It was the first day of the Spring Festival, and the first thing that happened to Song Yi was his disciple finding him and asking after a red packet, which was a unique experience, even for him. In the end, he took two small red pouches from his sleeves and gave one Su Tang and Su Nuo respectively. Then he said sternly, “Work hard during the new year!”
Su Nuo never expected that he would get a red packet, and he didn’t dare to reach out his hand to accept it. Meanwhile, Su Tang just smiled and took the packet over casually while saying, “Thank you, Master Song.”
Song Yi only had a faint impression of Su Nuo, not really seeing him as particularly clever or clumsy. Over the years Song Yi had taught many male disciples, and Su Nuo didn’t stand out to him among them, especially with Su Tang, his genius sister, for comparison.
However, he was still the younger brother of his disciple, so Song Yi would show him at least a bare minimum amount of care when it was appropriate. Of course, there would be a difference between the incidental concern he would show for his disciple’s brother and the heartfelt concern he had for his disciple.
And it wasn’t like Su Tang didn’t have eyes. Sometimes whether two people could get along together or not was something that depended on fate. It was this sort of fate that had caused Song Yi to find her so pleasing to the eye and want to accept her as his disciple in the first place.
Because of this, even if Su Tang was playing small tricks on him every day, he was still very happy to see her. Then, compare Suo Nuo, who was always showing a very clever and sensible side, but who Song Yi didn’t have any particular good feelings for.
But since the two of them didn’t seem to get along, Su Tang had no intentions of trying to force anything. Anyway, she alone was enough to take good care of Su Nuo.
After accepting the small red packet, Su Tang opened it and found that there was an exquisite little golden pig inside. Meanwhile, Su Nuo’s was a small golden ox. The two animals correspond to their birth signs.
Then, right in front of Song Yi, Su Tang carefully weighed it with her hand. After determining that it should be worth of or two gold taels, she looked up at Song Yi and said, “This disciple thanks master.”
“Ridiculous!” Song Yi looked at his little disciple and scolded her with a smile.
Of course, for Su Nuo, this was the first time he had ever seen gold, and he didn’t even know what to do with it. But before he could worry for long Su Tang quickly pulled him up and said to Song Yi, “Anyway, this disciple won’t keep master waiting any longer and will go to make breakfast now.”
With those words, she dragged Su Nuo along to run away, leaving Song Yi to blink at the now empty doorway they had just disappeared through. He snorted and said, “This wild girl.”
“Master, don’t you like the young miss better like this?” Pengmo heard his grumbling and couldn’t help but speak up.
After all, if Su Tang didn’t have such a lively temperament it was likely that Song Yi wouldn’t be so fond of her. Pengmo could see this clearly from the way his master spoiled the young miss.
When Song Yi heard that, he glanced over at Pengmo and then pushed a red packet into his hands before saying: “What are you doing chattering here? Not going to the kitchen to help with the fire? You know that girl can’t light a fire properly, don’t let her burn the kitchen down again.”
Pengmo immediately knelt down when his master passed him the red packet, and when he heard Song Yi’s words he hurriedly stood up to head to the kitchen. In fact, Su Tang really couldn’t properly make a fire using these ancient people’s stoves. How could there be such strange earthen stoves in modern times, right? However, fortunately, Su Dani used to do a lot of housework and Su Tang had inherited some of her memories, so she wasn’t completely clueless.
But, after all, Su Dani had been young and not very skilled, so last time when Su Tang had tried to light the stove, she had accidentally burned herself. After that, Song Yi would always have Pengmo help her so that she wouldn’t be hurt again.
He would show this kind of concern for any disciple, since it would be terrible for one of his students if their writing hand were to be injured, but it was also out of consideration for the fact that Su Tang was a girl and it wouldn’t be good if she were to get a scar. As for Pengmo, while it was true he had no talent for cooking, he could at least light a fire.
Pengmo swiftly left the room to go help Su Tang, and Song Yi stood up and walked over to the window. Looking outside, he could see the heavy snow from the previous year was still accumulated on the wall and being buffeted around by the cold winds. However, in just the twinkling of an eye, another year had already arrived. The Spring Festival had begun, and spring was on its way.
This was perhaps the most simple year Song Yi had ever lived, way out here in the tiny Qinghe Town, and it hadn’t been as lively without his children and grandchildren around. However, fortunately, it hadn’t been a lonely or cold year.
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