Chapter 26: Things Going the Other Way (1)
Meng Qi had something to do after listening to the story, and she could walk outside, so she recovered quickly. Because she took the medicine on time and didn't have nightmares or scream at night, Song finally felt relieved.
After hearing Su Qing telling stories to the Fourth Young Miss every day, Wanxiang recovered quickly. Now she has started to serve the Fourth Young Miss, listening to Jiaohong's instructions every day.
That day, Meng Shao came with Jiang and his two sons.
"So, you can stay until you go back with me and Sister Qi?" Song, holding Jiang's youngest son in her arms, named Brother Yue, said happily.
"That's right. Grandfather's health is getting better and better. Master Fang Zhi went there again yesterday and told us that the star in the west is getting darker and darker. It will disappear in seven or eight days." Meng Shao said with a smile as he sat below Song.
"Amitabha, this is great. It's worth it that sister Qi and I have been bored in this West House for so many days, and sister Qi has suffered for nothing. And my brother Lang, he has to suffer as well." Song waved to brother Lang, and brother Lang walked to Song's side obediently.
"Brother Lang didn't commit the same offense again after he returned, did he?"
"No, maybe there are no such flowers and plants at home." Jiang smiled, "It will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine."
"That's really strange. I checked all the flowers and plants in the west house, but didn't find anything wrong." Song was puzzled.
Meng Shao smiled and said, "Maybe it's not just the flowers and plants. The doctor also said that it might be a reaction from what I eat and drink, the flowers and plants, and my own reasons."
Song nodded, "That's good. With you by my side, my great-grandmother won't be lonely anymore."
"Isn't Fourth Aunt accompanying Great-Grandma?" Lang Ge raised his head and asked softly.
"Your fourth aunt is busy listening to stories all day long and has no time to talk to your great-grandmother." Song said cheerfully.
"Grandma, I didn't. I eat with you every day and tell you stories I heard." Meng Qi walked over unhappily, pushed Lang Ge away and acted coquettishly next to Song.
Brother Lang held onto Meng Qi's legs and asked repeatedly, "What storytelling? Fourth aunt, whose storytelling do you want to listen to? Is it good?"
"It's nice. It's told by a maid from the west house. She'll come tell the story later and you can listen too." Meng Qi was rarely so generous, and Brother Lang nodded repeatedly when he heard her.
Jiang went to see Song with a puzzled look on her face. Mother Wu smiled and picked up Brother Yue and handed him to the wet nurse, while telling her about Su Qing.
"I didn't expect that there is a girl who can tell stories in the West House. Now Brother Lang won't be bored anymore." Meng Shao said with a smile.
"Brother, that is the girl who tells me stories, not for Brother Lang." Meng Qi said unhappily.
"What I tell you, I can naturally tell Brother Lang as well. Then you two can listen together." Song said with a smile.
"How can I listen to it? Qing'er has already told me the part where Monkey King made trouble in Heaven. I don't want to listen to it again." Meng Qi said unhappily.
Song thought for a while and said, "Then let's do this. You listen in the morning and tell Brother Lang in the afternoon, okay?" Song coaxed Meng Qi.
Meng Qi then nodded reluctantly, "Dongmei, go tell Qing'er not to speak too fast to Brother Lang, and not to speak before I can hear."
Jiang was unhappy when she heard this, but she didn't show it. She watched Dongmei leave with a smile on her face.
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Su Qing was in a dilemma. If she continued to talk about this to Young Master Lang, it would be too long. She would have to repeat the story again after listening to one part. It would be fine if there were two people listening together, but it would be like a teacher teaching a class with one student in the first grade and the other in the fifth grade. The progress was different and she had to repeat the same content twice. Su Qing suddenly felt overwhelmed.
But since the master had spoken, there was no reason for him to refuse. Looking at the little boy with big eyes in front of him, Su Qing suddenly had a good idea. There are many short stories about Confucius and Mencius to teach children. Why not tell that to Master Lang? It won't take long and it can also play an educational role, so he won't be scolded if he makes a mistake.
