The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 25
Zhao Dalei glanced at Song Ying, hesitant to speak.

As a brother, he doesn't even care about his own daughter, so he doesn't pay attention to other people's affairs.

Come to think of it, Song Zhi has lived in a muddle these past few years!
Year after year he worked outside the home and earned so much money, but none of it went to his own daughter.

Speaking of this, Zhao Dalei felt that he was really too confused.

But the matter has passed, and now Song Zhi's appearance is correcting, he still doesn't want to sprinkle salt on Song Zhi's wound.

"Aren't you busy? In the future, you should pay more attention to your nephew! You don't know, this brat is busy walking darts all day long, and he won't find me a daughter-in-law!"

Speaking of this, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then thought that Zhao Dalei's son Zhao Bo is now 16 years old, and it is almost time to see his wife.

Thinking about it carefully, my daughter is already 14 years old, and it is time to see her.

But when he thought of this, Song Zhi felt a little uncomfortable.

Over the years, he owed his daughter too much.

Look at this skinny little girl in front of her, she is already 14 years old, but she looks like a 12-year-old girl.

Looking at it with a clear eye, she knew that her daughter Song Ying had suffered a severe deficit in her body over the years, and she hadn't eaten any good things, otherwise she wouldn't have grown up like this.

Thinking of this, the tears in Song Zhi's eyes became hot.

Stretching out his chopsticks, Song Zhi picked up a piece of meat and put it in Song Ying's bowl.

"Your body needs to be replenished, eat more meat! Don't be polite to your uncle and aunt!"

Zhao Dalei and Hu Qin heard Song Zhi's words, then looked at Song Zhi's red eyes, knowing what he was thinking, and the couple looked at each other.

Finally, I am not confused, now I know that I love my daughter.

"No, your little girl's family is so thin and weak! Don't be polite to your aunt today, eat more meat!" Hu Qin also put meat in the bowl for Song Ying.

Song Ying looked at everyone with a smile, said "hmm", and then obediently ate.

Not to mention, Huqin's craftsmanship is really good.

The pork is fried just right, and it tastes delicious in your mouth.

Song Ying whetted her appetite all of a sudden, and then went to eat with big mouthfuls.

All four of them enjoyed this meal.

After Song Zhi and Zhao Dalei had dinner, they talked about some things.

When Song Ying saw it, she followed Hu Qin and helped her clean the dishes.

"You girl, your body is still weak, go and rest! Auntie can do these things!" Hu Qin looked at Song Ying's emaciated appearance, and said with some distress.

"Auntie, it's fine. I'm in poor health now, and I can make up for it if I eat something good during this time. I can help with some things, and I can exercise my muscles and bones, or the whole person will be idle. Moldy!" Song Ying said with a smile.

"You! What a hard worker! Haven't you done enough at Lao Song's house before? If you really want to help, go and help my aunt add some firewood to the stove. I just need to boil some hot water in the pot to scald my feet. !" Hu Qin thought of something, and handed over the lightest work to Song Ying.

Song Ying also knew that Aunt Hu had good intentions, so she nodded and sat in front of the stove.

"By the way, when you go back at night, ask your father to boil some hot water for you! Don't look at the weather. It's getting warmer, but it's still cold at night. Burn your feet with hot water, and you'll sleep warm at night. I heard I told a doctor that, especially for people like us, using hot water to scald our feet every night is very beneficial!" Hu Qin thought of something and couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Well, I got it, auntie! I'll boil water and scald my feet when I get back!" Song Ying nodded, keeping Hu Qin's words in mind.

After the sky darkened, Song Zhi took Song Ying to leave.

As soon as he got home, Song Zhi suddenly remembered something.

"Almost forgot! My daughter, we have to thank someone tomorrow! If you had an accident that day, without his help, you probably wouldn't have survived to be treated!"

When Song Ying heard this, she froze for a moment.

"Father, how do you say that?"

"Do you still remember that there was an old drunkard, a barefoot doctor in the village?" Song Zhi asked as he entered the kitchen.

Song Ying shook her head. After all, she hadn't transmigrated to the original owner at that time, so she naturally didn't remember it.

"Speaking of this matter, our father and daughter are also lucky! At that time, you fell unconscious in the wasteland, with blood on your head. I just came back from outside the village after finishing a job, and I heard that you had an accident Yes, hurried over here."

"You were already dying at that time. I had no choice but to send it to the old drunkard, a barefoot doctor in the village. The old drunkard can only treat some trauma. When I saw you, I had less breath in and out. Duo, he said he couldn't save you, so he could only prick you with three silver needles to keep your life alive. He told me to send you to the Miaoshou Medical Center in the county immediately. He said that only by going here can he save your life !"

"Sure enough, according to what he said, I found your Uncle Da Lei and Uncle Li. The two of them drove an ox cart and sent you all the way to the Miaoshou Medical Center in the county. Only then did I rescue you!"

Song Ying was dumbfounded when she heard this.

It turned out that the original owner had experienced so many things when he was unconscious!

No wonder she has no memory at all. It turns out that the original owner had already passed out.

"So! Speaking of which, the drunkard old man is also your savior! We should go there tomorrow with a generous gift to thank you!" Song Zhi said gratefully.

"It should be!" Song Ying nodded and said.

Having said that, Song Ying also found something about the old alcoholic in the memory of the original owner.

No one in the village knew what the old drunkard's original name was.

Just because he liked to drink all day after he moved here, everyone called him the old drunkard.

Don't underestimate the old drunkard, although he is drunk all day long, he is very good at treating minor illnesses.

Because the village chief's family respected the old drunkard very much, everyone guessed that the old drunkard had a special background!
"Father, I remember that among the things Mr. Qin sent were two jars of wine! Why don't you send a jar of wine tomorrow! As the saying goes, give gifts to others!" Song Ying said with a smile.

Although Song Zhi is not good at wine, he also knows that wine is a precious thing.

But no matter how good things are compared with the life of his own daughter, Song Zhi is willing to send a jar of wine.

"Okay, then I have to ask your Uncle Da Lei for help tomorrow! With my current hands, there is really no way!"

(End of this chapter)