Ugly girl only wants to farm

When Meng Jiuhe heard Xu Chaoyan refer to herself as his sister-in-law, his handsome face flushed red again, and he thought to himself, "How shameless!"

Then the strange wheelchair was pushed in front of him. Xu Chaoyan had a look on his face that said, "Hurry up and get on." Everyone's eyes were on him.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and, with everyone's help, sit in the wheelchair.

Xu Chaoyan pushed the wheelchair around the yard a few times, discussing with Meng Jiuxia as they walked: "When we have time, let's level these places in the yard. You see, this wheelchair is a bit difficult to walk on. What if your brother bumps into it? Also, we need to make that spot where he holds onto the poles a bit flatter."

Everything about ancient times was good, except that the courtyard was just a patch of dirt, especially after it rained, when mud was everywhere, which annoyed her the most. At this moment, what she missed most was the dirt road and the asphalt road.

Father Meng nodded in agreement: "This yard is a bit bumpy and uneven, especially for you, Meng Jiudong. You're always so mischievous. Don't try to push your older brother around in this yard just because you're playing. Remember that."

Meng Jiudong had originally planned to push him a little later, but now that his father had spoken, he could only nod helplessly.

Seeing his disappointed expression, Xu Chaoyan chuckled and said, "You're still young. When you're older, there will be many things for you to do. Don't complain. By the way, when it's the temple fair on the third day of the third lunar month, your sister-in-law will take you there and buy you a sugar figurine."

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiudong immediately put on a smile, her lips as sweet as honey: "Thank you, sister-in-law, you are so kind to me."

These days, Meng's father not only wove some small winnowing baskets, but also made some bamboo brushes for washing dishes. Every household needs these, and they are consumables. They are also quick and easy to make.

Xu Chaoyan was really looking forward to the temple fair on the third day of the third lunar month. In the past, the so-called temple fairs and various market days in modern times were full of commercialization, which is incomparable to the present. Therefore, she was more motivated to do things.

Tomorrow is the third day of the third lunar month, the annual Niangniang Festival, but Xu Chaoyan didn't know this. She thought it was just an ordinary temple fair.

They cleaned up everything they had made these past few days, strung it all together with bamboo strips, and tomorrow they would put it on a wheelbarrow so that Meng Jiu and his family, in wheelchairs, could go to the temple fair in a lively atmosphere.

Meng Jiuhe had been lying in bed for a long time, but Xu Chaoyan still hadn't made a sound. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled as he saw her rummaging through the closet, seemingly doing something. Occasionally, he could hear the sound of fabric rubbing together.

He casually asked, "Xu Chaoyan, what are you doing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? You have to get up early tomorrow."

Xu Chaoyan waved the clothes in her hand: "Hey, what do you think of me wearing this one? Or this one? There will definitely be a lot of people at the temple fair tomorrow. It's been a long time since I've had such a lively event. I have to take out these clothes that I've been saving at the bottom of my trunk and wear them. I don't usually have this opportunity."

Last time, her dowry was broken into by Meng's grandmother, who stole a lot of it, leaving her with only some clothes that didn't look very good. All the brightly colored clothes were stolen by Meng's grandmother.

Meng Jiuhe suddenly remembered that her grandmother had stolen her dowry last time, and didn't say anything for a moment.

Xu Chaoyan pointed to the dress next to her: "Why aren't you saying anything? Should I wear this one or that one?"

These days, Xu Chaoyan has been wearing a simple, coarse cloth dress that's almost faded from washing, and she doesn't wear any jewelry. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She came to his family with a generous dowry, but who would have thought that her grandmother's affair would happen?

He had almost forgotten about the clothes since she didn't mention them.

He said somewhat awkwardly, "Isn't it the same whichever you wear? Why do you need to choose?"

Xu Chaoyan gave him a reproachful look: "You don't even look closely. This one is calamus-colored, and this one is lilac-purple. How can they be the same? I also dug out your old robe and washed it clean for you. You can wear that tomorrow."

When Meng Jiuhe was studying in town, he dressed much more presentably than he did at home.

As Meng Jiuhe looked at her holding the familiar robe, some past memories surfaced in his mind, and he felt a little irritated: "Go to sleep quickly, it's getting late, it doesn't matter which one you wear."

