Shu Song pursed her lips and smiled, looked at the academy from a distance, and turned her head to look at Song Nuan again.

It sounds like this girl’s mother’s family and her in-laws are quite different.

No wonder she was so tired of life. She was all alone when she went up the mountain, inside and out. A few days ago, Tang Qiao sent tiger meat over and said that she met a tiger up the mountain.

Three pounds of tiger meat made him feel a little more favorable to Song Nuan. In addition, he also felt a little distressed. That girl was not easy.

When Tang Qiao heard that she was building a shed to grow vegetables, she thought of her delight at that time when she saw a large bag of vegetable seeds, she asked someone to make a bag of vegetables that were only available in other places.

Anyway, he also thought this girl liked strange things.

On the other side, Song Wenli beat Wen Han. When the two of them pulled him, Song Wenli accidentally tore Wen Han's sleeves.

Hiss...

The sleeves fell to the ground, revealing his slender arms.

The girls, sisters and aunts on the watch couldn't help but look at his arms, and saw something with black characters, and they whispered to each other.

"Song Wenli, can you calm down? Now we are going to make a big fuss and let the Master out of the academy together? Do you have a brain? If I want to have anything to do with the Shui family, you won't know? If there is really something, I will ask them to come here to find me? My head is not kicked by a donkey."

Wen Han was furious and picked up his sleeves and tied them to his arms.

He glanced at the four big black dots. The scene of Wen Chongzheng being humiliated that night, he was tied up and tattooed on his arm appeared again.

That was a great humiliation.

Afterwards, he tried his best to avoid these four words.

I don’t know what ink Wen Chongzheng used, but the color seemed to grow in meat. He wanted to grit his teeth several times and dig the meat, but he couldn’t do it.

Later, he used the same method to turn these four words into black, and he couldn't tell what the words were.

He thought about it and he would not remove these four black spots.

Every day, these four black dots remind him that the shame has not been returned to Wen Chongzheng.

"Wenli." Lu grabbed his arm hurriedly and asked nervously: "You guys say that the Master will drive you out of the academy?"

Wen Han said angrily: "Do you think the Master is so good at making trouble here?"

"Wen Han, do you think this is my fault? I kindly helped Qiaoer bring you something, thinking about seeing your situation by the way. How could I think of someone staying outside to deliver food to you?"

Lu thought she was the one who should be angry.

Wen Han leaned closer, "Aunt Song, are you still arguing with me? Do you want to continue making trouble? We are all designed to be hurt. Do you still want to help others make trouble?"

At this time, the manager of the academy came out.

Invite all of them to the academy.

If they let them deal with it outside, they don’t know when they will have a result. So many people are surrounded by it, and the reputation of the academy is ruined.

Song Nuan pouted, "It's boring, I can't watch it anymore."

"Puff, if you want to know the result, I can ask you for information. Now, I'm hungry, so let's go back and get some food."

Shusong smiled.

Song Nuan shook her head, "No need to inquire, I probably know what the result is."

This is enough to make these people embarrassed by this quarrel.

As for the treatment of the academy, it must be a side-by-side.

She heard that Master Ling has always liked Wen Han the most, so how could she bear to punish him severely?

"Then let's go!"

"Walk!"

A couple of years old friends, carrying fish baskets and fishing rods, returned to the grain shop with a chat and laughter.

Song Nuan looked around and smiled and joked: "Uncle Song, look, you are the ones who do business on this street. People open the shops early to do business and stay there all day long. What about you? Close the door and fish."

"Yes, I'll close the grilled fish later. Isn't it just a day or two? Make more money and less money, and you won't be able to survive this life. My old man is full by himself and the whole family is warm. What do I do by earning so much money?"

Shu Song just smiled and responded to Song Nuan's joke.

"Let's go, this fish should be fresh to taste good."

Song Nuan smiled, "Hehe, Uncle Song is still an expert."

"Little girl, Uncle Song, I eat more salt than you eat."

"Yes, yes!" Song Nuan nodded and attached, "Uncle Song, you have walked more bridges than I have walked."

"Hahaha!"

Shusong was amused and laughed.

The two went to the backyard to pick up two large fish. Shusong asked her to take the remaining three to her home later. The project of eating grilled fish was a bit large, especially since there was no stove here.

Finally, Song Nuan made boiled fish for him.

The two were in the yard, cooking fish while rinsing vegetables while warming fruit wine.

Leisure and at ease.

"Girl, come and have a few drinks."

"Uncle Song, I'm not be fooling you. I'm really pouring a glass of wine. I can't drink, otherwise no one will eat with you after a while."

Song Nuan is very self-aware of her alcohol tolerance.

She still has to go home, and she must not drink wine.

"A cup of wine? Didn't you lie to me, are you?" Shusong listened, looking at her up and down with a surprised look on his face.

Song Nuan frowned and asked, "Uncle Song, what do you mean when you look at me like this?"

"You are such a brave man, but you actually poured a cup of it. This is incredible."

"Puff... I didn't rely on drinking to make my courage."

"Well, I know now."

"Eat it." Song Nuan pinched a fish head for him, "Eat a fish head and nourish your brain more."

"Hey, little girl, do you think I'm stupid?"

"No." Song Nuan put the remaining fish head into his bowl, "One person, everyone should work hard to replenish their brains, can't you be smarter?"

"Okay, okay!"

After dinner, Shusong went out for a while and came back soon. And Song Nuan had already boiled water and brewed tea.

"Uncle Song, drink tea!"

"Girl, I've found out the news for you."

"What news?"

"It's from the academy."

"Oh." Song Nuan took a sip of tea and asked, "It must be a result that cannot excite me, right?"

Shusong nodded.

Indeed, under the persuasion of Master Ling, the fat woman agreed not to cause trouble, but left angrily. Neither Wen Han nor Song Wenli were severely punished, but were only punished to copy the book a hundred times.

This is a fundamental punishment.

"I said it, there is no need to inquire. However, I still have to thank Uncle Song for taking my affairs to heart." Song Nuan picked up the tea, "I used tea instead of wine and thanked Uncle Song."

when!

The two of them touched the teacup.

Song Nuan sat for a while, then said goodbye and returned to the village.

...

In a blink of an eye, another half month passed.

Song Nuan has been a little irritable and uneasy these days. In the morning, after washing up, she opened the door and went to the kitchen to help.

Crunch...

A cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck and tighten her clothes. She looked up at the sky, took a breath, and screamed in surprise.

"Ah... I can even breathe white breath, this day..."

She used to live in a place where all seasons are like spring, and she had no chance to see such a scene of white air swaying after a breath.

For a moment, freshness came.

She exhaled several times.

Seeing this, Song Ling walked over and stood beside her, imitating her to keep breathing.

"Geeh...Sister, it's fun."

Song Nuan turned her head and looked at her, and said with a smile: "Is it fun? Do we look like little fairies who can fly around the clouds now?"
To be continued...