The two men fought for dozens of strokes before they stopped.
Qi Ying was slightly out of breath.
Qin Qian’s face did not change.
Qi Wu laughed loudly, “Qian’er, your martial arts skills are getting more and more refined.”
Qin Qian was in the academy most of the time, mingling with the scholars, and naturally had less time to practice, but his martial arts skills had not fallen behind.
“It’s because of the good teachings of my aunt and cousin.”
Qi Wu laughed again, “Your aunt hasn’t seen you for some days and misses you, go and see her.”
Qin Qian answered, handed the sword in his hand back to Qi Wu respectfully and turned around to go to the main courtyard.
Mrs. Qi was making clothes, sky blue material, which at first glance was not for Qi Wu.
“Aunt.”
Qin Qian walked into the house.
Mrs. Qi looked up, “Qian’er is back just in time, the dress I made for you has two more stitches to go before it is finished.”
Qin Qian sat down opposite Madam Qi, “I already have a lot of clothes, and I can’t wear them, so don’t bother making them for me in the future, aunt.”
“What’s the trouble with making a dress, I’m idle.”
As she finished sewing the last two stitches, Madame Qi bit off the thread, stood up and shook it, “Try it on, does it fit?”
“It will definitely fit.”
Qin Qian got up and took off his outer robe.
He had taken off his schoolboy uniform when he got on the carriage and was wearing his usual clothes.
“Close to Song Si yet?”
Lady Qi asked with a smile.
At her abrupt question, Qin Qian wasn’t surprised in the slightest, “He’s very defensive, it’s not easy to approach for a while.”
“No harm done ……”
Madam Qi helped him to put his clothes back on and gently patted the unevenness, “There will be a long day ahead, you must not be too hasty.”
……
Seeing Liu Cui Lan and Song Shu selling spicy hotpot, Song Si is no longer surprised, with Song Wan Yue in, the family makes any rare food can not surprise him.
He took a plate, picked his favourite and ate a few skewers, then got on the carriage and went home.
When he arrived at home, he got off the carriage and did not enter the house, but went directly to the workshop.
The workshop had already been built up to a height of one person, and the beams would be ready in another day. When the people who were working saw him, they greeted him, “Song Xieyuan is back.”
The village chief also got up, not daring to be arrogant in front of him, “Song Si is back.”
“Grandfather village chief.”
Song Si addressed him as she always did, “I’m sorry for your trouble at home.”
The village headman was overjoyed, Song Si was still addressing him as the village headman’s grandfather, so he had not forgotten his roots.
He waved his hand, “I’m not doing anything, I just accompany your grandfather here every day for a smoke and a cup of tea.”
“You are the backbone of the community.”
The village chief felt comfortable in his heart.
Elder Song also had a smile on his face, “There’s nothing going on over here, you’ve just returned, go home and rest.”
“Good.”
Song Si gave Song Lin a greeting before turning around to go back.
Grandma Song had asked Song Lin to cut meat early in the morning and return, ready to make ten dishes, six meat and four vegetables, to give her grandson a good tonic.
“Yi’er will stay and eat too.”
Gu Yi was eager to do so, and immediately agreed, and said in a good manner, “Grandma, I’m not picky, I’ll eat anything.”
Song Wangyue glanced at him, “I’ll cook a few dishes.”
“Sure, sure ……”
Gu Yi’s eyes lit up, “I can burn the fire, I’m very skilled at burning fires now, I won’t set my sleeves on fire.”
Grandma Song, ……
Xu, ……
Song Wangyue made a boiled meat slice, a small stew, the fragrance floated out of the Song family courtyard, not to mention the people working, even the village chief could not help but gulp twice.
The village chief looked at the sky, put out his cigarette bag and got up, “It’s almost time, let’s get off work, it’s time to go home and eat.”
If it were the old days, Master Song might have kept him, but today Song Si and Gu Yi were both here, so Master Song couldn’t keep him, so he thought he would leave some food out for the village head to take home in the evening.
“What’s cooking.”
Song Shen couldn’t wait to scamper back home, sniffing and asking.
“Look at you, how can you run the family business with that kind of fussiness?”
Grandma Song hated her guts.
Song Shen had long since been said to have skin in the game, and he laughed as he walked towards the hall, his eyes going straight when he saw the two hard dishes.
After a meal, not to mention the meat, there wasn’t even any soup left.
Song Lin secretly rubbed his stomach, he had eaten six steamed buns and was bursting at the seams, but if Song Shen hadn’t grabbed it quickly and drank all the soup, he would have been able to eat another steamed bun with the spicy soup.
Song Shen pushed the steamed bun in his hand to the bottom of the basin and dipped the last drop of the spicy soup, “Little sister, let’s make these two dishes again tonight, my parents and third uncle haven’t had them yet.”
Grandma Song saw through his small mind at a glance, this was not enough to eat. The family had money, so two meals of meat was nothing, but she was concerned about her granddaughter, “There are still days to go, they’ll get to eat sometime.”
“Since the family business has been handed over to you, put more thought into it, and ah, go back to the house later, I will teach you to do the accounting.”
Song Si said.
Song Shen suddenly felt that the steamed bun dipped in vegetable soup in his hand didn’t smell good anymore.
All afternoon plus all night, Song Shen did not leave the house except to eat and go to the toilet, being held down by Song Si to learn.
It was not until the next morning, when Song Si returned to the academy in the carriage, that Song Shen fell into bed exhausted, not wanting to move.
……
The Song family’s workshop was built quickly, a few days later, and the large pot and cooker was also built, and work began amidst the envious eyes of the village people.
On the first day of work, Song Ming deliberately moved a small bench and sat in the courtyard of his house, watching the direction of the workshop and the white smoke coming out of the chimney ……
Many people in the village were just as curious as he was, but no one dared to take a step closer to the workshop.
The women in the workshop were even more excited, watching Song Wangyue’s movements without blinking, lest they fall one step behind.
Song Wangyue divided them into three groups to make different flavours, extra spicy, spicy and bone broth.
They were all women who had been cooking for many years, so Song Wangyue only taught them once before they remembered and carefully began to work on them.
Song Wangyue watched from the side, pointing out any mistakes at any time, and in just half a day’s work, all the women were able to get to grips with it.
Song Wan Yue told the women that from now on Song Shen would be in charge of the workshop and that they could approach him if they had any problems.
Five large, tightly covered carriages drove into the village, and all eyes were immediately drawn to the carriages as they came to a halt in front of the Song family.
Old Master Song and Song Lin came out of the courtyard.
The four fellows driving behind them hitched the reins to the horses’ backs and came forward in unison to remove the cover from the first carriage and unload the contents from it into the courtyard.
One of the villagers wanted to go forward to help, but was stopped by another villager who said, “Since the Song family hasn’t called out, they must not want us to help, so we shouldn’t go over there and make people angry.”
