The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 264: Children's Stuff

"No!" Song Yunfeng answered with gritted teeth, his face full of shame and anger. Even if Yuanyuan had the strength to support him, he couldn't let a girl do such a thing, not to mention that he couldn't just treat himself as a puppet at the mercy of others, right?

Seeing that Shen Yan was really about to leave, Song Yunfeng became anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and the "sense of urgency" in his body became stronger and stronger.

"and many more..."

However, Shen Yan had already stepped out of the room lightly and closed the door gently, leaving Song Yunfeng standing there in a daze, his eyes full of helplessness and surprise.

Not long after, Shen Yan came back, holding a chamber pot in her hand, looking a little embarrassed, "No need to stand up, just sit like this, take off your pants first, and then sit up straight with your back on my shoulder."

Song Yunfeng opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, with mixed feelings in his heart. This was the most embarrassing and awkward thing he had ever experienced in his life, but at this moment he could only follow Shen Yan's instructions.

Shen Yan held the chamber pot and sat on the edge of the bed with Song Yunfeng, letting him lean on her comfortably. She seemed to deliberately look away, pretending not to see it all, but such a move seemed to have little effect in alleviating the embarrassment.

Song Yunfeng wanted to cover Shen Yan's ears. The sound that was hard to ignore made him want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. After finally finishing the job, Song Yunfeng felt that his dignity was shattered in front of Shen Yan.

It was not until Shen Yan had left for a long time that Song Yunfeng gradually recovered from the embarrassment and began to comfort himself in his heart - Shen Yan was his partner, and there should be no shame between them. If the roles were reversed, he would do the same for her without hesitation.

Before leaving, Shen Yan carefully told Yi Ge'er and Yuan Yuan that if anything happened, they must go to Uncle Jiang for help. Afterwards, she made some simple wooden forks at home as self-defense tools, and carried a bamboo basket on her back, ready to go up the mountain.

Thinking of the shrimps in the mountain river, she went to the kitchen to get a strainer, which was more convenient than using a fishing net. In addition, she also brought a small iron bucket. After everything was ready, she walked towards the depths of the forest.

The last time she went to collect herbs, she had encountered poisonous snakes many times on this mountain. That's right, this time she went up the mountain to find those snakes so that she could extract the venom and make some poison for self-defense. At the same time, she did not forget to collect poisonous herbs along the way, each of which could become a valuable resource for self-defense.

She carefully shuttled through the dense forest, taking every step carefully to avoid stepping on dead branches and leaves, so as not to disturb the creatures in the forest. Finally, in a corner where the sun was sparsely shining, she found the rare seven-leaf clover that even poisonous snakes could not avoid. She gently picked the tender green leaves, chewed them carefully, and carefully applied them on her exposed skin. She even covered the bottom of the bamboo basket she carried with a thick layer of seven-leaf clover, just in case.

Holding the hand-polished wooden fork that had accompanied her for many years, she took a firm step and stepped into the sparsely populated grass. The wooden fork tapped around, both to explore and to warn, and the rhythm seemed to form a strange chord with the birdsong and insects singing in the forest.

In the early days, every summer morning, my grandfather would hold her hand and step into the deep and mysterious forests together. From the mountains in the northeast to the valleys in the southwest, my grandfather's footprints are almost everywhere in China. In those days, he not only taught her how to identify various herbs, but also taught her the wisdom of living in harmony with nature. Therefore, catching poisonous snakes is not only a survival skill for her, but also a legacy of my grandfather's memory.

At this moment, a white-browed pit viper with a silvery white luster and a prominent white line on its forehead came into her sight. It coiled among the weeds, spitting out its scarlet tongue provocatively, as if testing her courage and wisdom. Shen Yan's eyes were sharp and her reaction was quick. The wooden fork in her hand drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the snake's head. Her right hand tightened and firmly grasped the snake's neck, while her left hand pulled out a specially made large-mouthed porcelain bottle from her waist, and quickly aimed the bottle mouth at the snake's mouth, starting the dangerous but efficient process of sucking snake venom.

When there was no more venom left, Shen Yan threw the snake far into the jungle without hesitation, and then sealed the porcelain bottle tightly with a wooden cork. She knew that snake venom would dry easily, so after collecting the venom from the two snakes, she did not delay any longer.

Then, she stepped onto the clear stream in her memory. The gurgling stream seemed to be telling an ancient story. She took off the traces of herbs on her body and let the cool stream water wash away her fatigue and dust. The fun of catching shrimps followed. The shrimps in the stream jumped, more lively than expected. Soon, Shen Yan's iron bucket was filled with fresh shrimps, enough for a hearty dinner.

Thinking of the children and the sick elderly at home who needed care, she did not indulge in this simple happiness for too long. Lifting the heavy iron bucket and carrying the bamboo basket full of goods, she set out on the road home. The mountain road was muddy and slippery after the rain, and every step required extra caution. Although Shen Yan's steps were staggering, she remained firm. After a while, her trouser legs were stained with yellow mud, as if she was wearing nature's disguise.

Not far from her home, the noise of a group of children broke the tranquility of the forest. She looked intently and saw that they were pushing and shoving around a person, and that person was none other than her beloved little sister Yuanyuan, who was wearing the new clothes she had sewn for her not long ago!

"Yuanyuan!" Shen Yan's heart tightened, and she immediately called out her sister's name loudly, while quickening her pace.

After getting closer, Shen Yan found that Yuanyuan's hair was disheveled, obviously pulled roughly. Her little hands tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, which contained a few eggs, and there were scattered eggshell fragments on the ground. Yuanyuan's eyes were red, and her lips were tightly bitten, trying hard not to let the tears fall, her appearance made people feel pity.

There were both boys and girls in this group of children, including the fat boy Jin Zhu whom Shen Yan had helped before. When they saw Shen Yan appear, several children subconsciously wanted to escape, but they were stopped by her stern shout.

A girl who was about the same age as Yuanyuan snorted arrogantly and shouted, "Unlucky star!" In her eyes, Shen Yan was just a coward who would only go against Su Qiaoer and would never stand up for Yuanyuan.

Shen Yan's eyes swept through the crowd and locked onto the arrogant girl. It was Cui'er, the daughter of her uncle. She held her head high, her nostrils slightly flared, and her face was full of disdain. Her arrogance was very similar to that of her aunt, especially her high forehead, which was a sign of family inheritance. Shen Yan noticed the two velvet flowers on Cui'er's head, and the more she looked at them, the more familiar they felt.