Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Xingping stared at the ducklings in his hand without saying a word, some were covered in yellow, and some had gray miscellaneous hairs on their backs.

Song Xingping's old face unconsciously twitched, and under Song Jingwen's expectant eyes, he caught two ducklings and boasted against his will, "It's so beautiful, it looks like it can lay eggs, you can raise them if you want."

Song Shihai glanced at him with distaste and joy, and complained, "Father, just let him go, there are at least twenty ducks, and how much food they have to eat."

Song Xingping was not worried about this, as he could feed the ducks by catching some fish, shrimp and snails.Song Jingwen was not good at picking ducks. He pinched the other ducks with experience, and asked, "There are several sick ones in here, and I'm afraid they won't survive. How much did you pay for this duck?"

Song Jingwen stretched out five fingers, touched his head embarrassingly, and said with a embarrassed smile, "Five Wen per piece, originally it was six Wen per piece, I bought more and it was cheaper."

"Forget it, forget it, go back and raise it for grandma." Song Jingwen naturally didn't know the older generation's understanding of these poultry, so he said indifferently, "If you can't keep them alive, you can't keep them alive. Next time, buy better seedlings."

Song Xingping rubbed those frail ducklings in his hands with some pity, and put them back into the basket.

Song Shihai held the duckling in his arms, while Song Xingping and Song Jingwen walked behind.

The grandfather and grandson were whispering, and Song Xingping tugged at Song Jingwen's sleeve curiously, "You bought so many ducks, are you going to raise them to eat?"

Song Jingwen nodded, "Of course it's for eating. Duck meat and duck eggs are good things."

Song Xingping waved his hands, frowned and said, "Duck eggs are not as good as eggs."

Song Jingwen chuckled and didn't answer, anyway, he bought everything, so let's take care of it first.

Song Jingwen stopped the two uncles, turned around and took the three of them to the vegetable market, "Let's buy some pork and go back."

Song Xingping didn't know that he had just received 50 taels of silver, and his eldest grandson wanted to eat meat, so he subconsciously touched the money in his arms, the amount was quite considerable.

Then he said generously, "Buy, buy two catties of pork. Eat a good meal today, and go to get rid of bad luck."

People who buy vegetables in restaurants are all assigned to special personnel, but Song Xingping is a chef after all, and he knows a little bit which restaurant's meat is better.

Song Xingping turned his feet and went straight to Niusan's butcher's shop. He picked out two pieces of pork belly carefully. There was not much lean meat, but it was full of fat.

The fat is fried in a pan to produce oil, and it tastes delicious.

"Please weigh these two pieces of meat." Song Xingping was about to take out the money from his pocket when Song Jingwen pressed it down.

Song Jingwen glanced down, and turned over a few meaty bones with his greasy hands. A few pieces of meat were scattered on it, which was at best an extra.

"How do you sell this bone?" Song Jingwen picked up all the bones on the table with great interest, and smacked his lips thinking of the sweet bone marrow.

Niu San was tall and thick, the muscles in his arms were stretched as hard as stone, and his men kept swinging machetes.

He spoke politely, and he smiled, "Eight copper coins a catty, that one is worthless, and there are only some meat scum on it, you might as well buy meat to get a better deal."

This is true, a catty of meat costs twenty renminbi, but the bones of the meat are much heavier than the meat.

Song Jingwen rubbed his hands excitedly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what about these people going into the water?"

Niu San felt that this person was really strange, and kept asking about things that others would not eat, "Twelve cents a catty."

Song Jingwen leaned over to Song Xingping for advice, "Grandpa, help me pick some offal, I want to eat."

Song Xingping couldn't be wrong, this trip not only bought pork, but also bought bones with no meat and smelly pig offal.

The smoke from the cooking in Shipo Village was rising. Today, Zhao Lanhua is cooking in the Song family.Ever since the family's chili business started, Mrs. Song stopped staring at her daughter-in-law's cooking.

With this skill, she might as well grind a few more cans of chili powder.

