Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 228: Knife

"No, we'll harvest the rice next month. I'll come back then and have a good rest after that."

Shen Rongshan looked at him and asked, "You guys aren't coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Shen Anguo shook his head: "Not necessarily. If there is no work to do, come back."

When they go out to work, they all hope to find a job that will last them forever.

The leaves in the mountains rustled, and the wind blew on my face, bringing a slight coolness.

Shen Wenshan looked up at the falling leaves and said, "After the rice is harvested, the weather will turn colder and cooler."

After the beginning of autumn, the leaves begin to fall slowly.

After washing up, Ji Wenhe lay comfortably on the bed with his legs crossed.

If I can earn more than five taels this month, I will be able to buy a donkey cart by the middle or end of next month.

This Mid-Autumn Festival limited edition is made in the shape of mooncakes and will be delivered on the 16th.

And..., I fell asleep while thinking about it.

Shen Rongshan came back and called softly, "Wen He."

No response.

She groped her way to the bed in the dark and cautiously leaned to the side, and the clothes covering her belly were kicked away again.

He covered her again, lay down beside her, and said softly, "Good night."

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, Ji Wenhe drove the geese and ducks to the creek and ran into Yang Cuicui who had come out to graze the donkey.

"Aunt Yang, you're here so early."

"It was cool in the morning. I'm old and don't sleep well. I woke up before daybreak."

"It's hot, so I can't sleep well at night."

If she hadn't lived in a cave with some shade, she wouldn't have been able to sleep on such hot nights.

Drive them into the river and let them rest under the shade of the trees.

Ji Wenhe looked at the donkey in the distance and asked: "Aunt Yang, how much did you buy your donkey for?"

"Nine taels." Yang Cuicui sat down not far from her. "Does your family want to buy a donkey?"

She wanted to say she didn't want to buy it, but when the time came to buy it, people would accuse her of hiding something and deliberately deceiving her.

"I have this idea, but I don't have the money."

"If I have money, I can buy a donkey cart. My donkey is old and I bought it ten years ago."

"Ten years, that's a long time indeed." Ji Wenhe asked again, "How much did Aunt Yang spend on the donkey and the cart?"

"Twelve taels."

I saved money and bought a donkey cart, and I have made it back over the years.

Donkeys can plow the land and pull goods. People from surrounding villages come to borrow them, paying one cent per acre of land.

Planting wheat is the most profitable time for the family.

"If you have money, you can buy a donkey cart and sell goods to villages farther away. You can also lend them farmland during the busy farming season for one cent per mu."

Yang Cuicui didn't want her family to buy a donkey cart, but she couldn't stop it.

Ji Wenhe joked, "Aunt Yang, aren't you afraid that my family will take away your business after buying a donkey cart?"

"Oh, there's no point in robbing or not. The villagers can borrow from whoever they want."

From the way they sell goods, I know that one day they will buy a donkey cart; it’s only a matter of time.

"We bought a donkey cart. If we don't lend the donkey to others to plow the land, we have to go out to sell goods every day."

Yang Cuicui smiled, knowing what she meant: "That's right, no matter what, you have to take care of your own business first, right?"

"Yes." Ji Wenhe nodded.

He turned to look at her and said, "Is Zhao Sanniang doing well in Shen Ping's house?"

"She's fine." He asked puzzledly, "Is there anything wrong with her family?"

She sighed and said, "My family said it's shameful for her to be pregnant at such an old age."

"My previous son found a marriage partner and heard that it was successful. This son found one and it's successful. Now my mother is pregnant. Isn't it embarrassing for the family?"

Thirty years old is not very old, but here, getting pregnant at thirty is equivalent to getting pregnant at fifty or sixty in the previous life.

"Aunt Zhao is still going to go to her son's wedding?"

Her son doesn't recognize her anymore, so he would just chase her out if she goes there.

Yang Cuicui shook her head: "I don't know. I think she should not go. She would be laughed at if she went. Her son would also think she is embarrassing and would not recognize her."

"I carried this baby for ten months and raised him to such a young age, only to end up with a wicked child. I should have drowned him in the urinal earlier."

Ji Wenhe felt that the reason why Zhao Sanniang's son disliked her was because of her previous husband and mother-in-law.

Her husband and mother-in-law treated her badly, and her son saw it all and followed their example since he was a child.

It is difficult for a son to empathize with his mother. Even if he can empathize with her when he is young, his mindset will change when he grows up.

It seems that it is rare to find people in life who have always felt sorry for their mothers since childhood.

Shen Liang is one of them.

Yang Cuicui stood up and patted her butt: "Okay, you stay here, I'm going back, the weeds in the vegetable garden haven't been removed yet."

"Take care, Aunt Yang."

Ji Wenhe looked at the ducks swimming happily in the river, and stood up with a branch beside him: "Come up, it's time to go home."

Go down to the river and drive them to the shore.

While walking on the road, I saw a doctor passing by carrying a medicine box.

A lot of people gathered near Miao Zhaodi's house.

He drove them into the wasteland and hurried over: "Aunt Lan, why did you ask for a doctor? Is Uncle Zhuan's old illness coming back?"

Lan Qiuhua lowered her voice and said, "I guess there was some trouble last night and they even used knives."

"Move..." Ji Wenhe hurriedly stopped talking and lowered his voice, "Why are you still moving a knife? I hope everyone is alright."

"Nothing serious happened to him. Shen Liang's right arm was cut and bleeding."

"I went to the doctor's house last night, and my arm started bleeding again this morning. Your aunt Miao was worried, so she asked Shen Huairen to invite the doctor over."

Wang Erfeng came to her side and said, "What's going on? Can't you talk to your family peacefully? Why do you have to keep it to yourself?"

"Shen Shuzhuang is the same. He accidentally fell and broke his leg, so how can he blame his son? Shen Liang has had a hard time these years. I haven't seen him smile for a long time."

"Keep your voice down so that the people in the house don't hear you." Lan Qiuhua looked at her, "Erfeng, let's go in and take a look."

Wang Erfeng nodded: "Let's go."

Ji Wenhe did not go with them. They all had a good relationship, and some things might not be easy to say with her present.

When I was about to go back, I saw Li Chunhong standing at the door, so I turned around and went to her house.

"Wen He, what's going on in their family?"

I simply told her, "Aunt Lan and Aunt Wang have gone. I hope they can be relieved."

"Oh, this family." He turned and went into the house, "Come, come to my house and have a seat."

Inside the house, the three sisters, Shen Zhuyue, Shen Suya, and Shen Qingdai were all there.

They all shouted.

"sister in law."

"Hey, you guys are busy."

Ji Wenhe took the small stool she handed over, sat at the kitchen door, and asked in a low voice: "Aunt Li, how is Uncle Xiaoxian?"

"That's it. His leg couldn't be cured. We made him a stick so he could barely walk a few steps. He had to lie in bed all day."

"Two meals a day are delivered to you. You can eat them if you want."

She looked at the clothes hanging in the yard and found one of them belonged to Shen Xiaoxian, the one he wore on the day he broke his leg.

"I cook for him and wash his clothes. I can't let anyone say anything about it, otherwise the head of the village will come to me to complain."