章 3: Chapter 03 A Nest Sided!_1
Old Woman Mrs. Wang was shoved and almost burst into swearing when she suddenly remembered her son had been sent to the commune, and that despicable sister's sibling seemed to have some abilities, even capable of riding in a car.
She glared at the retreating figures of Brigade Leader Song and his wife, spat out bitterly, realizing that her priority was to get Zhuzi back. Once her son came back, she would deal with those who had dared to hit her.
Meanwhile, Song Liang was running home with his wife, his heart pounding with fear.
His daughter's prophecy had come true.
The grain seeds in the west storehouse needed to be returned to the brigade immediately.
Even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare embezzle seeds. The brigade's warehouse had leaked in the spring, and his west storehouse was empty, which was why he temporarily stored them there for a while.
How did that become embezzlement?
Song Yunuan was pulled into the yard by Old Mrs. Song, and Old Man Song, who had just come back from the creek, did not yet know what had happened. Carrying a basket of fish, he said to Song Yunuan with a smile, "Little Nuan, Grandpa caught you some fish and shrimp. I'll make you shrimp sauce tonight, it's going to be delicious."
Following behind him, a five or six-year-old little boy emerged, delicate in features, plump and cute, especially his little round face, which looked pinchable.
This was Song Yunuan's younger brother, Song Mingsheng.
The little guy looked up at Song Yunuan, eagerly trying to impress, "I helped catch them, too! Look, sister, my shoes are all wet."
Finishing his words, he sat on the ground, took off his shoes, and showed his damp little feet to Song Yunuan.
[Ah, my little brother is so cute, I want to pinch his cheeks…]
Song Mingsheng was suddenly stunned.
Where was that voice coming from if sister hadn't moved her mouth to speak?
Old Man Song was also startled.
[Grandfather is so kind, like the grandfather from the folktale Calabash Brothers. It's a pity that when he and Grandma went to Beidu to file a complaint, they were beaten to death without the Calabash Brothers to save them!]
Old Mrs. Song pinched her husband, who was about to speak, and blinked heavily at him. The old man instantly understood and began to feel breathless.
Could it be that the legends about the Song family were true?
Song Yunuan noticed her mother going to open the west storehouse door and she quickly followed to see sacks bulging upon the shelves.
There really were some!
Song Liang called out to Xia Guilan in the yard, "Guilan, open the storehouse door. I will find someone to cart the grain seeds back to the brigade headquarters." Before he finished, he ran off.
Xia Guilan, seeing Song Yunuan looking inside, explained, "Little Nuan, this isn't ours; it belongs to the brigade. The brigade's warehouse got waterlogged in the spring, so the grain seeds were temporarily stored in our place."
Song Yunuan gave a soft "Oh."
[So, was my father being framed for embezzling grain seeds?]
Old Man Song finally caught his breath, reacting quickly with an excited and trembling voice, "I... I'll clean the fish and shrimp right now to make shrimp sauce for Little Nuan for lunch."
Then, he asked his grandson, "Understand?"
Song Mingsheng blinked his eyes, thought for a moment, and replied, "Understood!"
Grandpa had told him that the Song family hadn't always been simple farmers; they used to be high officials in the capital city. Once, however, a family member who could foresee the future had been found out by the Emperor, leading to the family being executed and their home destroyed, with only the youngest rightful heir escaping, staying incognito to this day.
With such a gene, it wouldn't be surprising for another to arise.
Indeed, one had come!
Cheek to cheek with his sister!
Song Yunuan watched with fascination as her grandfather and brother interacted, and when her brother offered his cheek for a pinch, she did just that, and it felt incredibly satisfying.
Song Yunuan forgot about earlier events, holding her brother as they went to wash his little feet.
Song Ting was about to say something when her mother pushed her, "Go wash Little Nuan's clothes."
Song Ting's eyes widened in defiance, "Why should I?"
Old Mrs. Song's eyes bulged, "You're her aunt, you've washed clothes for Siqi but never for Little Nuan, go make up for it right away."
Song Ting stomped her foot, "Does this thing even need to be fixed up?"
Wouldn't that mean she had to do twice as much work?
The next moment, she froze.
"The young aunt was beautiful and had a lovely singing voice, but unfortunately, her voice was poisoned into silence, and she was deceitfully married to the wrong man, just like Lin Jia, with her legs broken. She died without ever knowing who had harmed her."
"The Song family was the first group of villains, tidily dealt with by Lin Qing. Neither the second uncle nor the youngest uncle escaped. It was indeed a clean sweep!"
Old Mrs. Song felt a wave of darkness before her eyes and her body swayed, about to fall.
Song Yunuan quickly put down the little white bunny and held onto the old lady.
Old Mrs. Song was physically robust and quickly recuperated, enduring her shock and anger, and gently patted Song Yunuan's hand, "My dear granddaughter, Grandma is fine. Seeing you having understood makes Grandma happy. Right, Grandma sometimes speaks without a filter, don't take it to heart, I'll steam some rice and make fish sauce for you right now."
Song Yunuan swallowed hard.
She was a bit hungry after not eating breakfast in a fit of pique.
Song Ting felt afraid and dutifully went to wash her niece's clothes.
Song Yunuan thought it was only a matter of speaking, not expecting the young aunt would actually go, and quickly followed: "Little aunt, no need, I can wash them myself."
Song Ting: "Siqi always makes me wash her clothes, but I've never washed yours. I need to make it up."
Song Yunuan: "My little aunt is so kind. If I had a month's time, I could find a way to send little aunt to the county cultural troupe. Alas, what a pity."
Song Ting's eyes lit up, and she washed with even more vigor.
No problem, with little Fubao predicting the future, maybe everyone could survive.
Woof woof woof, if she could join the cultural troupe, she would wash her niece's clothes for a lifetime.
Song Yunuan finished washing her brother's feet and sat him on a stool.
Xia Guilan came bustling over, seeking favor, "Little Nuan, there will be many people in the yard later, don't let them bump into you, go lie down inside. I'll call you when food is ready."
Song Yunuan blinked. From the memories, since the original host had been sent back, the whole family had been pleasing her, speaking with utmost care.
"Mom, I'll go inside and lie down for a while. I'll help you with work once I feel better."
Mainly because she felt tired after integrating memories, and she hadn't recovered yet.
Xia Guilan was stunned; this was the first time Little Nuan had called her mom since being sent back home.
She said a choked "oh," tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Song Yunuan, thinking that now the child was willing to call her mom, she had to work harder, earn more work points, and buy Little Nuan a dress for the summer.
Then, she felt a heaviness in her heart.
If things went as Little Nuan had predicted, Lin Qing, both ruthless and capable, definitely wouldn't let the Song family off.
After they had moved back the grain seeds, they needed to discuss thoroughly what to do.
Song Yunuan entered the room and looked at herself in the mirror, smiling.
This body was about eighty percent similar to her own, with willow leaf-shaped eyebrows and bright, shiny eyes. A seventeen-year-old girl's smile was charming and fetching.
In fact, she hadn't paid much attention to the book.
But now, as long as she recalled it, she could know the detailed plot.
Exceptionally clear.
It was as if there was a library in her brain that she could access at will.
Could this be a little perk of transmigrating into the book?
At this time, a group of people entered the courtyard.
A man said to Song Liang, "Brigade Leader Song, just keep the grain seeds at your place, why bother moving them, it's exhausting."
"I don't want to fuss either, but see, this morning I noticed there were big rats inside, and besides, the storeroom is dry now. This is, after all, public property. If the rats eat the seeds, I'll be blamed for stealing them. How could I clear my name?" Song Liang said helplessly.
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