Spring scenery in the fields

Lan Qiuhua's eyes were full of heartache, and he touched her rough palm: "Life will be better in the future. Rongshan loves you, and you will live a good life with him."

"Don't think about the past. By the way, you never told me about your parents. Have they already..."

Ji Wenhe picked and chose and told them all about the hard life the original owner had gone through. He thought about it and told them about his escape from marriage.

If the original owner's parents come to visit, they can still stand by her side and help her.

Of course, it’s best not to find him.

"Aunt Lan, Xiaoya, please don't spread the news of my escape from marriage in the village. The more you spread it, the more trouble you will cause. I don't want to deal with such troubles."

Shen Suya held up four fingers and swore: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, we will never say anything. We won't tell Big Brother or Dad."

Ji Wenhe reached out and touched her head with a smile.

"Yes, Aunt and Xiaoya are not big mouths. You should keep your heart in your stomach. I watched Rongshan and the other two grow up. Naturally, I hope that your life will get better and better."

At this time, there was a sound of children playing outside.

Lan Qiuhua put down the needle and thread in her hands and quickly walked out the door.

"Aunt Lan, what's wrong?"

Seeing her hurried look, I thought something had happened and ran out to check.

I saw a few little boys running towards the wasteland where her home was.

"Aunt Lan, they're not going to catch the chicks, are they?"

These little boys are very naughty in the village, and Ji Wenhe is a little worried.

Lan Qiuhua shouted loudly: "Don't go play over there, I have chickens there, don't scare them."

"If the chicks are scared and refuse to eat, and starve to death, I will make each of you pay for one."

She shouted deliberately and loudly so that those working in the fields and in the yard could hear her.

Several little boys stopped and dared not go to the wasteland anymore.

Ji Wenhe looked towards the village and saw a woman who was less than 30 years old, holding willow branches and walking towards a few children with a cold face.

The children were so frightened that they immediately ran towards the village.

"Aunt Lan, who is this?"

"The daughter-in-law of the scholar is called He Yuxiang. You can call her Aunt He. She has three sons. She is very lucky."

"All three are sons. That's really a blessing."

In rural families, the more boys they have, the more welcomed they are at home, especially in families that severely favor boys over girls.

He Yuxiang is beautiful and gentle, with an oval face and fair skin. She wears a fresh light pink dress and does not look like the mother of three children at all.

Lan Qiuhua looked at the visitor and said jokingly, "If you drive the child away, my wish will be in vain."

Ji Wenhe called out obediently, "Aunt He."

"Hey." He Yuxiang nodded, "The children are very naughty. I will beat them up when I get home."

"Isn't this wasteland owned by Rongshan's wife? Why is Sister Qiuhua raising chicks there?"

She thought the chicken inside belonged to Shen Rongshan, but when Lan Qiuhua shouted just now, it seemed to be hers.

"I have two at home. I let them out during the day to run around together. I'm worried that they will run away if no one is watching them in my yard."

She nodded in understanding, then looked at Ji Wenhe: "Rongshan's wife, you have been married to Rongshan for a while, right? I haven't heard any movement in your stomach, but you fell into the water that night, and your body is not well yet."

Counting the days, I should be pregnant by now.

Lan Qiuhua took over the conversation: "I asked, Rongshan said that his family doesn't want children for the time being, and will decide in two years. Look at their family, where is there any room for them to live?"

"The adults are barely getting enough to eat, so if a child is born, won't he suffer with them? I think Rongshan is right. When life gets better in two years, it won't be too late to have a child."

He Yuxiang thought for a moment and said, "Rongshan is seventeen this year, right? He will be nineteen in two years. Wouldn't it be too late to have a child by then?"

"Why wait so long? Look how thin the child is. Let's wait until he recovers. Rongshan is not in a hurry, so why should we worry about that?"

Lan Qiuhua helped her out with a smile.

"Besides, there are many bachelors in the surrounding villages who can't find wives. Some of them have found wives, but they just have children later. We should think about how to live our own lives well."

Ji Wenhe smiled gently on the side and didn't say a word, because Aunt Lan just waved at her from behind, probably meaning that she should stop talking.

I don’t know if I understand it correctly.

"Alas, my three sons have driven our family into poverty. If I could reopen the private school..."

He Yuxiang shook her head.

"Sister Qiuhua, Rongshan's wife, I'm back home. The three brats' clothes haven't been hung out yet. I'll come talk to you another day."

Ji Wenhe replied: "Hey, Aunt He, take care."

After she walked away, he asked the people around him, "Aunt Lan, how old are her three sons?"

"The oldest is eleven, the youngest is twenty, and the youngest is nine. They are all very naughty."

At the age when he loves to play, he would run from one end of the village to the other.

Lan Qiuhua turned and walked into the yard: "Wen He, come in."

"Hey, I'm here." Ji Wenhe retracted his gaze and followed her into the house. "Aunt Lan, it stands to reason that the scholar's family should be very rich, so why do they live in a wooden house?"

They have to pay a lot of rent every year, and with their family's financial resources, they can definitely afford to build a house made of bricks and tiles.

"Didn't you hear her say that her three sons have bankrupted the family? Even if they want to build a house, they will wait until their eldest son is looking for a husband."

Build a new house to make the marriage look better.

Ji Wenhe understood and asked about some other matters of the villagers.

I went home at noon.

Shen Rongshan took the pound of salt he bought, wrapped it in cloth, and smashed it on a smooth stone.

Seeing her coming back, he pointed at the two bamboo hairpins in the basket and said, "Look, it's hard to make the holes according to what you said. They're easy to crack."

"What did Brother Shen use to make the hole?"

"A dagger, picked up on the battlefield, very sharp."

He asked Shen Yuanshan to put it away, and only asked him to find it again when he couldn't find a suitable knife at home.

Ji Wenhe took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "It's okay not to punch holes. I'll wrap the thread around it a few times to secure it, and tie a nice knot on the hanging part."

Use the method of weaving a bracelet, but I need to think about it further.

"Brother Shen, when you have time, help me carve a few wooden hairpins and put them together with the bamboo hairpins. I want to see which one sells better."

As Shen Rongshan was pounding the coarse salt, he said, "I'll make more and sell it at the market. There are many people in the town."

As he was speaking, he caught a glimpse of a man walking down the mountain. It was Shen Wenshan.

He carried a basket on his back, smiling: "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm back, and I've sold everything."

He only carried 20 kilograms this time when he went out, and he still had 10 kilograms at home.

"I carried the remaining ten kilograms to sell, and the aunties in the village were very happy, saying it was one cent cheaper than in town."

"I did what my sister-in-law said, weighed it enough, and gave them half a bowl more. They also said that if I went to sell it often, they would not go to town to buy it."

Half a bowl is not much, about the amount that can be held in one hand, according to Ji Wenhe's hand.