When the pears are green

"Xiangxiang, have you made up your mind? If you are sure you want to burn the tablet, I will get the axe now." Song Changhe reached out and touched the corner of Zhang's eyes. His mind kept flashing back to what happened in the fifteen years from the time Song Li was born to the time he fell into the water.

Zhang was stunned for a moment, she buried her head in Song Changhe's arms and asked, "Can't we do it tomorrow?"

"Xiangxiang, I'm not forcing you. There's a saying that goes "make a decision when it's time to make it." If she finds the tablet, how will she cope at home, and how will our family get along? Think about it, she has helped us a lot, whether it's Xiaoxing's studies or Xiaoyue's marriage. If it had happened a year ago, would you dare to imagine it?" Song Changhe touched Zhang's long hair. He didn't want to completely lose his daughter, Song Li.

Zhang pondered for a long time, and finally she nodded.

After Song Changhe left, Zhang walked to the only cabinet in the room. She opened the cabinet and looked at the tablet inside. There was no name on it, only a pattern drawn with charcoal on a fire stick, which seemed to be a pear shape.

"Xiao Li, you told me in your dream that you were going to be reincarnated, so I won't worry about you anymore. I will really treat that child as you in the future. I hope you can be born into a good family and be a generous girl. Don't hide behind your mother and sister timidly like you do in this life." Zhang was already in tears after she finished speaking. When she heard Song Changhe's footsteps, she hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with her sleeves.

Zhang took out the tablet and placed it on the ground. She took the axe from Song Changhe's hand, gritted her teeth and chopped the tablet into small pieces of wood with tears in her eyes.

Song Changhe felt very sad. He walked over and hugged Zhang who was squatting on the ground. They both covered each other's mouths and cried. They were both afraid that the noise would be too loud and wake up the children who were already asleep.

"Xiangxiang, don't cry. Just put these woods here for now and burn them when you cook tomorrow morning." Song Changhe carried Zhang, who was still crying softly, to the bed. He patted Zhang's back and said that if she continued to be so sad for her daughter, how could she go to reincarnation with peace of mind!

After hearing this, Zhang slowly stopped crying. She told Song Changhe in a nasal voice, "Changhe, from the first sentence she said after waking up, I knew she was not Xiaoli. She was my daughter whom I carried for ten months and raised for fifteen years. How could I not recognize her? At that time, I thought that if she was gone, Xiaoli would come back. So when I was boiling the medicine, I was going to add some rat poison to it, but Xiaoyue saw it. She knelt down and cried and begged me not to do it. She said what if she didn't come back? I was stunned. Yes, what if even the fake one was gone, then Xiaoli would completely disappear from this world."

"Xiangxiang, stop talking. What I was thinking at that time was that she was also a child who came here by mistake. Since she has become Xiaoli, we should treat her well. If we treat her well, someone will naturally treat Xiaoli well for us. Good and evil will be rewarded, right?" Song Changhe put his head on Zhang's back and whispered what he was thinking at that time. He hoped that his good deeds could bring a good cause and effect to his poor daughter.

Song Changhe turned Zhang over, looked at her and said seriously, "Xiangxiang, since our daughter said she wants to be reincarnated, why don't we have another child? Maybe she can be our daughter again."

Zhang couldn't help but give Song Changhe a cold look. She told Song Changhe not to think too much. She also said that Song Li was already married, and if she gave birth to another child, she would be laughed at.

"It smells so good. How can you know if you don't try?" Song Changhe coaxed Zhang, and Zhang finally nodded in response to his tenderness and affection.

It was an ordinary night, but it was an unforgettable night for Zhang and Song Changhe. When they woke up, Song Li and Yang Jing had already taken Wang Laohan's ox cart back to Heihe Town.

Zhang looked at the sun that had already risen high. She kicked Song Changhe in frustration and blamed him, "It's all your fault. How can I explain this to Xiaoli? She is going back today, but I, as her mother, and you, as her father, slept until noon."

"Mom, my sister said that maybe you were too tired so she didn't get up, and she understands. I got up early and made something to eat for my sister. Don't worry, she only went to ride the ox cart after she was full." Song Yue's words made Zhang feel more at ease.

Song Changhe didn't dare to say anything in the face of Zhang's beating and scolding. He asked Song Yue: "Xiaoyue, how did you get the cart back?"

"Dad, my sister gave Grandpa Wang two extra cents and put it on the back of the ox cart to take it back." Song Yue brought out the hot food. She wanted to bend down and take a closer look at what was wrong with Zhang's neck, but was driven out of the kitchen by the blushing Song Changhe.

Although the ox cart and the frame cart were tied together with hemp ropes, Song Li and Yang Jing still sat behind the ox cart and pulled the two frames respectively.

"Jing'er, what kind of husband do you want to find?" Song Li didn't expect that Yang Jing was already eighteen years old. If she hadn't been in mourning, Yang Jing would have been a mother now.

Yang Jing thought for a moment and replied with a smile: "Xiao Li, to be honest, I don't know either. I want to find someone I like. I'm not afraid of him hitting me. I'm strong and most people can't beat me." After she finished speaking, she and Song Li both laughed softly.

"Then I wish Jing'er to find a good husband who suits her eyes as soon as possible, and they can become a pair in Qingbo Pond, envious of the mandarin ducks instead of the celestial beings." Song Li imitated Song Xing's reciting and said while shaking his head.

Yang Jing was amused by Song Li and laughed out loud. She said that when she got married, she would definitely invite Song Li to the wedding banquet.

The two laughed all the way and soon arrived at the town. Jiang Qingzhou and Yang Yu were waiting for them under the willow tree at the stone tablet.

Before Old Man Wang's ox cart came to a complete stop, Jiang Qingzhou hurried over.

"Don't be anxious, Jiang boy. I won't take your wife away." Old man Wang couldn't help but teasing Jiang Qingzhou, and the villagers riding on the ox cart all laughed.

Seeing Jiang Qingzhou's face slightly red, Song Li smiled and asked Jiang Qingzhou to help untie the rope between the ox cart and the handcart.

"This is what my father made for us. This wooden board can be put up to block the rear end of the cart so that things won't fall off when we pull them." Song Li picked up the wooden board on the cart and demonstrated it to Jiang Qingzhou. It looked really good.

Jiang Qingzhou was very grateful to Song Changhe in his heart. He thought that the next time he went to Wuzhuang Village, he would definitely bring more things for Song Changhe.

Jiang Qingzhou and Song Li pushed the cart and said goodbye to Yang Yu and Yang Jing. After the two walked away, Yang Yu asked Yang Jing as he walked: "Jing'er, how is Mingshu doing recently?"

"Aunt Li found a marriage for Sister Mingshu a few days ago. The other party is a relative of their family, but she will be a stepmother. Sister Mingshu didn't want to agree and had a conflict with Aunt Li. When I arrived yesterday, she was still sulking in her room." Yang Jing sighed as she spoke. She was also worried about Wu Mingshu. Wu Mingshu didn't have many choices. Apart from widowers, there were only divorced men left.

Yang Yu felt as if his heart was cut by a knife. He pretended to be calm and asked Yang Jing whether she had conveyed Yang Zhang's words.

Yang Jing nodded, and the brother and sister said nothing more. They walked home one after the other, each with their own thoughts.

After several days of sunny weather, some villagers began to harvest corn. Just when Jiang Ping was worried, Jiang Qian came back from Songcheng County.