Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 314 Sour Orange

Song Chunlin didn't need to go to court, so he got up after a good sleep and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Then he stayed with Song A'mo and Song Qinshi and acted coquettishly. After that, he did not forget to tease his younger brothers and sisters.

Song Manman can already walk, but she is not very steady and can only follow behind her brothers and sisters. Chen Yuer would leave her here when she was working. Grandpa Song and Grandma Song love this little girl so much that they would never forget her when there was something delicious to eat or drink. The little girl was raised to be plump and white by everyone. Even Song Yuanyuan couldn't help but sigh when she saw her. Her sister was really too fat and had become a little chubby boy.

Song Chunlin leaned over and picked up Song Manman who almost fell to the ground. The little girl was suddenly picked up and saw that it was her second brother. She stopped crying and making a fuss. She smiled and kissed Song Chunlin on the cheek, which was so cute that Song Chunlin's heart trembled.

Song Qin also laughed at him: "You like children so much, why don't you marry Fengyue tomorrow? After three years of marriage, you can have two children. If you have more children, you won't be so rare."

When Song Chunlin thought about the possibility that he would have a big belly in the future, he shuddered. The picture was too beautiful and he didn't dare to think about it too much.

"No, no, Gu Fengyue and I still want to spend a few more years as the only one of us."

Song Qinshi did not object when she heard this, she even agreed: "That's right. Above you two are the Marquis and his wife. They are the eldest brothers, and the first legitimate son born in the future will be the Crown Prince, and will inherit the title. Naturally, they should hurry up. As for you..." Song Qinshi looked her son up and down, and seeing that he still had a childish look on his face, she could not help but shook her head.

"Forget it, just live your life well, there's no need to rush into having a baby, just let it happen naturally."

In fact, what Song Qin was thinking in her heart was that since there was no serious elder in the Gu family to urge them to have children, it would not be too late for them to have another child after the Marquis's wife gave birth to the prince. Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue were still young, and with the spiritual spring water, she was not too worried that the two of them would not be able to have children.

Song A-mo also smiled and said, "Why worry about these things? Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. When the time comes, the child will be here, right? Right, our Xiaoman."

Song Manman didn't understand what the little grandfather was saying. She only heard "right or wrong?" and she subconsciously shouted, "Yes." This made people around her laugh.

Song Chunlin, who was holding the little girl, shook her in annoyance: "What do you know? You just say it's right, but you don't even know when you will be sold, you little fool."

Song Manman actually understood what his second brother said she was stupid. The little girl angrily punched Song Chunlin. Her chubby little fist hit Song Chunlin directly in the chest. The child was young and didn't know the severity of the blow. Song Chunlin almost vomited blood.

He put his sister down, covered his chest, and looked painful: "Ah, my brother was beaten down by Manman, uh, my sister is so cruel~"

His expressive performance made Song Manman laugh so hard that she completely forgot that her brother had just called her stupid. She waved her little hands and gently patted Song Chunlin on the chest.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it hurts to fly~"

Song Chunlin was so moved that he was in a mess. No wonder people say that daughters are caring little cotton-padded jackets. Tsk tsk, if he could have such a lovely little girl with Gu Fengyue in the future, it seems that he would be able to accept himself with a big belly.

After staying at home for a whole morning and having lunch, Song Chunlin walked leisurely towards the military camp. This time he learned his lesson and pulled over two camping cars, which were filled with prepared diced rabbit in red oil. There were several earthenware jars full of diced rabbit in red oil. He specially made the diced rabbit a little spicier and saltier, and then he would ask the chefs to add some vegetarian dishes in to absorb the flavor, so that these animals could have two or three meals.

After delivering the supplies, Song Chunlin, as usual, selected a few people to go back to the Song family to process the rabbits. As for the remaining people, Song Chunlin checked their training results and found that there seemed to be no progress, so he put on a stern face and ordered these people to practice more today.

The people in the Song family who dealt with the rabbits were not much better. Song Chunlin specially prepared a large number of rabbits, enough for them to kill until the end of time.

The rabbit skins that had been taken away for nitre treatment had already been prepared. Song Chunlin picked up all these things on his way back. While walking on the ridge of the field, Song Chunlin suddenly caught sight of two familiar figures in the field.

