Spring scenery in the fields

Shen Rongshan said lovingly: "Okay, Wenshan and Yuanshan also like to eat corn cakes."

When my parents were still alive, we cooked this dish often at home, but later on we rarely cooked it.

"Corn tortillas with broth are delicious." Ji Wenhe swallowed his saliva, "Brother Shen, how much do you think the chicks can be sold for this year?"

"If they're five cents each, I'd raise a few more to lay eggs and sell them for money."

After thinking for a while, he said, "How about six? Five cents for one, and thirty cents for six."

Shen Rongshan also wanted to raise a few more: "Wait for Uncle Shen to come back and ask, we can buy a few more at five cents each."

At this time, Shen Wenshan came over with a bucket of water and heard the conversation between the two.

"Brother, the chicks are delicate and it's cold in the cave. We need to make a nest for them."

Ji Wenhe asked: "What is it made of, wood?"

There are no cardboard boxes here, let alone insulated boxes, and wooden boxes are not warm enough.

"Well, make a nest with wood and put some old clothes in it." Shen Wenshan frowned, "Brother, there are no extra old clothes at home. Those can still be worn when working in the fields."

But thinking of the little chick, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just use the old clothes. I'll wear Yuanshan's clothes. Anyway, I can fit into his clothes."

Shen Rongshan raised his head and said, "I left the chicken at Aunt Lan's house at night. How could you have so many clothes?"

I was still not at ease even after wrapping him in clothes because it was too cold in the cave.

"Ask Aunt Lan." Ji Wenhe patted Shen Rongshan's arm. Lan Qiuhua came over from behind them, holding clothes.

"Aunt Lan, after we buy the chicks, can we leave them at your house overnight? It's too cold in the cave, and we're worried the chicks won't survive."

She replied with a smile: "Sure, put it together with my chickens, so they can stay warm together."

Lan Qiuhua put down the basin and stood at the edge of the field.

"Your Uncle Shen will ask this afternoon. We don't know what the price will be this year. If it doesn't come down, we won't keep it."

Shen Rongshan stopped and said, "Aunt Lan, I went to the town to ask around. The government is suppressing the shops and lowering the prices. Not only the merchants, but also the breeders are being suppressed."

"I looked at a few shops and found that many prices have returned to what they were before, but some prices have dropped a bit, but they are still higher than before."

He estimated that the price would not drop to five cents per piece.

"I haven't been to the market for several months. I had people bring the things I bought back. I don't know what the situation is in town. If it goes down, it will be good for us."

Lan Qiuhua picked up the wooden door on the ground with a smile.

"I'll tell you when he comes back. Auntie has gone to wash clothes. You guys are busy."

"Hey, thank you Aunt Lan." Ji Wenhe thanked her and looked at the people around him.

"Brother Shen, I'll finish making the silk thread in the next two days. Shall we go to the market when the market opens?"

"Go." Shen Rongshan waved his hoe, "Wait until you get back from the market to plant the seedlings, two days later, after Qingming Festival."

She nodded, sensing that he was a little sad, and understood why.

"Brother Shen, if my parents knew that you were safe and sound, they would be very happy."

Ji Wenhe knew the pain of losing a loved one. She had experienced it herself. It was like the sky fell down overnight.

Shen Rongshan lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Wen He, are you willing to go with me to worship my parents on Qingming Festival?"

"Of course I have to go. We are husband and wife. Your parents are also my parents. It would be ridiculous for me not to go and pay my respects."

Then he will hate himself for the rest of his life.

Ji Wenhe pretended to be angry and kicked his leg: "Brother Shen, who do you think I am?"

"I was wrong, don't be angry."

Shen Rongshan looked up and saw a strand of hair falling from her forehead. He naturally tucked it behind her ear and continued to dig the hole with the hoe.

The person's ears turned red and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Shen Wenshan stared intently as he watered the plants with a bucket of water. After he had poured all the water, he carried the water to the river.

Lan Qiuhua was washing clothes by the river. When she heard footsteps, she turned around and said, "Wenshan, you are fourteen years old now. Are you ready to meet someone?"

Fourteen is the right age for dating, and they agreed to get married.

"Aunt Lan, we are not in a hurry. Let's wait two years."

My family is poor, and I cannot marry someone else’s girl and let her suffer with me.

"The sooner you meet, the more choices you will have. Your eldest brother has already married, and the next ones will be you two brothers."

Shen Wenshan squatted by the stream to scoop water and said helplessly, "Aunt Lan, look at my house. I don't have any place to live. I'll live with my wife. I can't let her sleep on the floor with me."

"Besides, we don't have much food in our family, and we can't afford even a tael of silver. We can't afford the betrothal gift. Now Yuanshan and I don't want to get married."

"Ah, it's the same in my family. I'm worried about Anguo's situation."

Lan Qiuhua shook her head and sighed. She couldn't sleep well all night because of her son's matter.

Shen Wenshan knew about her family's affairs, and Shen Anguo talked to them for a long time about this matter.

"Aunt Lan, please don't rush An Guo. You are anxious, and so is An Guo. An Guo said he would go to town to find more odd jobs this year to save some money."

"Forget it. There's no point in thinking too much. Just let him be."

Her son is willing to endure hardship, but it may be in vain as he cannot afford the betrothal money.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, then left with the bucket.

Ji Wenhe saw him and asked curiously, "Wenshan, what did Aunt Lan say? I saw her sighing and shaking her head."

"Anguo's marriage is still unsuccessful. He is fifteen this year and Aunt Lan is worried."

She had heard about this from Shen Suya, and the three members of the family were almost worried sick.

"There's no point in being anxious. You might as well think about how to make money. Fifteen is not too old. We'll see next year or the year after next."

In the previous life, he was still a child.

"Sister-in-law, you don't know. Our family has not been well off in the past few years. There haven't been any weddings in the village for three or four years. There are girls getting married out, but no one getting married in."

"It's not just our village. It's the same in the villages outside the mountain. Too many men can't find wives. Aunt Lan is worried that Anguo will remain single."

Shen Wenshan was a little scared, but his brother came back and married his sister-in-law. They had a backbone and felt much more at ease.

Ji Wenhe asked in confusion, "Is it really that hard to find a match when you're 17 or 18 years old?"

She thought it shouldn't be that difficult.

"It's a bit difficult." Shen Rongshan replied, "Fourteen or fifteen is the best time to see a match. If you still can't find one after seventeen, people will guess that you have health problems, or you are lazy and can't make money."

"If the family is rich, that's another matter. But if the family is poor, it's even harder to find a partner. There are many bachelors in the village.

After the age of eighteen, some people are afraid that they will be single for the rest of their lives, so they ask matchmakers to find widows or widows whose husbands have died.

Ji Wenhe understood: "In a word, it's easy to find someone no matter how old you are if you have money."

The two nodded in tacit understanding.

"If you're single, then you're single. Singles can live together and make do with each other. Why do you need a woman?"

After she finished speaking, Shen Rongshan and Shen Wenshan were shocked by her words and looked up at her in a daze.