Until she finished eating, Han Ying was still immersed in the shock Song Hongguo had created for her. Those words sounded wrong, but somehow they felt reasonable. However, they undoubtedly opened a new door to her past world.

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It turns out that women don’t have to get married. They can live very well without men. They can even be more comfortable without those filthy parents.

As for other people looking at her differently, as long as she doesn't care, what can she do?

Song Hongguo conveyed this feeling to her, confident and free, living without relying on men. When Han Ying left, her eyes were bright and she felt as if she had been beaten to death.

Ling Zhi reminded, "Aren't you afraid of scaring her with what you just said? Your situation is different. If she is affected by you, will her family be in trouble? If you are affected..."

Song Hongguo was too full, so she led the two little ones to the guest house slowly, just to eat. After hearing this, she said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, she's not stupid, and she can't have any opinions? What did I say?

What did she just listen to?"

"Then why did you say those words?"

"Because that's what I really think in my heart. The most important thing in making friends is sincerity. I don't need to pretend in front of her. If she is frightened, it only means that we have bad tempers. It will be better if we don't get along later.

After getting along for a long time, why don’t we part ways because of our different views?”

Ling Zhi was thoughtful.

Song Hongguo smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "This is my attitude towards dealing with things. In your future dealings with your friends... it's up to you to do whatever makes you feel comfortable. As long as you have a clear conscience."

Ling Zhi said "hmm" and his brows stretched. He was really worried that she would ask him that way. He couldn't be so free and carefree and do anything he wanted for the time being.

…

Back at the guest house, Song Hongguo boiled several pots of hot water, and the mother and son took turns taking a bath. After soaking in the hot water, her already tired body became even more sleepy and weak. She had no energy to read or make clothes anymore, so she turned off the lights and went to bed early.

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I thought I would be comfortable after just sleeping. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes the next day, Song Hongguo stretched her waist and almost screamed. Her whole body was sore, as if she had been run over. She lay down with a grimace on her face.

I didn't want to move under the covers at all.

However, Ling Zhi was as energetic as a calf. He didn't feel any discomfort at all. He got up as soon as he opened his eyes. When he was getting dressed, he kept urging Ling Yuan, "Hurry up, we have a lot to do today."

Do it, don’t dawdle.”

Song Hongguo, "..."

What if she wants to take another day off?

Ling Yuan yawned, rubbed his eyes, and became energetic. He sat up with a smile and said to Song Hongguo, "Mom, you can sleep a little longer."

Song Hongguo was touched and embarrassed that her son was so considerate. She laughed and tried to discuss with Ling Zhi, "I'm not in a hurry to check out anyway. How about we move later?"

Ling Zhi frowned, with a serious look on his face, "It can't be any later. There is a lot of work today. If we don't do it quickly, another day will be wasted."

"There's not much work, right? The house has been cleaned..."

"The house has been cleaned, but it's still empty. Don't you want to buy anything? Didn't the Zhao family's cousin say that today is the Xiguan Fair, and you don't want to go and see it? We also have so much luggage that we can't organize it properly when we move there.

?There is also so much empty land in the front and back yards. If we don’t clear it out quickly, how will we grow vegetables when the weather warms up in a few days? There is also the private land. I see that the wheatgrass in it is taller than the wheat seedlings, so I have to pull it out quickly.

,besides……"

"Stop!" Listening to his small mouth blaring incessantly, like Monk Tang reciting sutras, Song Hongguo rubbed her forehead helplessly, "How old do you think you are, why are you so verbose?"

Ling Zhi pursed his lips and asked seriously, "Aren't those things I just said wrong? Are they all meaningless words?"

Song Hongguo choked for a moment, but when he saw what he was about to say again, she hurriedly said, "Yes, what you said is correct, then I'll listen to you, let's arrange it this way first."

Ling Zhi stared at her, his eyes self-evident.

Song Hongguo groaned in pain and struggled to sit up, "Can't I get up?"

When Ling Zhi saw this, he curled up his lips and went to wash up. He didn't forget to tell him, "Let's cook and eat by ourselves in the morning. Just keep it simple."

Song Hongguo, who originally planned to drink mutton soup, said, "..."

This was different from what she had seen in her previous life. It was a normal drama. Shouldn't it be a parent grabbing a child who was lying in bed to get up early, complaining about their laziness, and assigning them to work?

Why is it the other way around now? She has become the one being dominated.

Ling Yuan said with a grimace on her face, and whispered into her ear, "When we were on the farm, my father used to laugh and call my brother a housekeeper. He had to worry about everything. But I also heard from my father that my brother used to be a housekeeper.

Otherwise, it’s the master who can’t help the oil bottle when it falls. He couldn’t force him later. Dad went out to work. If he didn’t support the family, our life would be even more difficult.”

Hearing this, Song Hongguo pinched his nose in a funny way, "Little clever guy, I'm not angry, but you can say good things for your brother."

Ling Yuan jumped out of bed with a smile, "I'll help mom bake clothes."

…

The egg water for breakfast was a bowl for each person, and they were soaked in peach cakes to eat. After eating, they started to pack their things. Two large boxes were filled to the top, and there were two sacks, plus the cotton she took out from the space.

After pounding it hard, they all were put on the trolley and tied up with ropes. Song Hongguo pulled her. The two little guys were afraid that she would be tired, so they held hands to help her. The mother and son went to check out the room and finished their work.

I left around seven o'clock.

It was already dawn, and there were many people on the road, all workers rushing to work. The mother and son didn't bother to look around, and walked straight to the west. After passing the Dongguan Brigade, they saw from a distance that there were many people on both sides of the road.

There are various stalls, all of which are quite large. There is a long stretch, and there are vague sounds of conversation, and it is very lively.

Ling Zhi frowned, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

But Ling Yuan was very excited and walked quickly, "Mom, is that the market?"

"Well, you haven't seen it before?"

Ling Yuan shook his head and whispered, "On the farm, except for the supply and marketing cooperative, no one is allowed to buy or sell anything. You will be caught."

Song Hongguo touched his head and said, "Individual trading is not allowed here, but those who set up stalls in the market do so in the name of the collective, so there will be no problem."

She guessed that there should be some personal things mixed in here, and they were all tacitly understanding each other. She had heard old people who lived in the 1960s talk about this period of history. Some places might have been very violent.
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