"Those two people, aren't they Wang Fugui's wife and children? His son has grown up so much?" Song Chunlin looked at the young man who had completely lost his childishness and whose face was no longer arrogant but wooden. He confirmed that it was Wang Fugui's son. The person next to him with white hair and a face that was obviously much older was Wang Fugui's wife, Wang Zhang.

Song Chunlin never walked this way in the past, and the mother and son usually walked around the Song family. Over the years, Song Chunlin rarely met them. Today was strange. He didn't know why it was almost dark, but the two of them were still busy in the fields.

Song Chunlin slowed down his pace as he walked along the ridge of the field, and only then could he see clearly that the mother and son were harvesting the last bit of rice.

"It turns out that they also planted two crops of rice. But why are they harvesting it now? Is there no one to help them?" Song Chunlin told Song Dazhuang his doubts. Song Dazhuang scratched his head. He didn't remember whether Wang Fugui's son came to learn how to plant two crops of rice from him.

"It's so late to harvest the rice, probably because they planted it late."

Song Qin refuted Song Dazhuang's words: "It's not too late, it's that they seem to have fallen out with the Zhang family, and the two families haven't had any contact for a long time."

When he heard the gossip, Song Chunlin's gossipy spirit quickly emerged. He hugged Song Qin's arm and asked her to tell him how the two families broke up. He remembered that the two brothers of the Zhang family used to dote on their younger sister Wang Zhang.

Song Qin rolled her eyes at her son in annoyance. She didn't know who the brat inherited this gossip-loving nature from, but it certainly wasn't her.

"It's all about the marriage of the younger generation. The Zhang family has only one daughter, and Wang Zhang wants to marry that niece back to be her daughter-in-law. Her two brothers have no objection, but her sister-in-law disagrees. She doesn't want the daughter of the Zhang family to marry into the Wang family, saying that the Wang family is unlucky."

Song Chunlin: "Ah, the Wang family is unlucky? How is the Wang family unlucky? She can't knock down everyone with just one stick."

"Who said it was the Wang family that was unlucky? It was Wang Fugui's family that was unlucky. It was said that Wang Fugui died in great pain. For a long time, the villagers said that Wang Fugui died because of an evil spirit. If the Zhang family didn't really love Wang Zhangshi, they would have cut off all ties with her long ago. The two families used to visit each other, until Wang Zhangshi wanted the Zhang family's daughter to be her daughter-in-law, and then the Zhang family was not happy about it."

Song A-mo also spoke up at this time: "He has done too many bad things, and this is karma. Their son was domineering and unreasonable when he was young. He relied on his father's pampering to bully countless children in the village. He became more peaceful after Wang Fugui died, but it is difficult to change one's nature. This child has been distorted since he was three years old. How can he be good when he grows up? The two sisters-in-law of the Zhang family, unless they are stupid, will not marry their daughter to the Wang family."

Song Chunlin opened his mouth into an O shape and expressed great surprise.

"No wonder. I was wondering why they harvested the rice so late. It's already the twelfth lunar month."

"It's my own fault. In the early years, the three of us offended the whole village. Now we have fallen out with the Zhang family. Wang Zhang has no money to hire temporary workers, so we have to do it ourselves."

After listening to the gossip, Song Chunlin hugged Song Manman contentedly and returned to the main room. Song Dahao's family always liked to come here. Every time it was time for dinner, Chen Yuer would come over to catch them. After so many times, Chen Yuer simply stopped cooking and just brought home dishes over here to eat every day.

Grandpa Song and Aunt Song are old and like to have a lively home. Song Qin is not the kind of person who likes to care about things, and Chen Yuer knows her limits. The two sisters-in-law get along very happily, so they tacitly allow Song Dahao's family to eat here every day.

The family was discussing what to do before the New Year at the dinner table. The New Year pigs had already been slaughtered, leaving only one for their own family to eat during the New Year. Half was used to make cured meat, and the other half was kept in Song Chunlin's space for preservation.

"This spring, we caught so many old rabbits, and the rabbit wool has been tanned. Children, each of you can pick a few that you like and make a coat to wear."

When they heard that they could wear clothes made of rabbit fur, the children were very excited, especially Song Yuanyuan. She was the first one to raise her hands and said that she wanted white rabbit fur.

