Spring scenery in the fields

Lan Qiuhua said helplessly: "Who says it's not true? The worse the famine, the higher the prices. The government doesn't care, but it's useless to care."

If you give the county magistrate some benefits, he will turn a blind eye.

There is no change among the rich and powerful, and it is still the poor people like them who suffer.

"How many do you plan to keep?"

Shen Rongshan looked at the people around him and asked, "How many do you want to raise?"

Ji Wenhe lowered his eyes and thought: "We can't afford too many, how about three or four?"

Lan Qiuhua took over the conversation: "We want to raise two chickens to lay eggs, but the eggs at the market are too expensive."

A few days ago, I brought back six eggs from my mother's house and gave two of them to their family.

"Brother Shen, let's raise three at home. We don't know what the price will be this year. If it's too expensive, we can just raise two."

"Yes." Shen Rongshan looked at Lan Qiuhua, "Aunt Lan, Uncle Shen is going to look at chicks tomorrow. If the price is right, please bring three back for us and I'll pay you when I get back."

Lan Qiuhua nodded: "Okay, I'll talk to him later."

"By the way, I saw Yuanshan and Wenshan today. They said they were going to sell bracelets. How was their business?"

"I only sold two and made six cents. They weren't very easy to sell."

Ji Wenhe did not tell her the truth. Although the two families had a good relationship, sometimes when it came to money matters, it was better not to go into details.

"That's right. Earning six cents is better than earning nothing. Don't worry. Take your time. Go to the market every time there is a market."

Shen Rongshan responded and stood up: "Aunt Lan, we will go back first, you and uncle should rest early."

"Hey, go back slowly."

"I understand, Aunt Lan, you can go back now."

Ji Wenhe followed his footsteps and took the initiative to pull his sleeve.

As they walked slowly home, the moonlight became brighter, illuminating the two of them.

"Brother Shen, there are chili peppers planted in the yard. I bought some chili seedlings. Do you want to transplant the chili peppers outside?"

She was worried that the chicks would peck at the roots of the peppers, so she took the risk to transplant them from the mountains, and was heartbroken when they were damaged.

"How about transplanting it to wasteland? No one will come to steal the chilies. I'll go to the mountain to dig some soil and dump it on the wasteland."

"No need. Transplant it to the wasteland. The soil quality is not much different from that on the mountain."

The weeds in the wasteland were cleared, and the chilies were planted in. There was no weed to compete with them for nutrients in the soil, so they were watered with manure.

Ji Wenhe looked up at the moon in the sky, a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Shen Rongshan kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"No, I just feel a little homesick."

"This is your home, too."

They are not talking about the same thing.

"Do you remember where your home is?"

he asks.

Ji Wenhe remembered that he had never told him about the past of this body.

"Brother Shen, I don't want to go back to my old home."

The original owner didn't want to go back when he was around, so she didn't want to go back even more.

"Brother Shen, what would you think if I said I ran away from marriage?"

Shen Rongshan stopped and looked at her in surprise: "You...are already betrothed to someone?"

Ji Wenhe shook his head and explained, "I have two younger brothers. We fled the famine in order to have something to eat, so my mother sold me to an old widower."

"That old widower has beaten his two wives to death. He is older than my father. I don't want to marry him because I'm afraid he will beat me to death."

"I escaped when they weren't paying attention. I didn't know where to go, so I just followed the group of refugees until we arrived at Shenjia Village. You know what happened next."

She lowered her head, her tone indescribably sad.

"Brother Shen, do you think I am unfilial?"

Without waiting for him to speak, she continued.

"I will never be able to forgive them in my life. They didn't treat me as their daughter. No matter how others scold me, I will never forgive them even if I die."

The original owner lived a life worse than that of a farmhand. At least a farmhand could have a full meal every day, received wages, and did not have to be scolded or beaten every day.

What's more, she is not the original owner and has no feelings for the original owner's parents.

If they were good people, she would be filial to them, but unfortunately, they are not.

Suddenly she felt a big hand gently placed on her head.

"You suffered."

His voice was soft, very soft.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the feeling of heartache.

Ji Wenhe's eyes instantly became wet.

After her grandmother passed away in her previous life, she never cried no matter how hard or tired she was.

Whenever she returned home exhausted, the feeling of loneliness and fatigue always made her want to cry, but she held it back.

She is an ordinary person, an ordinary woman who wants someone to care for her and have someone by her side.

When she is in a bad mood, there is someone to talk to and comfort her; when she is undecided and helpless, there is someone to stand in front of her.

"Don't cry, I'm here."

His rough fingers wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks, and Shen Rongshan's eyes were full of heartache.

"In the future, no one will bully you with me here. And Yuanshan and Wenshan, we are a family."

"They were the ones who abandoned you first. You did nothing wrong. I am here and will not let anyone bully you, including your parents."

She was very fragile at this moment, like a rootless duckweed, swaying in the wind and unable to find a foothold.

Ji Wenhe couldn't control her tears, her voice was choked and she couldn't speak.

Seeing this, Shen Rongshan carefully held her in his arms and gently patted her back with a gentle voice.

"Wen He, don't be afraid, you have me."

His embrace was warm and solid, giving her a strong sense of security.

Ji Wenhe grabbed the clothes in front of him and cried for an unknown amount of time before he gradually calmed down.

Shen Rongshan comforted her over and over again, never getting tired of it.

Her voice was filled with tears, and she raised her head from his arms: "Brother Shen."

"Well, I'm here."

"I..." Ji Wenhe sobbed, "Let's go home."

He smiled and replied: "Well, let's go home."

Back to our home!

He tentatively took her hand, and was delighted when she didn't pull him away.

Returning to the courtyard with a smile on his face, Shen Rongshan was reluctant to let go of her hand: "Take a bath, I'll get you some hot water."

"Will it disturb their sleep if I wash them in the house?"

"It's okay, they are very tired." Shen Rongshan went into the house and lit the oil lamp. "Wait for me in the house."

Ji Wenhe nodded: "Yes."

There was no big basin at home, so when I took a bath, I would pour a bucket of warm water into the basin and scrub myself, and the water would flow directly onto the ground.

I took out some clean clothes and placed them beside the bed. After waiting for a while, he came in carrying a bucket of water and a wooden basin.

Shen Rongshan placed a basket at the entrance of the cave: "Throw the dirty clothes in there. I'll close the door and come in to get them later."

"it is good."

He closed the door after he went out.

Ji Wenhe took off his dirty clothes and threw them into the basket, took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, and then opened the door to let him in.

"Brother Shen, I'm done."

"Rest early, don't think too much, I'm here for you."