Song Yi was originally the Taifu of the Qihuang Kingdom and the emperor's tutor. He was once the noblest and most respected veteran in the capital. His daily busy schedule left him with almost no time to accompany his wife. Although he had not taken a concubine for many years and had grown old with his wife, he still After his wife died, he regretted it.
The person who had been with him all his life left, which made him feel a little disheartened. In addition, the chaos in Beijing became more and more chaotic, so he came to his wife's hometown with Pengmo.
Unwilling to let go of everything his wife had left behind, he just stubbornly persisted in himself, but when he heard what Su Tang said, his eyes turned red.
When he was young, he also didn't pay attention to his body. In winter, he would wear too thin clothes to go out. When he came back, his wife would tug his ear and lecture him for a long time. After that, his wife would always pay attention to what he wore every day. , don’t let him be the same as that time again.
Su Tang didn't know that she had hit Song Yi's mind unintentionally. She just wanted to talk more, thinking that if she could continue to make clothes for the old man, she would be able to get to know him better. If She was really knowledgeable, so she would try to find a way to get Su Nuo to become her disciple.
Unexpectedly, Song Yi covered her face and cried after hearing what Su Tang said. "Yes, she will definitely teach me a lesson, she will."
Su Tang was startled when she saw the old man like this. She glanced at Peng Mo next to her. Did she say something wrong
Song Yi wiped her tears and looked at the strange girl standing in front of her, "So your biological father treated you like this, how are you and your brother doing now, and you didn't go to worship the river god? Otherwise, why would you be standing here with us?" I am so sharp-tongued."
Why did the topic come back? Su Tang was a little confused, but since he asked, she should behave well, and she could still make clothes by then.
"We went to worship the river god. My stepmother threw my brother and grandpa into the Qingjiang River."
Song Yi was really stunned, because he thought that something might have happened, so Su Tang could live, but he didn't expect that he was actually sacrificed alive to the river god.
Holding the ink was also shocked, "Did you really throw it away?"
This is too scary. How old is Miss Sugar? His brother is not even younger. How can he be so cruel? He also comes from a poor family, but even if he is sold as a slave, he still has a way to survive. How can he be so cruel to himself? It's a child's.
"Yes, but my brother and I were lucky. The river god didn't accept us, so we survived. But our previous family didn't dare to raise us. Someone in the family happened to pass away, and we hoped that the adoptive heir would inherit the incense, so my brother and I adopted our current family. Dad.
Now that we have come out on our own, if it weren't for my father, we wouldn't have such an opportunity. In the future, I will work hard to make money, honor my father's filial piety, and bring back my brother's family who died outside, so I am working hard to make money now. "
After finishing speaking, Su Tang said to Song Yi, "So Master Song, would you like to consider asking me to make you a cotton-padded coat so that I can earn some money? I'm pretty good at my job, but my embroidery is terrible."
But I can draw flowers, and I have a special artistic talent. Master, whether you like flowers, grass, or gold ingots, I can draw them for you. If you don’t mind, I can also embroider them, but they may be more abstract and not very good. reality.
But I believe that Mr. Song, a person who is very tolerant at first sight, will definitely not be like ordinary people and have such general requirements, but a bit of personality, right? "
(End of chapter)