Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 467 Great Benefactor

The three of them talked in the kitchen for a long time, so long that they didn't know when it was dawn outside. Song Qin got up and heard voices coming from the kitchen. There seemed to be a hint of meat aroma lingering in the air. She had an idea and didn't care that she hadn't washed up yet. She hurried to the kitchen door. When she got closer, the voices became clearer.

"...The Jin Dynasty's palace isn't as big as ours, nor is it very pretty; it's all gray. But the tiger skin on the throne is really good, shiny and glossy..."

Song Qinshi heard this familiar voice, her eyes could not help but redden, and she whispered in a trembling voice: "Chun Lin."

The sound was very small, but Song Chunlin still caught it. He turned around and looked at Song Qinshi who was standing at the door. He stood up with a smile and threw himself into Song Qinshi's arms. His voice was rarely choked with sobs as he whispered "Mom".

Song Qin held her son in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She kept patting her son's back, feeling that the child had lost a lot of weight in these few years since he left the house.

The mother and son hugged each other for a long time before they separated. Song Chunlin's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had been crying, but there were no tears. Song Qin wiped the tears from her face, and carefully touched her son's face and body, muttering to herself that Song Chunlin had lost too much weight.

"Have you not eaten well over there these years? Look at your body, you don't seem to be as strong as before you left home. Are you hungry? Mommy will cook for you. I just chopped the meat and fermented the dough yesterday. Wait for me to make it for you."

Song A'mo quickly stopped Song Qinshi and said that they had already cooked a bowl of noodles for Song Chunlin and asked Song Qinshi not to worry.

"When is the meal? Little Daddy, why didn't you wake me up? At least you could have helped me."

Grandpa Song waved his hand, indicating that he and his wife were in good health and it was just a matter of cooking noodles for their grandson, which they could still do.

Song Qin was at her wit's end after being told off by the two elders. She could only gently nod her son's head and say, "You little bastard, you always come back in the dead of night. Aren't you afraid of scaring us to death?"

Song Chunlin widened his eyes. How come Song Qinshi, who was so gentle just now, started to dislike him in such a short time?

Song Dazhuang got up only after Song Qin had finished washing up. When he saw Song Chunlin coming back, he shouted so loudly that the whole family was woken up. Soon even the pigs in the house knew that the second son of the family was back.

Except for the two youngest ones, all the other younger generations in the family still remembered Song Chunlin. Facing their second uncle whom they had not seen for a long time, everyone gathered around him and asked him questions, such as whether it was really so cold in the north, and whether it would snow heavily for several months in winter.

The children were concerned about the fun things, while the adults were more concerned about whether Song Chunlin had eaten and slept well over there, and whether his winter clothes were warm enough in the cold winter.

There was a happy event in the family, so the morning dinner table became much more sumptuous. In addition to the buns prepared last night, Song Qin and Song A-mo used all their cooking skills, almost taking out everything they could cook at home, and made a table full of dishes. Even Song Dahao's family was invited by Song Chunsheng to have breakfast together. The whole family sat at two tables respectively. If there was no wine or food for breakfast, it would be no different from a proper banquet.

After a hearty breakfast, Song Qin asked Song Chunlin to go back to his room to rest, while she took her husband and carried a basket to the town to buy vegetables. The family had chickens and ducks, so Song Dahao stayed at home to kill the chickens and ducks. Song Qin bought some vegetables that were not available at home and took them back. When passing by the cloth shop, she did not forget to buy some thick cotton cloth, intending to make a few new clothes for Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue.

After not coming back for a few years, the children's body shapes have not changed much, but Song Qinshi has a mother filter and always feels that the children have suffered outside and have become thinner. The new clothes made for them before were all made according to the original size, and it's not that they can't be worn, but Song Qinshi still feels that she should measure the children's size personally before making new clothes.

Song Dazhuang carried large and small bags and followed his wife without complaint. He could not help but complain a few words when he returned home.

"Didn't you just make two new sets of clothes for them last month? Why are you making them again?"

Song Qin rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're jealous of the child too. He wasn't with us these past few years, and I was always worried. Now that he's back, I want to make him some new clothes. The New Year is almost here anyway, so I'll make him two jackets to change into."

Song Dazhuang knew he couldn't persuade his wife, so he just smiled shyly and said, "How could I be jealous? I just feel sorry for you. It's almost the end of the year, and there's a lot to do. I'm worried that you'll tire yourself out making clothes for that brat."

"I'm happy to. Besides, making clothes is not that tiring. It's just a matter of sewing a few stitches."

Very good. Song Dazhuang was completely speechless now. He could only secretly decide in his heart that he would help his wife with more housework in the future. If his wife really couldn't take care of it, he would throw it to Song Chunlin. After all, the clothes were made for him, and it was fair for him to exchange them for labor.

At this time, Song Chunlin didn't know that his father had already arranged a job for him. He was still everyone's favorite. Many familiar people learned that Song Chunlin was back and ran to see if it was true.

After not seeing him for three years, Song Chunlin felt that the villagers had become much more enthusiastic, and looking at their mental state, he knew that their lives had been getting better and better in the past three years.

He actually saw Liu Huaer and his son Xiaoman in the crowd. Oh, by the way, Xiaoman has now changed his surname to Liu. In the words of the Liu family, the Zhao family is not a good family. Why should Xiaoman have the same surname as that scumbag? Anyway, Zhao Yong was beheaded in the second year after Song Chunlin left. A dead person cannot object. Zhao Ming has been devastated since his son's death and is completely useless.

However, Zhao Yong's mother always came to see her grandson secretly in recent years, but everyone in their village knew her. Once she entered the village, she would be discovered, and then someone would notify the Liu family and drive her away.

Song Chunlin waved to Liu Xiaoman. Xiaoman first looked at his mother and dared to come over only after getting her approval.

Maybe because there were many children in the village, Xiaoman's personality changed from being timid as before. Although quiet, he was very graceful. He came over and greeted the elders around him first, and then looked at Song Chunlin who called him over.

He actually didn't have much impression of Song Chunlin, but Liu Huaer often mentioned Song Chunlin to him, saying that he was a great benefactor to them and their son.

"If it weren't for your Uncle Song finding you the secret medicine from the palace, you wouldn't be alive today. He's been very kind to our family. If he comes back, you must treat him with respect, understand?"

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what respect meant, he just bowed to Song Chunlin very politely, which made everyone around him laugh.