Niu Er's eyes were wide as a cow's, "Come on, what does he know? If you say something, he won't dare say anything. I could tell he's just your little lackey."
Lin Qiao: "..."
"What are you talking about? If you keep on I'll just not go."
Niu Er had a lively spirit; if he wasn't allowed to go, he would probably persist forever.
Upon hearing this, Niu Er's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, I'll shut up. Come over later for a meal, I'll go weigh the meat now." With that, he shouldered his hoe and rushed off.
Back at the Song Family's house, Li Guifen and others were scraping the moss off the ground. It's a slow task that not many households bother with for food.
"Dad." Song Ling ran over and hugged him. Once picked up, he gave him a kiss and earnestly apologized, "Dad, I'm the bad one. I spoke wrongly of you. I won't do it again."
"Dad, will you forgive me?"
Song Tingfan had never blamed him. He shook his head, "I didn't blame you."
