Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

With no choice, Song Lihua pulled Lu Xiaoman and walked to Lu Mingyuan's home.

Mrs. Zhou cooked sour plum soup at home, given by shopkeeper Xu of Guangji Hall, and asked the two of them to come back early.

"Sister-in-law, you came back just in time today." Lu Xiaoman stroked his heart as if afraid, and said: "Grandma Song has been saying some things, if you don't come back, I will not be able to control myself. He rushed up and beat her."

Song Lihua found it a bit funny, so she took Lu Xiaoman's arm and walked forward: "Aren't you afraid that she will blackmail you after you beat her up? Then she will be relying on you, and you will be responsible for all the food and clothing expenses."

"Ah..." Lu Xiaoman felt bitter in his heart when he thought of this possibility, and quickly explained: "I said nonsense, so I won't beat you up anymore."

What if Mrs. Song blackmailed her? Don't ever think about it in this life.

Song Lihua thought Lu Mingyuan would be eating at this time, but she didn't expect that she couldn't smell a trace of firewood in his house, and everything was deserted.

"Uncle Mingyuan, are you at home?" Lu Xiaoman knocked on the dilapidated wooden door of Lu Mingyuan's house and asked loudly.

Soon Lu Mingyuan's voice and several suppressed coughs came from the room.

"Here, is it Xiaoman?" Lu Mingyuan asked as he walked out of the room.

Lu Xiaoman responded: "Uncle Mingyuan, my brother has sent a letter again, and I want your help to read it!"

The fence of Lu Mingyuan's house is very old, and you can clearly see what is happening in the yard from outside.

Lu Mingyuan came to open the door, told them to watch their steps, and then led them to another room.

The ground at Lu Mingyuan's house is still full of potholes. Although there is no water accumulation, there is still the possibility of spraining one's feet and falling if one is not careful.

"Cough cough cough..."

Another violent coughing sound came from the room where Lu Mingyuan came out, which sounded extremely painful.

"Uncle Mingyuan, is Xiaoqi not feeling well again?" Lu Xiaoman asked in a low voice.

Lu Mingyuan entered the room first, lit the candle before sighing, his eyes drifting to the opposite room, and said: "It's my fault, as a father, that I didn't take good care of his body and bones since he was a child. Then... look at me, in What are you complaining about in front of you juniors? It's so rude and disrespectful."

Song Lihua didn't speak, she just looked at the small room carefully with the faint candlelight.

The furniture in the room is very simple, just a table and a few stools. There are many books and some pens and ink on the table, which looks a bit messy.

Lu Mingyuan asked them to sit down, took the letter, and began to talk.

"Written on the envelope are the words 'My wife personally expresses'. What is written inside is - I am fine now and have settled down at the border. How is my family? I look forward to a reply. There is also a reply address on the back of the letter. .”

After a pause, Lu Mingyuan's voice trembled, and he was a little embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to say: "Well... I can write a reply for you, and the fee is very low, so you can be honest!"

This means actively soliciting business.

Song Lihua was a little surprised. When she raised her head, she realized that Lu Mingyuan's eyes were red and his face was not pretty. It was not because he was crying, but because he had stayed up all night.

Coupled with the messy books on the table, she guessed that Lu Mingyuan's son was sick, and he was a weak scholar who didn't know much. He could only help others copy books until midnight every day, which made his eyes red.