Spring scenery in the fields

"My mother is pretty and my father is big and strong. They don't look a good match when they stand together. I often heard people in the village say this when I was a child."

Ji Wenhe turned to lie on the other shoulder: "When two people get along, it's not about appearance, personality is the most important."

"Those who are compatible in appearance may not get along well after they get married. They may even quarrel and fight every day."

"I think character and personality are the most important. You have to know how to respect the other person and not be chauvinistic."

Shen Rongshan was puzzled: "What is male chauvinism?"

He had never heard the word.

"It means not respecting the other person. For example, I have to do whatever you say. I belittle them verbally and physically, and beat and scold them."

"To put it bluntly, he treats himself like an emperor and makes people obey him in everything. I despise that the most. It's annoying."

Most of these people are incompetent and can only find a sense of existence through their wives and families.

"Then I shouldn't be."

His voice was soft, just loud enough for her to hear.

Ji Wenhe smiled lightly: "You are not. Although you are strong-willed sometimes, you are doing it for my own good."

"And I don't think Brother Shen is as cold and talkative as Yuanshan and the others say. On the contrary, I think Brother Shen is very caring."

During this period of time, I gradually got to know him better.

He had a cold face because of the injuries on his face and the years on the battlefield, which had worn away his former temper.

Family is his bottom line.

Shen Rongshan looked ahead, and his steps became lighter when he heard her words.

For some reason, he was in a very good mood, feeling indescribably happy.

Noticing his mood change, Ji Wenhe looked up. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he exuded a gentle aura.

What happy things come to mind?

The sun was setting and by the time they reached home, it was already dark.

The brothers Shen Yuanshan and Shen Wenshan stood at the gate of the yard waiting anxiously. When they saw the figure coming towards them, they immediately pushed open the gate to greet him.

"Big……"

Just as she was about to shout, Shen Rongshan stopped her with a look: "She's asleep."

I was talking to him on the way, but he suddenly stopped talking. I turned my head and saw him sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The journey to the market was long and she was tired today.

Shen Wenshan said in a low voice: "Brother, the meal is ready, waiting for you to come back to eat, do you want to wake up your sister-in-law?"

They knew that they would be late when they came back from taking their sister-in-law out for the day, so they prepared dinner late on purpose.

"Well, she only ate a few buns. If she doesn't eat, she will wake up hungry at night. Be careful and take the basket off her back."

The two nodded.

Ji Wenhe slept very soundly, and while he was asleep he was always thinking about the basket on his back, which contained not only seeds but also balls of thread that he had bought, which cost him a lot of money.

So when he felt someone moving the backpack, he woke up immediately and looked behind him vigilantly.

"Sister-in-law, you're awake." Shen Yuanshan called out and took down the backpack.

"time to eat."

After he finished speaking, Shen Rongshan squatted down and waited until she stood firmly before withdrawing his arm.

Ji Wenhe yawned: "Brother Shen, when did I fall asleep? You should have woken me up."

I originally just wanted him to recite a passage, but he fell asleep in the middle. I felt embarrassed to ask him to recite it all the way home.

"It's not far, go wash your hands and eat."

He stood by the gate, waiting for her to go in and then close the door.

Shen Wenshan lit the oil lamp that had not been used for a long time and served rice in the kitchen.

Shen Yuanshan put the backpack into the house and was about to go to the kitchen when Ji Wenhe stopped him.

"Yuanshan, there are two more buns in the backpack, one for you and one for Wenshan."

On the way, she stuffed a bun into Shen Rongshan's mouth. Later, he became wary of her and noticed her hand reaching into the backpack. He pursed his lips and said nothing, refusing to eat.

She ate four and had two left, thinking of bringing them back for them.

After hearing this, Shen Yuanshan turned around and went into the house to get the buns.

Four people were sitting at a shabby low table.

"Sister-in-law, you eat the steamed buns, and we'll eat the wild vegetable cakes."

He placed the bun in front of her.

Ji Wenhe took out two buns and put them directly in their bowls so that they could not refuse: "I made these wild vegetable pancakes myself."

The wild vegetable cake is the size of a palm, mixed with some rough flour, without oil or salt. The surface is golden yellow and has a faint wild vegetable aroma.

In the evening, I still had brown rice porridge with fresh wild vegetables cooked in it.

The buns were soaked in the soup, and the two brothers looked at Shen Rongshan.

The latter said: "Eat it."

She came here on purpose, so how could I let her down?

Shen Wenshan pushed the wild vegetable pancake in the bowl in front of her: "Sister-in-law, this is made by Aunt Lan. Aunt Lan's is better than ours. Try it."

Aunt Lan would add a little salt to the water when kneading the dough, so the wild vegetable cakes she made would have a little salty taste.

The two brothers never put wild vegetable in it when making cakes.

There are four pieces in total, and Aunt Lan must have wanted one for each of them.

Ji Wenhe smiled and nodded: "Well, you guys should eat quickly too."

The wild vegetable pancakes are crispy and fragrant, still warm, and have a light salty taste.

Because salt is expensive, people at home only put a little salt in their rice once in a while.

Shen Yuanshan took a bite of the bun, held the bowl in both hands, and looked at the person opposite him: "Brother, the soil in the field has been turned over today, and we will carry it tomorrow..."

Thinking that he was eating, he immediately stopped talking.

Shen Rongshan knew what he was talking about: "Well, I'll go to Aunt Lan's house to borrow a bucket tomorrow morning."

"Borrow a bucket?" Ji Wenhe pointed at the wooden bucket beside the vat, "Don't we have a bucket at home?"

Seeing how these three people seemed to be hesitant to talk, I became even more curious and couldn't help but ask them.

"Why do you want to borrow the bucket? Can't you tell me?"

Shen Wenshan took over the conversation: "Sister-in-law, it's not that I can't tell you, I'm just afraid that you won't be able to eat if I tell you."

If you don't tell me, she wouldn't be able to eat, and this aroused her curiosity.

"It's okay, go ahead and tell me, I can eat."

She has seen all kinds of storms in her previous life, and she remains calm even when facing a mountain collapse. She is not an ordinary person.

"Shit bucket", these two words came out of Shen Rongshan's mouth lightly.

...Don't think too much and you can eat.

She remembered that when she was a child, her grandmother would use manure water to irrigate the fields. When toilets were not yet popular in rural areas, they were all dry toilets outside the houses.

Put a urine bucket at the door at night, and pour it into the vegetable field the next morning. After the soil absorbs it, the vegetables will grow particularly vigorously.

There is also chicken, duck, pig and sheep feces, which are all good fertilizers for the soil.

Ji Wenhe asked: "Will it be faster to grow the land if we apply fertilizer to the wasteland?"

Shen Yuanshan nodded: "It's fast, but not enough. We need to get the good land first."

As the saying goes, the more you eat, the more you poop, and the less you eat, the less you poop.

The manure water in the toilet is just enough for the vegetable garden.

In the past, there was only a small vegetable plot in the yard, and the manure would not be used up, so Aunt Lan would come and carry it.

Now that our family has land this year, we won’t let her choose it anymore.

Ji Wenhe understood and lowered his head to finish the cake in his hand.