Spring scenery in the fields

Shen Rongshan came into the room after washing up. He knew that she was not asleep, so he whispered, "There is a white handkerchief under the pillow."

I bought it at a market stall and fell in love with it at first sight.

After hearing this, Ji Wenhe reached under the pillow and found a neatly folded handkerchief.

It was dark in the room and she couldn't see the handkerchief clearly. She got up and walked to the door, and saw the handkerchief clearly through the gap.

It was a white handkerchief with two bamboos embroidered on one corner. It was made of coarse cloth and was simple. She liked it very much.

She returned to the house with a smile: "Brother Shen, it looks good, I like it."

Shen Rongshan raised the corner of his lips in the darkness: "Well, as long as you like it."

Ji Wenhe lay down on the inside and carefully placed the handkerchief under the pillow: "Brother Shen, you must be tired today."

"Not tired."

He was tired but happy because someone was waiting for him at home.

Lying flat on the bed, the distance between the two of them unconsciously became closer.

"Brother Shen, I want to wait until these two hundred kilograms of noodles are sold, then borrow someone's donkey cart and buy more at a time."

"Today I went out of the village. There is a big village opposite. There are many people living in it. It's too tiring for you to go to the town every two days."

After careful calculation, this is a waste of time. It would be better to buy a few hundred pounds more at a time.

Shen Rongshan thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go to Zhaojia Village to borrow it."

He knew the family that had a donkey cart in Zhaojia Village. When he was learning hunting with his master, he often saw him, and they became familiar with each other after a few visits.

Ji Wenhe turned sideways to face him and said, "When you have enough money, buy a donkey cart first. It will be convenient for transporting goods. Don't buy a homestead for now."

I often borrow other people's cars, and I feel embarrassed to borrow them for a long time if I don't give them something in return.

Besides, buying the donkey cart makes it much more convenient to do things at home.

Shen Rongshan replied: "Okay, I'll listen to you. You decide on family matters."

Ji Wenhe smiled and said, "This is our home, so of course I have to ask for your opinion."

There is no need to ask the two brothers, even if you ask they will say "we will listen to our sister-in-law".

'Our home for two' made Shen Rongshan feel restless.

She pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time before she spoke softly: "Wen He, I will treat you better in the future."

"Brother Shen, is this a promise? Being good to someone is not just about words, it has to be proven with actual actions."

She heard the hidden meaning and understood what he was thinking.

"Ah."

I don’t know if his response was to the first question, the second one, or both.

Shen Rongshan decided to go for a walk in the mountains every morning and bring a bow and arrow. After the spring, the prey in the mountains came out to look for food, which was a good time for hunting.

A smile flashed in Ji Wenhe's eyes: "Go to sleep, Brother Shen, good night, and have a good dream."

"OK, good night."

at night.

She sought the source of heat and moved closer to him.

Since she no longer felt any discomfort in her stomach, she still slept on her back, but would move closer to him.

Shen Rongshan woke up in a daze. He first checked whether she had kicked the quilt. After covering her tightly, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

He liked her being close to him, with a faint scent of soapberry on her body.

Ji Wenhe would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, go back to bed, keep a distance from him and fall asleep, then lean on him again.

Who makes him so warm? When summer comes, I will probably avoid him because it’s too hot.

Early the next morning.

After Shen Rongshan got up, he took his bow and arrow and went up the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, he met Shen Hubiao's father, Shen Dadong, who was picking firewood.

He is hunchbacked and looks weathered. Although he is less than 40 years old, he looks like he is over 40, with a very old face.

Shen Dadong originally had a younger brother, but he never got married and died of illness during a famine.

"Uncle Dong."

Shen Dadong turned around, smiled, and looked at the bow and arrow in his hand: "Rongshan, you're going to the mountain to hunt so early."

Shen Rongshan nodded: "Well, go and look around, you may not be able to hit it."

Just as I was about to say goodbye and leave, I heard him say, "Rongshan, have you... have you seen my little tiger? He hasn't been home for a long time."

After saying that, he sighed deeply.

"I know that my rebellious son has done something bad. I dare not ask you to forgive him, but I only have this one son. I hope... if he doesn't provoke you, no, you will go easy on him."

His figure was imprinted in Shen Dadong's eyes, and there was helplessness and pleading in his eyes.

"I only have one son, and I'm counting on him to support me in the future."

Shen Rongshan said calmly: "Uncle, I beat him up last time, but it didn't hurt his vital parts. He will be healed in half a month."

"Uncle, you watched me and my brothers grow up, and we don't want to be in the current situation."

"After we beat him up last time, Wenshan and his friends said they saw him in the next village, probably with his friends."

"Uncle Dong, for your sake, I can let go of the past, but if he does something bad to my family again, don't blame me for being ruthless. Breaking his leg would be the least of his worries."

Shen Dadong sighed, "Uncle knows that my son is a worthless person. As long as you don't kill him, uncle won't stop you."

It would be good if Shen Rongshan could calm him down.

"Rongshan, go ahead and get busy."

He turned around and continued picking up branches.

Shen Rongshan walked two steps up the mountain and turned back: "Uncle Dong, my family is now doing peddler business. Black noodles are one cent cheaper than in town, and we also have brown rice and coarse noodles."

"If you are short of something at home, come to my house and buy it. I won't cheat you on the weight."

After saying that, he turned and left.

When my parents were still alive, during the busy farming season, when one family finished working on the fields, they would go to other families to help. Shen Dadong had helped their family several times.

After all, they are all from the same village and everyone helps each other. The mistakes made by his son cannot be blamed on him.

The reason why Shen Hubiao was not killed was also because of him.

There was only so much he could help with now. He couldn't help with more.

Shen Dadong responded and hugged the branch in his arms.

He regretted it in his heart. If he had chosen to save his wife when she had a difficult delivery, then...

But if I chose to keep the eldest daughter, my wife might never be able to have children again.

There is no "if" in life, and there is no medicine for regret.

If he had the chance to do it all over again, he would still choose to keep the young one, because in his heart, he must have a son to carry on the family line.

……

When Ji Wenhe got up, no one was at home.

The two brothers went out to sell things after dinner, and the basket was not there.

I came to the kitchen and saw rice warming in the pot and some wild celery left over from last night on the plate.

"Strange, where did Brother Shen go?"

After serving the meal and taking a few bites, he heard the sound of bamboo being mopped on the floor. He quickly stood up and looked. Shen Rongshan was dragging the bamboo up.

"Brother Shen, have you eaten yet?"

"I have eaten. I didn't wait for you today. After I finished eating, I went outside the village to cut some bamboo."

He placed the bamboo outside the yard.

"There's not enough bamboo. I'll go to the mountain to cut branches later."