re. All I can do is try to keep the remaining children as far away from those people as possible, especially the girls. I'm afraid they'll be abused."The boy swallowed the food in his mouth in three o...Song Dachuan didn't care about his daughter's appearance like Hui Niang did. He was genuinely planning for Lianyi's future. After all, given her current situation, unless she had a substantial dowry, finding a suitable husband would be difficult. But how could a man marrying for the dowry truly treat his daughter well

Because of such thoughts, Song Dachuan was also considering his daughter's future, after all, they as a couple couldn't accompany their child for life.

"You're right, Dad. Last time at my little brother's wedding banquet, Lian Yi helped out in the kitchen. She secretly learned some dishes from the chef. Maybe we can give her a chance to be the chef one day and cook up a feast for us. Once word gets around about how good she is, people will start hiring her. She could make a living doing this."

Hui Niang agrees with her husband's plan.

Only ripples of warmth in the bedroom as Tiger was cared for, sighed helplessly after hearing what the couple said. She never imagined she'd have to play the role of a chef one day.

After the autumn harvest was over, Song Dawan and Hui Niang didn't idle. They began preparing to plant winter wheat. Lian Yi helped with breeding this time and planted the winter wheat before the frost arrived. They even covered the wheat seedlings with a layer of straw mat to keep them warm, hoping for a good harvest next spring.

Before winter came, Cat's last big task was finished. Song Dachuan would go to Wanshan Town and see if he could find some odd jobs to do, at least to bring in some income for the family. This matter hadn't been stopped by Ripple, it just ensured that Song Dachuan had enough to eat and stay warm, and stipulated that he shouldn't do any overly strenuous labor.

Song Dachuan did this to show the villagers and Lao Song's people, after all, he had emptied his family fortune, supporting his parents and elder brother, and now he could only tighten his belt.

Since the idea of "spending money to avoid disaster" through ripples, the Song family in Songjia Village couldn't reach them, and they even gained a good reputation. The Song Dachuan family stayed at home and continued to live a good life, while the cat recuperated at home.

"I heard from your aunt Meng that Da Shan has been missing and nobody knows where he went."

Hui Niang and Lian Yi were currently doing needlework on the warm kang, chatting about Song Da Shan's affairs.

He did something like that, he must have run far away. His picture is still posted on the town notice board! For his own life, he wouldn't dare to come back.

Liàn yī smiled and said.

The Yao family is quite cautious in their actions. They put out a warrant for Song Dajian under the charge of theft. This way, even if Song Dajian never shows up again, no one will suspect anything and they'll all assume he's just hiding after committing a crime.

It can be imagined that Old Song wouldn't want his most beloved youngest son to return at this time. Hiding outside would at least allow him to survive, but if he came back, imprisonment would be the least of his worries. Offending a noble person could very well cost him his life.

"Oh! You've spoiled your little uncle rotten. Who in their right mind would have a boy his age just lazing around at home Even if he couldn't work the fields, he could go to town and do some odd jobs or learn a trade. It's better than wasting his days idling about."

Back then, before the family split, your father did most of the chores around the house. I was under pressure from your grandmother to do endless housework. Back then, Song Dashan didn't seem lazy at all.

Since we split up, all our comrades fell under your uncle's control. They didn't want to, but only realized the value of our family once it was too late.

"Mom, all that is in the past. Don't keep thinking about him. The more you think, the worse your mood will be. You should think about the good things. Now that Huzi's weakness is basically cured and I'm back, our family is together. We can overcome any difficulties and life will definitely get better."

"Yeah, my daughter is right. What's the point of thinking about those bad things How the Lao Song family lives their life has nothing to do with us."

When Hui'niang heard Lianyi's words, she changed the subject:

"Ripple, Miss Dong Er should have arrived in Kyoto by now!"

"It should be about time."

After arriving in Kyoto, will you get married immediately

"If nothing major happens, they should get married soon."

"I hope Miss Dong Er has a smooth journey and never looks back at the mountain town."

Hui Niang suddenly said.

"What are you afraid of"

"Of course, your mother is afraid that she'll have designs on you again. Ever since you got the ointment from Puji Hall in town, I've noticed the scars on your face getting smaller and lighter."

Hui Niang, as a mother, is still very qualified. She has noticed all the changes in her daughter.

"Don't worry, mother. I'll be careful. I paid a heavy price to leave the Dong Mansion, I don't want to go back again."

Before it got dark, the two finished making Tiger's new cotton clothes for the New Year. When dusk fell, Song Dachuan also returned home. After having dinner, the whole family went to bed early.

On the other side, Dong Qinglian traveled a long distance. When she entered Kyoto's territory, she used her means to make Yao Dajun's personal maid, Xia, sick and die, eliminating her first potential enemy.

When Madam Dong followed her young mistress into the Yao residence, she was overwhelmed by the grandeur. However, she remained composed and kept all the maidservants, wives, and servants under control, ensuring that her mistress's reputation remained intact.

Since they hadn't formally wed yet, Miss Dong Er only paid respects to Mrs. Yao and Mr. Yao, garnering a wave of goodwill before moving into another courtyard within the Yao residence. She would depart from there on her wedding day, which was customary in Kyoto.

Dong Jia's brother, Dong Gege, accompanied his sister to her wedding. He had no intention of returning home and was using the excuse of sending his sister off and studying to stay in Kyoto. He wanted to build connections and secure a government position for himself, but he couldn't rush things since his sister hadn't officially entered her husband's family yet.

After settling Young Mistress Dong and her entourage, Master Yao immediately went to see his mother.

Master Yao, being a meticulous person, visited his father in the study before seeing his mother alone. He presented his father with travelogues and biographical accounts he had written along the way, asking for his father's review.

Mr. Yao has already noticed something, but he can't tear his face at this stage, so he still examines the other party's homework as usual and lets him go to see his mother. Only then did Young Master Yao go to see his own mother.

"Mother, I'm home."

"My son, it hasn't gone as smoothly as we hoped, has it"

Although Mrs. Yao is over forty, she takes good care of herself and looks to be in her early thirties. She just has some fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

"Mother, the messenger we pursued has died, but we found nothing on him. We used the Dong family's connections to mobilize the constables, but we haven't found any leads."

Master Yao frowned and said.

Madam Yao let out a sigh inwardly. For now, she was still able to hold it together. Her cousin had already gone into hiding. Without this most important witness, she could find reasons to brush aside those so-called pieces of evidence. The best solution would be to destroy the evidence altogether.

"Mother, what do we do next"

"First, get married. Set up your household before you think about establishing a career. Then we can figure out how to pass down the title to you."

Mrs. Yao had already made up her mind.s out of bullets and immediately ordered his men to attack again.The ripples were too much to bear, so I directly provoked the little finger. The opponent's head fell to the ground, and there was a mo...