick house.

You can also make a lot of money by renting children every year.

Originally, he was indeed wealthy, but after offering Song Maolin to go to school, he was unable to make ends meet.

Especially after Song Maolin was admitted as a scholar, he sold more than half of his family's fields for gifts.

Song Maolin usually wears clothes made of fine cotton.

Compared with the coarse linen that everyone usually wears at ten cents a foot, fine cotton at thirty-five cents a foot is indeed expensive, and few people in the countryside can afford it.

In addition to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he used, he usually socialized with his classmates. All the money the family earns is not enough to spend on him.

Now the Song family is on the surface.

Today is still because the college is on holiday, so Song Maolin rarely eats meat at home for a while.

Stewed radish with big meat, even the air is filled with a strong meat fragrance.

But it's not too much, one person and two can't be divided.

The family sat down, and Song Dajiang picked up the chopsticks and gave Song Dalin and Song Erlin a piece.

Looking at Fu Bao, who was drooling at the meat, he picked a small piece and put it in his bowl, and then picked another piece for Song Jiayue.

I didn't eat much myself, just took a slice. The rest was given to Song Maolin.