Chapter 21 Terraced Windmills
Widow Yu tried her best and finally reached some kind of agreement with the group of northern hummers.

She limped home in the twilight, covered in bruises and pain, but that home had never given her warmth or support.

When I first got married, I felt the exhaustion of doing endless housework for others; later, I felt the pain of being beaten and scolded by my husband; and now, I feel the heavy burden and shackles of raising a daughter.

The reason why they targeted Ye Qiuniang was simply because they were both the most beautiful women in the area.

They are both beauties, but her life is so hard, while Ye Qiuniang's life is so sweet, and no matter how hard you try to harm her, she cannot be killed. There are always noble people helping Ye Qiuniang in her life, and in the end, she is the one who gets hurt.

Widow Yu felt particularly tired and had begun to believe in fate.

At this moment, a tall figure came into view. It was the man she wanted to rob, Song Dalin.

Song Dalin was in a hurry. After working a day's shift, he didn't show any sign of fatigue. Instead, he rushed to the side of his wife and children eagerly.

As if by some strange coincidence, Widow Yu called out to him, "Sir Song."

Then, it was not known whether Song Dalin heard it or not, but he looked normal and continued walking forward without looking back.

"Song Dalin!" Widow Yu raised her voice a few notches higher, causing passers-by to look over.

"Who is calling me?" Song Dalin looked naive and turned around awkwardly, then looked straight at Widow Yu.

"Sister-in-law Yu, are you calling me?"

Widow Yu smiled sadly. She was interested in this man and he didn't know it. She gave him a piece of tofu for free every time, and this continued for three years.

When Widow Yu saw that he accepted it every time, she thought he had tacitly approved of this ambiguity and was just waiting for Ye Qiuniang to die so that she could take the position.

Now it seems that he has just been playing dumb to take advantage of her.

"Song Dalin, how am I worse than Ye Qiuniang?" Widow Yu approached and asked in a low voice.

"What are you saying, sister-in-law? I don't understand." Song Dalin scratched his head with a frown.

"I said, if one day I stop selling tofu, will you remember me?"

Widow Yu thought that if Song Dalin had even a little affection for her, she would remind him of the danger.

"Huh? You don't sell tofu anymore? Don't worry, Sister Yu. Turn left at the alley toward the city gate and you'll find the fifth house that sells tofu. The neighbors will have plenty of tofu to eat."

After Song Dalin finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned away.

Only when Widow Yu disappeared from view did Song Dalin’s face turn cold.

It seems that this woman is going to take action. Come on, he is ready anyway.

When Song Dalin returned to the Song family, candles had already been lit. The dim light made the house very warm, making him smile unconsciously.

"I'm back." Song Dalin didn't shout loudly for fear of disturbing his wife and younger son.

He went to the kitchen first to warm himself off the cold, just as the children were busy in the kitchen.

“Dad!” “Dad!” “Dad!” “Dad!” “Dad!” “Dad!”

This call made six sounds, and in another year there would be seven. Song Dalin grinned with satisfaction, feeling a special sense of accomplishment.

His wife is really amazing. She gave birth to seven children. He only needs to raise seven children. It's not like other families, which require more women to have more children. It's a waste of food.

"Hey, good kids." Song Dalin wanted to pat everyone's head.

"Dad, didn't you say you were going to take a leave? You came back later than usual. My sister and brother almost went out to look for you."

Song Qingya had a headache, feeling that her father was becoming less and less reliable. When Song Dalin mentioned this, he looked strange, "Your father's salary has increased, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only increased the salary of ten small managers in the Woodware Department of the Ministry of Industry.

He said that it was for the purpose of farming next spring, and he encouraged us to make more advanced farming tools. If we really made them, we might even get promoted. "

Such weird things always happen. Song Dalin feels that his luck is too weird.

"Really? How much has it increased?" Song Qingya only cared about money.

"One or two taels." Song Dalin proudly stretched out a finger.

"Wow, you are so awesome! Why don't you look happy?" One tael is enough to buy vegetables for the Song family for a month.

"Well, what do you know, kid? Our Crown Prince never does business at a loss, and a tael of silver is very expensive.

You see, I can't take a day off today. I'm under so much pressure. Some of the senior managers want to stay in the Wood Products Department and not go home.

They are all researching farm tools, but it is not that easy to transform the same technology.”

Carpentry is a family tradition in the Song family, and Song Dalin is the best among them. At that time, he was just a fellow Jinshi and had no powerful background. Logically, he had no chance of being directly appointed as an official, let alone staying in Beijing.

But Song Dalin relied on his excellent carpentry skills to squeeze into the Ministry of Industry, where he stayed for many years and was promoted from the ninth rank to the seventh rank.

But now he has run out of ideas and it is extremely difficult to make further progress.

Song Dalin was used to telling his children some superficial things about officialdom to cultivate their knowledge.

At this time, Song Qingwan looked subtle and asked uncertainly, "Is it a farm tool? What is it used for? Farm tools are simple, right?"

Song Dalin's eyelids jumped. He had worked so hard to make something that he couldn't, but his daughter said it was simple? This, it's different when you hurt your brain.

"It's about farming tools. Your father and I happen to be in charge of the farming tools used to grow crops on the slopes of high mountains in remote areas.

Those places are the worst and lowest quality lands, with poor soil and lack of water. There are very few crops that can be grown, and it is extremely difficult to achieve results."

He has no back, so the job he was assigned was definitely not a lucrative one. And precisely because he had some free time, his superiors assigned him a secret mission. Song Dalin was still very satisfied with his current situation.

"According to what Dad said, it should be the hilly area in the southwest. The soil in the hills is mostly fertile. What is lacking is water. Then you can build a windmill to divert water and turn the hills into terraces, and then you can grow rice."

Song Dalin was stunned. "Are you talking about the windmill that your younger brother and sister play with?" A bamboo windmill that will spin when a child blows into it.

How strong a wind would it take to move a large cart carrying water? Song Dalin couldn't imagine it anyway.

"I'll draw a picture for you later."

"Dad, just trust my eldest sister. She drew several diagrams of the human body structure today. They are very realistic. Maybe she can really pay for Dr. Luo's medical expenses."

Song Qingya is particularly convinced of Song Qingwan and feels that she is more reliable than her father.

"What human body structure diagram?" The name sounds ominous.

Song Qingwan happened to have a copy with her, so she took it out and handed it to Song Dalin.

Song Dalin's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. When he unfolded the drawing, he was shocked by its contents.

The second and fourth children also came forward to look at the pictures, but they were not afraid of those organs. Instead, they said confidently, "It's so similar. Is this what the human body originally looked like?"

Song Dalin was speechless. It was not just similar, it was exactly the same. No butcher was as careful as her daughter when slaughtering pigs.

"How can you do this?" The Song family is a carpenter, not a butcher. How did the eldest daughter do it? If she hadn't studied a few corpses, she probably wouldn't be able to draw this effect, right?
(End of this chapter)