Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

I thought Fang would stir-fry both the tofu and the bok choy, but only when she served them on the table did I realize how she did it.

The green onions grown in the corner of my house were mixed into the tofu and sprinkled with a little salt, which gave it a bit of flavor.

The Chinese cabbage is just boiled in water and sprinkled with a little salt, and then it becomes a dish.

Except for Lu Fanghai who had a few more millet grains in his bowl, the other three people were counting the grains of soup, right?

Du Wenxiu was so hungry at this time that he didn't care about anything else. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and reached out to pick up the food.

With a "pop", the chopsticks in Du Wenxiu's hand were knocked down by the hand that stretched out across.

"Are you a reincarnated ghost who died of starvation? The men in the family haven't even started eating yet, but you've already stretched out your hand. You're a young lady from a scholar's family. Is this how your scholar father taught you manners?"

Du Wenxiu felt hungry and in pain as Fang's scolding accompanied her. Tears immediately flowed down her cheeks, like beads from a broken string falling into the clear soup bowl in front of her.

"Mom, our family isn't a very well-behaved one, and Xiuniang is weak and hungry. As long as we're all sitting at this table, it doesn't matter who sits first or last."

Lu Fanghai looked at Du Wenxiu's tears falling and felt his heart tighten for some reason.

A few days ago, at the doorstep of Mr. Du’s house, Du Wenxiu was beaten and scolded by Mrs. Du and thrown into the street. She cried like this.

At that time, his heart was in a knot, so he secretly took out the silver he had earned on the battlefield from an important place, and like a young man, he went to Madam Du in the street to ask for Du Wenxiu's hand in marriage.

Originally, Madam Du looked humiliated and wanted to drive him away, but when she heard that he was willing to pay a betrothal gift of ten taels of silver, her expression changed and she agreed immediately.

He immediately sent someone to call back Du Xiucai, the teacher in the school, for fear that he would change his mind again. He hastily signed a marriage certificate and filed it with the government. Then he let Du Wenxiu pack a small bag and go with his family.

Du Wenxiu kept crying and not saying a word along the way, and it seemed that she was very reluctant to follow me.

At that moment, Lu Fanghai secretly made a vow in his heart that when he returned home, he would rely on his own strength to sell the salary for his service and some valuable items that he had secretly hidden from the enemy's corpses on the battlefield, and he would definitely let Xiuniang live with him.

But on the first day after returning, her mother forced her to jump into the river. Fortunately, she was rescued, but the two of them still couldn't get along well. Lu Fanghai suddenly felt powerless.

On one side was the woman he had vowed to protect, and on the other side was his own mother who had given birth to him. Such a big man didn't know what to do for a moment.

It's only been half a day and the house is in chaos. As a grown man, I have to go out to work sometimes. If something like this happens again, it will be too late to regret it.

After shedding some tears, Du Wenxiu felt even hungrier. She looked at Lu Fanghai with great resentment: Why hasn't he started eating yet?

Lu Fanghai lowered his head and frowned, racking his brains. He finally came up with a reasonable idea and planned to try it out later.

When he turned around, he saw Fang glaring at Du Wenxiu with her eyes bulging. Du Wenxiu and Qiao'er were looking at him eagerly, but didn't pay any attention to Fang at all.

Oh, eat first.

Lu Fanghai picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage and put it into Fang's bowl.

Fang was stunned, her nose felt sore, and tears came down.

Oh, women, why do you love to cry so much?

"Son, you eat. Men eat more, and we women eat less. You eat..."

Fang raised her sleeves to wipe her tears, picked up some soaked cabbage from the clear rice soup and put it into Lu Fanghai's bowl. Lu Fanghai hurriedly stopped her.

"Mother, I am an unfilial son. I have been away from home for so many years, and mother and sister have suffered."

Fang couldn't move the chopsticks holding the dish forward. Hearing these words brought back sad memories, and her eyes were suddenly misty.

Lu Fanghai continued, "Now that I have married and started a family, we will be the ones to take care of you, and you won't have to work as hard as before. If anyone bullies our family, I will definitely stand by you. We will definitely live a good life as a family."

Fang pursed her lips, wiped her tears, nodded, and muttered to herself that she would listen to her son.

Du Wenxiu glanced at Lu Fanghai without saying anything, and kept putting food into her mouth by picking up food from her hands.

While Fang is so moved by her son, she should fill her stomach first.

"Mother, when I'm home from now on, don't let Aunt Lu come over. I heard her loud voice outside the yard saying bad things about my new bride and trying to sow discord between mother and Xiuniang. If such an evil guest came to our house, I would tear her mouth to pieces if I had the temper I had when I was a soldier."

Fang was startled when she heard this, and she frowned and advised, "Son, don't be impulsive. We live next to each other, how can you just say that you don't allow people to come over to play, let alone tear each other's mouths apart? Please don't talk like that."

Lu Fanghai chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because I've been on the battlefield for a long time, and I'm surrounded by soldiers with straightforward tempers. If someone bullies one of us, I'll beat him up so that he won't dare to make the same mistake again."

After taking a sip of soup, he continued, "To me, someone like her who came to our house to sow discord between my mother and the new bride is bullying our family. If she does this again, she will be beaten so that she will avoid our family members whenever she sees them."

Fang forced a smile that was uglier than crying and nodded in agreement. Then she said, "How could that be? They just come here to gossip."

Lu Fanghai picked up the soup bowl, took a few gulps, put the bowl down and wiped his mouth:

"Anyway, I'm putting my words here. No matter if it's my mother, Xiuniang, or Qiao'er, I won't tolerate anyone being bullied. I will definitely beat that person up. I, Lu Fanghai, will keep my word."

After saying that, he slammed the chopsticks on the table with such force that one corner of the table broke. Then he went into the east wing without looking back.

Fang stared blankly at the broken corner of the table, and she felt stars in front of her eyes.

Did my son say...it's not okay for anyone to be bullied...

So, is it considered bullying for a mother-in-law to discipline her daughter-in-law?

I wanted to put down my bowl and chase after him to ask, but I didn't dare.

Looking at Du Wenxiu eating happily in front of him, he felt it was an eyesore.

She wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but then she remembered what her son had just said. If she refuted him at this moment and made him lose face, the relationship between mother and son would be difficult to maintain in the future...

Fang felt very worried and didn't eat many bites of the food. She put down the bowl and turned to go into the main room.

Seeing her leave, Qiao'er and Du Wenxiu picked up their chopsticks even faster and cleared the plates clean like whirlwind.

There were only two dishes, with some thin soup, and not even a hint of oil, how could they fill my stomach? Du Wenxiu only felt that he was full after drinking, but not hungry.

Qiao'er, however, had a very satisfied look on her face. Before her brother came back, her family could seldom even eat millet. Most of the time they had wild vegetables mixed with water and a little bit of coarse salt, and that was one meal for the whole day.

When there were no wild vegetables, the mother and daughter would cook one potato grown in the fields every day and share it. If the harvest was poor that year, it was normal to have one meal for two or three days.

I'm so hungry every day, but today is the fullest I've eaten in all these years!