The work of copying chili sauce is done by Mrs. Song herself, and the two daughter-in-laws only need to clean the ingredients.

Mrs. Song was too busy alone, so she could only ask her two daughter-in-laws to help.The left and right daughters-in-law are all members of the Song family, so they won't have any extraneous intentions.But the heart of defense is indispensable, Mrs. Song still kept a hand, and the last crucial step was in her own hands.

"Grandmother!" Song Jingwen yelled before entering the courtyard, causing Lin Tian's neighbor to crane his neck to look at his house again.

Granny Song wiped her hands casually on her clothes, and rushed out to greet her, only to see Song Jingwen holding a bunch of ducklings in her arms.

The cheeks that have been ruthlessly passed by the years are full of wrinkles and piles. Mrs. Song happily took small steps, "Oh, this is a little duck."

Song Shishan lifted the rag on the wooden frame, and the old lady Song cried out in surprise, looked around quickly, and muttered, "Go in quickly so that no one can see it, you're going to die, you bought so many at once. Meat and vegetables, no money."

Song Xingping coughed, and held Mrs. Song's wrinkled hand to her chest, her snarling appearance was almost the same as Song Jingwen's.

Mrs. Song covered her mouth, her eyes shone with surprise.

Song Shihai vividly told the story of what happened to the Yamen, which made everyone shudder.Fortunately, the board didn't fall on Song Xingping's body, otherwise this old life might not be saved.

Mrs. Song didn't care about the money anymore, she walked around Song Jingwen and Song Xingping several times, touching them, and she felt relieved when she saw that there was no serious problem.Immediately cursing, "This old bastard Zhao Wanbo is fucking blind, and his tongue was cut by the scissors of Lord Hades before he stole things. He deserves to be beaten to death, this bastard grandson."

The food in the evening was full of oil and water, and the family had a good time eating.

After the meal, Song Xingping sat in the room and smoked a pipe comfortably. From now on, he was no longer a chef, and he didn't need to nod and bow every day.

Mrs. Song ordered Song Shishan to build a duck pen, but it couldn't be done for a while.Mrs. Song took the ducklings to her room to raise them, and said nothing to Song Jingwen, for fear that he would torment these little creatures to death.

Before Mrs. Song could count the ducklings, Song Jingwen smuggled two of them out.

In the dark, a stunned young man from Shipo Village was lit by a fire called Acacia, and ran all the way to the bamboo forest.

Xie Feng set up a small fire at the thatched hut in the bamboo grove, with a few bunches of bamboo fungus roasting on it.The figure arrived as promised, and he growled, "You run slowly."

Song Jingwen rushed over and hugged him full. Now he can hug his little boyfriend up and circle around without any effort. Song Jingwen kissed him with bright eyes.Then he held the two ducklings in his palms and handed them over, "Aren't they cute? I'll raise them for you. They're easy to feed. Just go to the river to catch some screws."

Song Jingwen deliberately chose a strong and big one, and he was easy to support at first glance and sent it here.

Xie Feng's moist and clear eyes were full of joy, he took the ducklings in surprise, and stroked their tiny fluff.

"Why did you give me a duck?" Xie Feng asked in surprise, all his attention was attracted by the palm-sized duck.

Song Jingwen turned his face in dissatisfaction, and said with a snort, "I raised you food, now let them catch bugs in your bamboo forest."

Xie Feng's hand paused unnaturally. He wanted to raise a small animal since he was a child, whether it was a dog or a cat, but Sun Cui disapproved of him raising such a useless thing.

Gradually, he also faded away from this thought.It wasn't until later that he worshiped the old Orion as his teacher that he caught a rabbit, which was pure and white without any stray hairs.

Xie Feng secretly raised the rabbit, but his behavior of always bringing vegetables to the room was noticed.One day, when he came back from the mountain, he saw only a piece of bloody rabbit skin.

After that, he never thought about it again.