"I want to wear the same one as my sister, white rabbit fur with red piping. Mom, can you make it for me?"

Song Qinshi could not resist her little daughter's coquetry and agreed to her request in no time.

"Okay, okay, I'll make one for you. I'll make one red coat with white rabbit fur trim for you and your sister, okay?"

"Okay!" Song Yuanyuan's face flushed with excitement. She pinched her sister's hand and said that they would soon have new coats to wear.

Seeing that the atmosphere at home was so good, Song Chunsheng cleared his throat and looked at Zhou Ning beside him. Zhou Ning lowered her head a little embarrassedly, but she did not forget to pinch her husband, signaling him to speak properly.

So Song Chunsheng also raised his hand, indicating that he also wanted some white rabbit hair.

Song Chunlin hunted tens of thousands of rabbits, and no one knew how much white rabbit fur there was. When Song Chunlin said this, everyone thought he was just asking for Zhou Ning. But they didn't expect that what Song Chunlin said next was like dropping a bombshell on the dining table.

"Well, mother, I want to use this white rabbit hair to make a small quilt. It will be useful when the baby is born next year."

Everyone paused as they picked up food, and their voices also stopped.

Song Qin was the first to react. She immediately turned to look at Zhou Ning, only to see Zhou Ning stroking her belly tenderly.

"Brother Ning, are you pregnant?"

Zhou Ning nodded gently, and Song Chunsheng said stupidly, "It's been more than a month. Brother Ning couldn't eat these few days. I took Brother Ning to see the doctor this morning. The doctor said the baby is fine, and Brother Ning is also fine, but he just can't eat."

Song Qin patted Zhou Ning's hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, we've all been through this. From today on, if you want to eat anything, just ask, and I'll satisfy you."

After hearing what she said, Zhou Ning really wanted to eat something. He glanced at everyone present and whispered to Song Qin: "Mom, I want to eat oranges, the sour kind."

"Oranges, oranges are good. I want to eat something sour. Wait a minute, Chunlin, come with me to the warehouse. I'll see if there are any sour oranges."

Song Chunlin happily followed Song Qinshi and left the dining table. The mother and son pretended to go to the warehouse, but in fact it was Song Chunlin who was searching in the space. However, the oranges in his space were all big, sweet and juicy, and there were no sour oranges at all.

But his little nephew wants to eat oranges, and as his uncle he can’t just fail to fulfill his wish, right?

Song Chunlin was so anxious that he scratched his head in the space, and finally came up with a solution.

He first walked to an orange tree and watered it with some spiritual spring water. The orange tree was visibly blooming and bearing fruit. Song Chunlin deliberately controlled the amount of spiritual spring water. While the fruits were still green, he quickly picked a bunch of green fruits, peeled one and tasted it. The unripe oranges were indeed sour, but Song Chunlin could accept this sourness. He didn't know if Zhou Ning liked it. It was said that pregnant women could eat sour things.

When Song Qinshi and Song Chunlin came back, they were holding a basket of green oranges in their arms. The color of the oranges looked sour. Song Chunlin placed the oranges in front of Zhou Ning with a smile, motioning Zhou Ning to eat quickly.

"Sister-in-law, eat it quickly and see if it's sour enough."

Zhou Ning was already drooling when he smelled the fragrance of the orange. He couldn't wait to peel one and put it in his mouth to taste it. The sour and refreshing taste was so unbearable that Song Chunsheng, who was sitting next to him, could not stand it after smelling it a little.

"Oh my God, it smells sour. Ning'er, you really don't feel anything?" Song Chunsheng expressed his doubts. Could it be that this fruit only smells sour but tastes sweet?

Seeing that her husband didn't believe it, Zhou Ning took a petal and stuffed it into Song Chunsheng's mouth, motioning him to taste it himself.

"Try it. It's not sour at all. It tastes just right to me."

Song Chunsheng believed what his wife said and started chewing directly. As a result, he was chewed into a wrinkled old man by the sour taste in the next second.

"Hiss~ This is not sour, my teeth are so sour that they are soft. This won't do. You should eat it yourself. I can't bear it."

Zhou Ning was surprised: "Is it really that sour? I don't think so. It tastes okay to me. Why don't you try another one?"