Fortunately, Grandmother Meng hadn't taken these two items with her beforehand, probably because she thought they had a few holes and were a bit wrinkled. Xu Chaoyan used hot water to put them in a hot water bottle and ironed them.

Xu Chaoyan was excitedly tossing and turning all night, thinking about going to the temple fair the next day. Just as she was about to close her eyes and doze off, Meng Jiuxia knocked on the door.

"Morning Glory, Morning Glory, why are you still sleeping? Get up and get ready. I'm busy looking for a raincoat. This weather is so unpredictable; it just started drizzling now, and the roads must be very slippery. I'll go find the raincoat and oil-paper umbrella from home. Make sure your older brother has an extra layer of clothing; it's getting a bit chilly outside."

When the whole family set off for town, there were already people on the road carrying torches and making the same journey.

This temple fair is held only once a year. Young women and children alike all get up to join in the fun. Along this road, people hold torches, creating a long, winding line like a dragon.

She looked at the scene with some surprise: "Why are these people so enthusiastic? They're here even earlier than us. I originally thought it was just our family who liked to join in the fun, but who knew they were even more enthusiastic. Look at that young wife of someone else, she's dressed up so stunningly."

It took her a while to come up with the word "stunning." The woman was wearing a peach-colored dress and had her hair styled in a traditional Chinese updo.

She stared at him for a long time, her heart trembling. How could he wear such a bright color? He would never wear such clothes, even if you killed him.

Meng Jiuhe followed her gaze and saw her staring blankly at the person in front of her. He assumed she envied the person for having new clothes, so he casually said, "If you like, next time save up your money and go with your little sister to buy a few feet of cloth and sew a dress for each of you. It's been a long time since you've had any new clothes."

Xu Chaoyan was a little confused: "Huh, what did you say? Why make clothes for me and my sister-in-law? We have perfectly fine clothes, why do we need to make more? Besides, that money is all saved for your leg treatment, we don't need to buy new clothes for the time being."

"Then why are you staring at Sister-in-law Ahua's clothes? I think you're staring so hard you're practically wearing a hole in them. Don't you really like her clothes?"

Xu Chaoyan then realized that Meng Jiuhe thought she envied the clothes other people were wearing.

She pushed her along quickly for a few steps before explaining, "I told you, you're not allowed to scold me."

Meng Jiuhe nodded: "Mm."

"I've been thinking, what was I thinking? How could I have chosen such brightly colored clothes to wear, making me look like a flamboyant peacock? Did I have a screw loose or something?"

Meng Jiu glanced at her sideways, feeling somewhat uncertain. How could these words have come from Xu Chaoyan's mouth?

Didn't she always love those bright and colorful clothes? She dressed up in a flamboyant way every day, and whenever he went to find his father, he would always run into her. Whenever he saw Xu Xu Chaoyan, he wished he could stay far away from her.

Xu Chaoyan noticed that he was looking at her with a strange expression: "What's wrong? Are you thirsty or hungry? You did get up quite early today. I've packed a cornbread for you. Why don't you have a bite to eat?"

When they arrived in town, they found it packed with people. They finally found a small corner and set up their bamboo woven items. It was the third day of the third lunar month, a day for temple fairs, and all sorts of things were being sold on the streets.

In particular, there were various farm tools, and some people even brought calves.

Meng Jiuxia pointed at the calf with envy: "Morning Glory, wouldn't it be great if we had a cow? We wouldn't have to travel for hours to get to town."

Xu Chaoyan handed her a few bamboo brushes: "There are a lot of people today, so you can start selling them. When I have more money in the future, I'll buy you ten or eight of them so you can be envious."

Meng Jiuxia gave a helpless bitter laugh: "With the few coins we've earned, how can we buy ten or eight? I could laugh myself awake if I even had one."

The two men were tending the stall. Meng Jiuhe sat in the back, engrossed in reading a book.

At this moment, Li San Niang suddenly squeezed through the crowd and handed over something that looked like a longevity peach, her face full of joy: "Yan'er, Yan'er, come and eat it quickly, I fought for a long time to get one."

Meng Jiuxia pouted and said, "Mom, even if you're being unfair, I still want to eat."

Li San Niang rolled her eyes at her and said irritably, "What are you eating? There will be plenty of opportunities for you to eat in the future. You're not a child right now."