He looked at the duckling in his hand, and twitched the corner of his mouth, laughing at his innocence, Song Jingwen must have given the duck for food, could it be for keeping it for fun?

Song Jingwen caught a glimpse of his movements, and thought he had introduced him to various ways of eating ducks, so that Xie Feng couldn't move his thoughts at all when he saw the duck in his hand, and swallowed mercilessly.

Xie Feng took two ropes to tie the duckling up, leaned gently on Song Jingwen's shoulder, tilted his head to look at him, and said hesitantly, "I... I will go to work at Sun Dahu's house in Sanshang Village tomorrow. The farming season is busy for a few days, and his house is relatively short of people, so I will probably live in their house for a few days."

Song Jingwen froze for a moment, frowned subconsciously, and waited for him to continue, "I tortured my mother for a long time before she agreed. Tomorrow, I will go to his house to unload the goods at the pier first. If it is done well, Sun Dahu will also agree. Take me as a long-term worker, and the wages are more than that of a short-term worker."

Song Jingwen still held Xie Feng's hand tightly in his hand. He rubbed the calluses on the other's hand carefully, and said worriedly, "How long do you have to work in a day, why do you still sleep at his house?"

The light and shadow in Xie Feng's eyes flickered, he smiled and rubbed against Song Jingwen, "Just go for ten days, from Yinshi to Xushi, Sun Dahu's house is still providing food."

From Yin time to Xu time, that is to say, there is only seven hours of rest a day. This is completely squeezing labor and treating people like animals.

Xie Feng was quite happy, and counted on his fingers, "It's 45 yuan a day. If I can't keep up with running back and forth, Dahu Sun let me live in their house without charging any money."

Song Jingwen pulled Xie Feng sympathetically, not too happy for him to be exploited by others, "Can you not go? It's too hard, and it's not safe for a brother like you to live in someone else's house. What if someone has bad intentions? Sanshang Village is too far away, if something happens to you, I won’t be able to go there in time.”

Although Song Jingwen's words were full of concern inside and out, the meaning in it was very clear, and he didn't want to let himself go.

The smile on Xie Feng's face faded away immediately, he never thought that Song Jingwen would stop him, he forced a smile and said, "There is no danger, I look like a man when I don't wear a turban."

He picked his fingers lowly, and looked at Song Jingwen stubbornly and humblely, "I will go to Mr. Sun's house and nothing will happen. My mother has worked for their family. Mr. Sun's family is not bad, he is a great kind person."

This is generally the case in the Jia Dynasty, the folk customs are simple and even a little conservative.If one's husband does not agree to show his face in the inner room, then the married woman and brother can't show off.

However, in recent years, there have been few such pedantic men.

Furthermore, there are no such strict requirements in the countryside, and my brother lives in a free and easy way.But the bad thing is that Sun Cui always conveys to Xie Feng that he is a loser that no one wants, and if he doesn't understand the three obediences and four virtues, he will not be able to marry.

Although the two are not engaged yet, Xie Feng already believes that Song Jingwen is his man, so he naturally pays special attention to what he says.

Song Jingwen knew from his appearance that Xie Feng wanted to go wrong, Xie Feng's eyes contained some begging meaning that he didn't know, Song Jingwen's heart was stabbed severely.

Song Jingwen sighed helplessly, held Xie Feng's face solemnly, and said word by word, "Remember, I will not restrict your freedom, you can do whatever you want. Don't be afraid, I will never It will not be a stumbling block in your way forward."

Song Jingwen rubbed his cheeks and laughed, "Oh, my little ancestor. You can be a little willful in front of me. When I first saw you, you were very fierce and threatened to bite me Woolen cloth."

Song Jingwen scratched Xie Feng's chin dishonestly, winking in an unserious manner.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on May 14, 5.26th year of Yuanlong calendar

Don't look at my daughter-in-law crying all the time, it's all in front of me. I used to think he was a little milk dog.But when he raised the machete, I knew it was all fucking fart.My wife is so sassy!