Chapter 1962: The ancient little widow in the rebirth text 11
"Thank you, it's just a minor injury. I also have a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain. I'll rest for a few days."
Ding Mao declined Shu Ange's invitation, and his heart was burning.
Since his godfather passed away, few people have cared about him so much. It feels strange and warm.
Shu Ange didn't force Ding Mao to rest at home, there was a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door.
She is now on the cusp of the storm, and in case someone bumps into multiple men in the family, there will be countless gossip.
Shu Ange doesn't care about the words of outsiders, but Song's mind is so easy to feel sad about it.
After going down the mountain, the two said goodbye, and Ding Mao stood on the hillside and silently watched the little girl leave.
She is very strong, carrying a heavy bamboo basket on her back, and she doesn't even sway her footsteps.
Will they meet again? In Ding Mao's heart lake, which had been silent for a long time, there were a few waves.
She is not very beautiful, and her curved eyes are like crescent moons, which Ding Mao will never forget.
As dusk fell, Mrs Song stood not far from the entrance of the village, looking forward to her daughter's return.
Although her daughter's strength suddenly became very strong, there were not only beasts, but also various traps on the mountain. How could the Song family not worry about her.
It was not until the little figure of her daughter appeared in the field of vision that Song Shi was relieved.
She hurried up to meet her, wanting to share some weight for her daughter, but she avoided her: "It's not heavy, mother, let's go home together."
Shu Ange's bamboo basket is full of wild game, and when outsiders see it, there may be some trouble.
So along the way, she didn't talk to Song about the harvest of this mountain.
After returning to Xiao Ran's dilapidated home, Shu Ange put down the bamboo basket and took out the spoils of war as if taking credit.
The live pheasants, rabbits, and squirrels were laid out on the ground, and the Song family was speechless: "You brought all the game? It's not that hunting is difficult. Why did you get so much game the first time you went out?"
Her daughter was really different. Song squatted down and wanted to reach out and touch the game she brought back, but she didn't dare to touch those furry things.
"Mother, let's drink pheasant soup at night. I'll bring the rest of the soup to the town tomorrow for some food and salt."
It's time to go to the town, where every day I live in a small village, where can I make money.
Ever since her daughter was reborn, Song felt that she was different everywhere, and subconsciously listened to her words: "When you go to town tomorrow, be careful and don't be deceived. You put in a lot of effort today, and I will take the pheasant out. It's slaughtered and stewed into soup to make up for you."
"Okay, there are still some eggs in the bamboo basket. You can kill the chickens while you are busy."
After Shu Ange killed the chicken, he scalded the chicken with boiling water and plucked the hair. Mrs. Song was busy in the kitchen, and there was always a feeling of inauthenticity in her heart.
Their mother and daughter have not eaten meat for a long time.
The He family forcibly married their daughter back to Chongxi, and gave a dozen taels of silver, but the Song family did not see a single penny, and they lived a very hard life.
After the chicken soup was boiled, the aroma wafted to the next door.
Xiao Wang was like a fly, sniffing the smell and rushing over, and seeing the mother and the two nibbling on the chicken legs, her eyes almost turned green.
It's also thanks to the Song family that they received the other game in the firewood room, otherwise, I wonder how the little Wang family would be jealous.
"Second sister-in-law, this is too much meat. With such a big chicken, I won't give my parents any share."
She was talking about her mother and father, and all she thought about was herself and her son.
Song's skin was thin, and he was embarrassed to eat alone. When his sister-in-law mentioned this, he really planned to get a bowl of chicken and bring it over.
But these wild animals were all brought by her daughter, and she didn't want to let An Le feel cold.
Shu Ange nibbled at the chicken legs, his mouth full of light: "You have so many chickens in your house, if you want to eat them, just kill one of them."
Xiao Wang was blocked by Shu Ange, so she wanted to put the pistol directly, but she was so afraid of her strength that she reluctantly left.
Not long after she left, Father Zhou came over with his wife.
Song's bowl was taken out, and Shu Ange pressed it back abruptly: "Mother, don't be so kind, my selling money is enough for them to eat chicken legs every day. When I was suffering and hanged, did anyone remember me?"
His daughter's words made Song's heart feel sour.
She also knew that in this Zhou family, except for her unknown man, no one cared about their mother and daughter.
Not being able to eat meat, there was constant beating in the yard next door, Xiao Wang choked at Sang and scolded Huai.
Shu Ange didn't take her to heart. Even if she scolded her skin, it was hard to hurt her at all.
What she has to do now is to make money quickly and move the Song family away from this wonderful relative.
There are few meats that can be served on the table in this era, and the game that Shu Ange brought is still very valuable, in exchange for a lot of grain and copper plates
With the money in his hand, Shu Ange continued to hunt in the mountains.
Ding Mao was someone who could endure hardship. He took care of the corpses of those wild wolves with his wounds, peeled off the skin and sold the meat, and he had to give all the money he earned to Shu Ange.
When the two met again, his face was unpainted, and his dark face was glowing with a healthy luster, and he was a lot more handsome than when he first met.
"Here is seventeen taels of silver. I cleaned up the corpses of those wild wolves and sold them for the money."
Wolf skins, wolf teeth, and wolf meat can all be sold for money. Ding Mao started selling things with his godfather when he was four or five years old, and he had already accumulated rich experience.
Although he was young, he was a well-known hunter.
All the restaurants in the county town that specialize in game have heard the name Ding Mao in the end.
A lot of prey can only be used by experienced hunters, so few people fool Dingmao in buying and selling.
He is a solid person, and he is reluctant to do business with the other party a second time after being tricked once.
"I can't accept this money. You have worked so hard to exchange the money."
For an ordinary family of five, it is not bad to be able to drop one or two taels of silver in a year of busy work, and it is the norm to make ends meet.
Facing the temptation of seventeen taels of silver, Shu Ange did not move at all, which surprised Ding Mao.
These days, he also quietly inquired about the life experience of the savior, and it turned out that she was also suffering. At a young age, he was sent to the town of He Yuanwai's house by a family full of money to give the other party's sick son Chongxi.
Not to mention, after the death of He Yuanwai's son, Shu Ange took out his anger and drove her out directly.
When everyone mentions Zhou Anle, they will say that she is a star of death, born to be a man of death.
Ding Mao didn't mind what others said about him, but he was very angry when he heard them say that about Shu Ange.
How could such a kind and intelligent little girl become a death star.
She is a good girl, obviously the He family is too deceiving.
Where the orphans and widows were not bullied, Father Zhou took the lead in bullying the poor couple.
In order to make Shu Ange's life easier, Ding Mao gathered all the money he could come up with.
"But you saved my life. My godfather said that the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by a spring. You saved my life, and I will never be able to repay this kindness in my life."
He's really a fool, with seventeen taels of silver in pieces, how could Shu Ange not be moved by Ding Mao's heart.