In the book, I was fed by my sister

Li Qinghe and his group left, leaving Bai Xiuwen and the other two and Hua the matchmaker in the yard.

Seeing that there were so many people around, Li Wanshu was too embarrassed to speak and kept smoking his old pipe, making Bai Xiuwen anxious: "Uncle! Say something!"

In the past, Bai Xiuwen always rejected girls, but this time it was his turn to be rejected. If he hadn't heard that there were people waiting in line to have a blind date with Song Ran, he would have left in anger.

Li Wanshu finally put down his pipe, looked up at Song Ran, and asked, "Do you really think your age is not appropriate?"

Without waiting for Song Ran to answer, Hua Matchmaker immediately took over the conversation: "He is indeed a little older!"

Matchmaker Hua took the opportunity to get close to Li Wanyue and whispered, "There is a widow in the neighboring village, who is only 29 years old. She asked me to find her some more families. I think your son is a perfect match for her." Matchmaker Hua thought to herself, since these two people couldn't get together anyway, it would be a good idea to separate them so that she could do two jobs.

"Widow! That won't do!"

However, the matchmaker did not give up. She continued to persuade him, "Sister, don't despise me. The widow has a son and a daughter. If the marriage is successful, you will be a grandmother. She also said that the child can change his surname. She inherited her late husband's rich fortune."

Bai Xiuwen angrily scolded: "Stop messing around with matchmaking here!"

The matchmaker retorted, "Oh, at your age, who would want a young girl like you? Besides, the widow doesn't want a dowry, she only wants your looks. You have hair at the corners of your eyes, maybe she won't even look down on you."

The matchmaker's manual states that belittling the ambitious party can help arrange a marriage more quickly.

At this time, Li Wanshu was still waiting for Song Ran's reply. Song Ran was silent for a moment and said, "He is more than a generation older than me."

"You asked me to help you find a job in the village making mats before. I can help you. Please consider it."

Before, Song Ran wanted to ask Li Wanshu for help because she wanted to make money. But now, this job is dispensable to her. "Although I have no father or mother, I can't make a muddle about this marriage. Brother Bai and I are really not destined to be together. Please don't come here again in the future!"

Now that things have come to this, even those who were pretending to be confused have come to their senses.

Bai Xiuwen finally asked without giving up: "I may pass the imperial examination in the future, and maybe you can become an official's wife. Do you really not regret it?"

Song Ran looked at Bai Xiuwen as if he were a fool, and felt that the pie he painted was out of reach.

"You will regret it one day!" Bai Xiuwen said, then left.

The matchmaker watched the three people leave in a hurry and couldn't help but mutter, "Alas, you are so old, but you still have such a bad temper."

Song Ran held onto the matchmaker Hua who was about to leave, with a smile on her face: "By the way, Sister Hua, I have one more condition. The betrothal gift must be twenty taels of silver."

The matchmaker looked at Song Ran in surprise: "Really?"

In her opinion, if she told others about the betrothal gift of 600 taels of silver, they would just laugh at her. But there were families in several nearby villages who asked for 20 taels of silver.

"That's right, Sister Hua, this is my last request." Song Ran said seriously.

The matchmaker's eyes widened. She thought that one of the conditions Song Ran mentioned was fine, but after thinking about all of them, she still couldn't think of a suitable candidate. "Then I'll have to help you look for someone."

Finally, silence returned to my ears.

"Little darling, let's eat chicken!"

"I'll go prepare the dishes!"

On their way back, Bai Xiuwen and the other two asked Li Wanshu, "I thought you had a way to deal with that woman. You looked so confident."

Li Wanshu hung his head, feeling helpless. He had watched his nephew grow up, but he never expected him to become like this.

He replied, "I didn't say this would definitely work. If people don't want to do it for my sake, there's nothing you can do. After all, it was you who acted strangely in the beginning and left a bad impression on people."

Li Wanyue followed the two silently, listening to their conversation, but in her heart she was thinking about what the matchmaker had just told her.

widow?

She would have to find out more about this widow when she got back.

*

Song Ran didn't expect that the process of his pond filling with water would be so quick.

When Li Wenkang came to collect the water truck, he was also surprised. He scratched his head and said, "I thought it would take at least ten days or half a month, but I didn't expect it to be full so quickly. These kids really contributed a lot!"

Song Ran thought so too, so she specially made a lot of egg and minced meat pancakes and asked Song Li to give them to the little ones to express their gratitude.

The next period of time began to busy farm work.

Corn, sorghum, and edamame almost all mature in this month.

In the morning, before dawn, Song Ran took a sickle, a hemp rope, and a backpack, and led a donkey to harvest corn.

At this moment in the fields, the corn stalks stand tall and upright, and the ears are heavy.

Song Ran used both hands to break off the corn cobs and threw them into the basket on his back. If there were any that were not thrown in, Song Li would pull the basket and pick them up behind him.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to harvest the corn from the two fields.

They harvested enough corn to fill two large baskets and put them on the donkey cart.

He flicked the whip and shouted, "Go home."

When they got home, they all fell into the yard, and Song Ran taught Song Li how to tie corn cobs.

"Peel off the outer husk of the corn and tie two corn husks into a knot. You do this at home first while I go and cut the corn stalks."

While her sister was out, Song Li closed the door, used a grass to guard the door, and sat down among the corn cobs.

All the corn cobs stood up, their leaves spread out one by one, and then tied in pairs.

In a short while, all the corns were tied up.

Song Li pushed over a rack, which was a three-row drying rack made of bamboo poles. She hung the corns on it one by one.

The second row was too high, so she pushed a small stool over and tried to reach the height, then used her special powers to fill up the second row.

When Song Ran returned home, she saw two rows of golden corns hanging in the air. She was surprised and said, "It was done so quickly!"

Song Li said, "Sister, the top one is too high. I can't reach it."

Song Ran smiled and replied, "It's okay, just let me do it." She felt relieved and at the same time lamented that her sister's hand speed was much faster than when she was a child.

Song Ran stacked the corn stalks in the backyard, then carried a bundle of corn stalks to feed the donkey.

After feeding the donkey, she came out to pick up the remaining corn in the yard. At this moment, the yard was golden.

The corn cobs are hung on poles and exposed to the strong sun for several days before they can be hulled.

The sun was burning the earth like a furnace, and even the air seemed to be distorted by the heat. In such weather, even the slightest activity would make people sweat profusely.

After working hard for a whole morning, both of them had their hair stuck to their necks and their clothes were soaked with sweat, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Song Ran boiled some warm water and washed the two of them.

"Sister, I can do it myself."

Song Ran handed the warm handkerchief to the little sister and said with a smile: "You are so young and you are already shy. Here, remember to wipe it clean to avoid a rash."

After taking a shower, both of them felt less tired and hot.

"Let's take a break this afternoon and weave you a pair of straw sandals. We'll go harvest sorghum tomorrow. It'll take four or five days."

People from the city came to harvest sorghum, which was one of the few crops that could be sold at a high price. Even though she didn't have the energy to take care of the farm work before, she still planted two plots of sorghum.

For the remaining land, she asked the Zhu family to plant mostly sorghum and a small portion of corn and edamame.

Last year she received five bags of sorghum, two baskets of corn kernels, and two bags of beans, and she estimated that this year would be about the same.

At this moment, Zhu Ximei's voice came from outside the door: "Song Ran, are you home?"