Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 161 Inconsistency

After saying that, Song Ying looked at Lin Wenxuan again, "Shen Mansion? Is it the mansion of Shen Zhuangyuan? Who is the Shunan County Master?"

"Yes, it is Shen Tingzhao, the mansion of Minister Shen, and Princess Shun'an is his wife."

Shen Zhuangyuan is a legend in Qingshui County and also a legend in the surrounding areas of Qinghuali. He won the top spot in the imperial examination and got to marry a noble lady from the capital. People still talk about it with relish today.

"It turns out that the noble lady from the capital that Mr. Shen married was a county princess!" Song and Luo both sighed.

Immediately, Luo Yanxing asked curiously: "But what kind of noble lady is the county lady? I only know that the princess is the emperor's daughter."

"Generally speaking, a county lady is the daughter of a county prince, but there are exceptions. This Shun'an county lady is the daughter of Hui County Prince and the fifth-generation granddaughter of Emperor Taizu Gao."

The two Princes of Hui didn't know who he was, but Emperor Taizu Gao and the others knew that he was the founding emperor of the Daqian Dynasty.

As the direct granddaughter of the founding emperor, this Princess Shun'an is a noble lady among noble ladies and a member of the royal family!

The person that Shen Zhuangyuan married was actually a royal relative!

It was no wonder that the salary for making medicinal food for the county lady was so high. Song Ying no longer had any doubts and agreed. "Then when should I go to the Shen Mansion?"

"The Shen family naturally wants it to be as quick as possible, but you can proceed at your own pace. Arrange your family first, and then come to me."

There was nothing much to arrange for Song Ying's home now. She just needed to sell all the herbs. After thinking for a while, she said, "Then let's do it tomorrow. There aren't many herbs left at home. We can bring them all to sell."

"Okay! I'll tell my great aunt tonight and ask them to make arrangements as well."

Song Ying nodded excitedly, and was very glad that she didn't buy a lot of food last time. She suppressed her excitement and waited for Lin Wenxuan to help them weigh the medicine and calculate the money.

As soon as they left the clinic, she grabbed Luo Yanxing and said, "Let's go! We must celebrate today!"

Luo Yanxing was still very hesitant, "You really don't want to tell your grandma and the others? Leaving home to do short-term work is a big deal. If something happens, telling them will help them take care of you."

"I won't tell you." Song Ying was very determined. "If they don't let me go, then I will miss the opportunity to study medicine!"

"Learn, learn medicine?" Luo Yanxing blinked. "Brother Lin didn't say he would teach you medicine, did he?"

Luo Yanxing began to think carefully, recalling everything Lin Wenxuan said from the time they entered the door to the time they left, and indeed he had not mentioned it.

Did I just get distracted?

Song Ying said happily: "Didn't he say that if I don't understand something, I can ask his aunt."

"Ah? This is the opportunity to study medicine you mentioned?" Luo Yanxing was stunned. Could he understand it this way?

Lin Wenxuan meant that when he was making medicinal food, he asked his aunt about something he didn't understand. How could she suddenly think of studying medicine from making medicinal food?

"Yes, medicinal food, of course, must have a pharmacological component." Song Ying beamed with joy, "Being a doctor can earn more money than collecting herbs, and it doesn't require so much hard work.

When I learn medical skills, you won’t have to endure being sick anymore. I will treat you!"

"Pooh, pooh, pooh! We won't get sick. Quickly spit twice and don't say anything unlucky."

Song Ying pouted twice and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, we will be healthy and live a long life!"

After this episode, Luo Yanxing expressed his concerns again: "But what if there is danger?

The rich families are in deep trouble. A distant relative of mine said that a girl from their village went to work as a temporary worker, and she died after only half a month.

Song Ying had heard about this kind of thing before, and felt a little uneasy, but he still said, "It shouldn't matter to the Shen family, Shen Zhuangyuan is from Qinghuali, and we are from the same hometown.

Besides, this was introduced by Brother Lin, and he works under his great aunt, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”

"Brother Lin is a good person, but that doesn't mean his aunt is also a good person. We don't know his aunt."

"But I really won't give up this opportunity." Song Ying clenched his fists. "Let's take a gamble. As long as his aunt isn't a particularly bad person, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if she's easy to get along with or not."

Seeing that she was still insisting, Luo Yanxing said no more, "Then come back to the village when you have time. If you encounter any danger, find a way to inform us."

"Okay, you can help me get away with it for the time being with my grandma. After a while, when I am stable in the Shen Mansion, I will let them know."

Luo Yanxing agreed, and seeing that there was a restaurant in front that was quite crowded, he said, "Let's go to this one. With so many people here, the food must be good!"

After entering the restaurant, they called the waiter and ordered two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. Song Ying generously said that she would treat the meal.

Luo Yanxing smiled broadly and didn't bother to be polite with her. The two chatted happily while waiting for the food.

As they chatted, Song Ying said, "I feel like I forgot something."

"Hey, I think I forgot something."

The two looked at each other for a while, and exclaimed in unison: "I didn't ask Xiaoxiang for antipyretic medicine!"

Song Ying felt annoyed and blamed himself. He ran back to the clinic before the food was served, asked for advice, and then asked Doctor Ma to prescribe some medicine.

After coming out of the restaurant after eating, Song Ying gave up her original plan to buy bed sheets and a backpack. She didn't need the backpack for the time being, and she didn't want to have any contact with Li and others recently.

After returning home, Song Ying packed all the herbs that had been dried earlier. As for those that she picked yesterday that had not been completely dried, she asked Luo Yanxing to help her take them to the clinic to sell later.

Early the next morning, the sky was clear and just as day broke, Song Ying left Xinghua Village carrying the herbs.

Lin Wenxuan had been waiting in the clinic long ago. When he saw her arrive, he quickly weighed the herbs she brought, settled the payment, said something to Doctor Ma, and took her to Shen's house.

Perhaps because Lin Wenxuan had been here many times, the doorman of the Shen Mansion obviously knew him. He greeted him and let him take Song Ying in.

It was totally unlike the troublesome times when Song Ying and her friends went to the academy and the education office before.

After passing through a series of corridors, we finally entered a small courtyard not far from the kitchen.

Under the apricot tree in the courtyard, sat a middle-aged woman with her hair tied up high and wearing light purple clothes.

"Aunt." Lin Wenxuan walked forward with a smile, "Look what I brought you, Zhang's Cloud Cake!"

She is Lin Wenxuan’s great aunt!!!

Song Ying's eyes almost popped out. Shouldn't Lin Wenxuan's great-aunt be an old lady? Her voice was also hoarse during the Chinese New Year. How could she be a beautiful middle-aged woman?

The woman in front of me had snow-white skin. Although there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes and forehead, she was still graceful and charming. Her calm and bright eyes were filled with traces of the vicissitudes of life.

No matter how you look at it, he looks to be in his thirties or forties!

"You are a kid who never comes to visit for no reason. I don't usually see you taking this seriously."

The woman complained, her voice as hoarse as the one Song Ying heard during the Chinese New Year, which was completely inconsistent with her appearance and age.