Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 295 Zhao Sanniang

Ji Wenhe glanced at him and said, "I know you are not in a hurry, but you are fifteen this year, young and good looking. You have money in your hands now, so you don't have to worry about the betrothal gift."

"You can take on your own work now. Work well with Yuanshan. If you don't want to work together, you can separate. It's your decision anyway."

"You have your life, and your eldest brother and I have ours too. We can't take care of you all your life, but we all live in the village, not far away. We can come over whenever we want. We just live separately, and everything else is the same as before."

"Sister-in-law, I understand, but I'm a little reluctant."

He had never thought of parting with them so early.

"You are grown up now and need to be in charge of your own family. When you get married in the future, treat her well. A wife is meant to be loved. Don't be like other families who let their wives do everything and don't help them."

Shen Wenshan nodded: "Yes, I'll take note of it."

Some other things I have told them before.

The goods are divided among the three families. If the family has good pig farming, the goods can be sold to the two brothers, and she and Shen Rongshan can also have an easier time.

Three wastelands were planted with corn, and winter melons and pumpkins were planted in a circle around them.

Shen Wenshan picked up the hoe and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll go fetch some water."

"Okay, let's switch."

Ji Wenhe clapped his hands and sat down at the foot of the mountain to rest.

The pigsty is almost finished and the roof is being built using wheat straw and rice stalks.

The remaining wheat straw is used to build houses.

When I turned around, I saw Zhao Sanniang coming out of the yard holding the child and walking towards this side.

Suddenly he thought of his eldest son, and wondered if he knew that he had a younger brother with the same mother and adoptive father.

"Aunt Zhao, come and sit for a while. It's windy today and it's cool here."

She looked at the pigsty and said, "With more people, the pigsty can be built quickly. With their help, the house can be built quickly too."

"Yes, I'll feel at ease if I finish it sooner." She estimated that it would take until the end of October.

Zhao Sanniang sat not far from her, fanning herself gently, "Now that the house is built, Yuanshan and Wenshan can get married."

"I just told Wenshan that I'll let them see the house once it's finished. If they do, Brother Shen and I will feel relieved."

"Yes, otherwise you would be in a hurry too."

Ji Wenhe nodded and looked at the child who was only wearing a small piece of clothing: "He is so small, I don't even dare to hold him. He is too small. Can I hold him like this all the time?"

"You can't hold him all the time. It's better to let him lie flat. It's too hot in the room. Bring him out to cool down." Zhao Sanniang pulled open the cloth covering the bottom, revealing a thin wooden board underneath. "Look, there is a board underneath."

She suddenly realized that it was no wonder that she felt the way she was holding the child was a little strange.

"My previous child was raised in the same way. Farmers' children are raised roughly, unlike the wealthy families in town who raise them very carefully."

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aunt Zhao, after you married here, did Uncle Ping mention the previous child?"

"I mentioned it twice. Those two times I wanted to go back and take a look, and he didn't stop me." She sighed and continued, "I went and was chased back. Sigh."

A long sigh expresses all the sadness.

Ji Wenhe turned his head and looked at the busy people: "Since he doesn't want to recognize you, there is no need for you to take him to heart. Now that you have them, focus on Uncle Ping and your son. I think Uncle Ping thinks the same way."

"Yes, your uncle Ping told me that he doesn't want to recognize me anymore, so why should I go back to see him?"

"Later, I figured it out. If they don't want to admit it, then they don't. I won't interfere with anything that happens over there in the future."

Zhao Sanniang looked down at the child in her arms, a bitter smile on her lips.

At this time, Shen Ping saw them and waved.

"Aunt Zhao, Uncle Ping is greeting you." Ji Wenhe reminded her.

Looking up, he was smiling at him.

He smiled back, the sadness in his eyes dissipated: "When I was divorced and went home, I felt like the sky was falling, and I had thoughts of dying at that time."

"After I marry your Uncle Ping, I think I'll just live like this. If he treats me badly, I'll hang myself at their doorstep."

"Ah?" He turned and looked at her in surprise, "Aunt Zhao, you used to have such thoughts."

Zhao Sanniang smiled and said, "That was in the past. It's gone now."

She patted her chest in an exaggerated manner: "That's good, that's good. Don't have such thoughts. Uncle Ping treats you well. You have a son, and your life will get better and better."

"Yes, but raising a child is not easy. When he is six or seven years old, your uncle Ping will know what it means to be a child who makes his father poor."

He always said at home that he could support both of you and your mother, it was just two more mouths to feed.

Seeing Shen Ping coming over here, Ji Wenhe slowly stood up and said, "Aunt Zhao, I'm going to fetch some water."

"Well, go ahead." Zhao Sanniang replied.

I watered the winter melon and pumpkin, and then watered the vegetable patch again as the ground was too dry.

It only rained a little in the morning a few days ago, and the ground didn't get enough water.

When they went to town at the end of the month, Ji Wenhe did not go with them and let Shen Rongshan go to collect the dividends.

She carried a basket of cut fabric to Li Chunhong's house and said, "Wanqing, come home with me. We have two more baskets of fabric to bring over."

Shen Wanqing came out of the house: "Okay."

The two of them moved the cloth back to their home, and the four of them began to embroider.

"Wanqing, where is Aunt Li?" She didn't see anyone at home after two visits.

"Mom has gone to the fields and will be back soon."

At this time, she heard Shen Xiaoxian's shout.

"Water, pour me a glass of water."

Then Shen Wanqing put down the needle and thread in her hand, poured a bowl of water and sent it to the next room.

In a few seconds, she came back.

Ji Wenhe wondered in his heart whether Shen Xiaoxian had ever regretted it.

But even if you regret it, it's too late. The damage has been done, and no matter what you do, it can't be undone.

"Wen He is here."

"Well, I'll bring the fabric over."

Li Chunhong sat next to her, poured a bowl of water, took a gulp, put down the bowl and said, "Aren't we going to town to deliver goods today? Why didn't you go with us?"

"It's too hot. I don't want to go. Anyway, Boss Yang knows Brother Shen, so let him go to deliver the goods."

"Yes, it's too hot. The pigsty is ready. When will you buy the piglets?"

Ji Wenhe replied: "I'll go tomorrow and talk to the head of the village."

"The head of the village has acquaintances, so the price can be cheaper." Li Chunhong was a little puzzled. "Why did the head of the village think of taking you to buy piglets? He rarely cares about these things."

"I don't know either. Maybe we bought land and housing land from him, and he was afraid that we didn't have much money. After all, we live in the same village and have the same surname, so he will definitely help us if he can."

She shook her head and said nothing more.

After chatting for a while at their house, I got up and said goodbye.

When I returned, I saw Shen Liang in the pigpen.

There are three pig pens connected together, with five pigs on each side and one left as a spare.

A puddle was dug in front and water has been pumped into the puddle.