So from that day on, Su Qing began her storytelling career to her two students.
Jiang's second son, Yueger, is good in every way, he can eat and sleep well, but he doesn't like to talk. No matter what the family members try, this child still doesn't like to speak. It's not that he can't speak, he can call out "Dad" and "Mom" when he is anxious, but he just doesn't say much.
When Jiang came in, Brother Yue followed his brother and wanted to take the knife in Brother Lang's hand, but he was short and couldn't reach it. He didn't cry or make a fuss, but rested for a while before trying again.
Chunyi came in with a crystal plate.
"What is this? It looks so pretty in red and yellow." Song was sitting on a low couch. Her eyesight wasn't very good due to her old age.
Jiang smiled and said, "Yes, uncle. After sending us here a few days ago, he went to a few nearby farms outside the city to have a look. The peaches produced in Xiushui Farm are the largest, juicier, sweeter and more delicious. So, he sent someone to bring them back as fast as he could for grandma to taste."
"Okay, okay. Shao Ge'er has been like this since he was a child. He never forgets to eat a bite of me no matter what he eats."
"That's because I grew up by your side since I was a child. You taught me well." Mother Wu said as she tried to take the peach to share.
"I'll do it, I'll divide it," Lang Ge'er suddenly put down the small wooden sword in his hand and shouted.
"Tell him to divide it, tell him to divide it. Dongmei, wipe his hands." The old lady said with a smile.
After Lang Ge'er asked the maid to wipe his hands, he ran to the table, looked at the peaches on the plate again and again, took out the biggest one, ran to the old lady and put it in her hand, then came back and picked out another big one and put it in Jiang's hand, and then gave Qi Jie'er's, which made the old lady nod her head repeatedly.
As luck would have it, there were two peaches on the plate at that time. Although they were both full, they still looked big and small. Lang looked at them again and again, picked up the big one, and just when everyone thought he would take a bite, he ran to Yue, ignoring his brother who was having fun playing with the little wooden sword, and stuffed it into Yue'er's arms. Then he ran back and took the smallest one, sat on the embroidery cushion and started eating it.
This time, Song was shocked. She looked up at Jiang, who also looked puzzled.
"My dear, come to your great-grandmother."
Lang Ge'er walked towards Song while eating a peach.
"Tell great-grandmother why you gave her the biggest one?"
"Because great-grandmother is the oldest."
"That means the older you are, the more you deserve the biggest prize!"
"Yes, the big ones are for adults."
"You are older than Yue Ge'er, why did you give the older one to him?"
"Because I want to learn from Kong Rong. Unfortunately, Kong Rong gave up the pear, so I can only give up the peach." After saying this, Lang Ge'er continued eating.
"What Kong Rong, what pear?" the old lady asked Xu. Xu was also at a loss. At this time, Lang'er's nurse stepped forward and said, "Old lady, this is a story that the maid who told stories to the fourth young lady these days told Young Master Lang."
"Story? What story did you hear?" Song asked again.
Lang Ge'er had already finished eating the peach. He let the maid wipe his hands and said, "It's the story of Kong Rong giving up his pears. A long time ago, there was a child named Kong Rong..."
"Oh, so Qing'er isn't telling you stories about Monkey King every day?" Sister Qi asked from the side.
"And the story of Sun Wukong? Is it interesting? I want to listen to it tomorrow too."
"Grandma, is this Su Qing the girl who tells stories to Fourth Sister? I didn't expect that she would tell such a story to Langge'er." Jiang had always believed that the girl who could tell stories only told stories to amuse children, but she never thought that it had such a profound meaning.
"I don't know either. I only know that the girl would make Sister Qi laugh every day when she came to tell her stories, and she could keep Sister Qi quiet for a long time. But I didn't know that what she told Brother Lang was actually different."
"Grandma, I want to meet this Su Qing." Jiang said after thinking for a while.
"Okay, I'll ask Dongmei to ask her to come to your place later."