Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 174: See the widow for Shen Ping

She guessed from the beginning who she belonged to, because she had heard from people chatting that Shen Rongshan's family raised a lot of chickens, ducks and geese.

"Yes, Aunt Yang, my name is Ji Wenhe, you can just call me Wenhe."

"It's so hot, where is your Rongshan? Why don't you ask him to come and cut the grass? You are sweating so much, how can you not be considerate?"

"He went to the mountain to cut trees. Cutting thatch is not a heavy job. I can do it."

Seeing that the donkey was full, Yang Cuicui tied the rope to a small tree and found a shady place: "Wen He, come and have a rest."

Ji Wenhe wanted to continue cutting the thatch, but she kept inviting him to come over, so he had no choice but to walk over and sit down not far from her.

"I heard that something big happened in your village a while ago."

This is to get some gossip.

"I think Aunt Yang has heard about it."

News in the surrounding villages can spread within half a day.

Yang Cuicui looked at her and smiled, "I don't know whether what others say is true or not, it's spread very weirdly."

Ji Wenhe became interested and asked curiously, "What do you think others say?"

"I heard that after Shen Hubiao was beheaded, his body held his head and walked back home."

After hearing this, she twitched her lips, wondering if this rumor was too outrageous.

"I also heard that Shen Dadong did not commit suicide, but his son locked his soul and killed him."

"Auntie Yang, this is all nonsense. You can't believe it."

"I just don't believe it, so I came to ask you."

Yang Cuicui continued to ask.

"Tell me what happened that day. How did Shen Hubiao's body get home? Did he really run back by himself?"

…She just said she didn’t believe it.

Ji Wenhe sighed and said slowly: "We don't know either. Uncle Dong didn't tell us."

"He must have gone to the town, found Shen Hubiao's body, and brought him back. It's not as weird as people say."

"Also, Uncle Dong committed suicide by eating rat poison. If there really were ghosts seeking revenge, why didn't they seek revenge on those who had dragged him into committing the crime? Why did they seek revenge on his father?"

But we can’t say there isn’t one.

She didn't believe it before, but after coming here and seeing the resurrection of the dead, she had to believe it.

"You're right." Then he asked, "Do you know Shen Ping?"

Ji Wenhe glanced at her and said, "I know them. I know everyone in our village. What happened to Uncle Ping?"

She picked up a piece of grass at random and played with it in her hands.

Yang Cuicui smiled and said, "I want to be a matchmaker and find him a wife."

"Auntie Yang, I heard from the aunties that Uncle Ping is thirty-five this year. Who is willing to marry their daughter to..."

She didn't say the rest of the words, isn't this harming people?

"You misunderstood what I meant. I wanted to find him a widow, not a young girl. That would be immoral."

Who would be willing to marry their daughter to a man of such an old age?

Ji Wenhe nodded in understanding: "Is he from Zhaojia Village?"

"Yes, she was five years younger than him. Her husband died of illness. Her mother-in-law didn't like her in the first place, so she asked someone to write a divorce letter and sent her back home."

"So she has no children?"

"There are two sons, and these two sons are also unfilial. Their own mother was kicked out, but they just watched from the sidelines and did not help at all."

She clicked her tongue twice, shook her head and sighed.

"How pitiful! I worked so hard to raise them, but in the end they don't even recognize their own mother."

Yang Cuicui turned sideways to face her and asked about Shen Ping's family conditions.

Ji Wenhe scratched his head awkwardly: "Aunt Yang, I seldom see Uncle Ping on weekdays, and I don't know much about his family situation."

"Why don't you ask other aunts in the village? After all, they have lived here for a long time and know more about Uncle Ping."

"Okay, I'll go to your village and check it out when I have some free time."

"She just returned home two days ago, and her parents are asking someone to find a match for her. I thought there's someone in your Shenjia Village who hasn't found a wife yet, and maybe we can bring them together."

Ji Wenhe looked at the weeds tangled around his fingers and muttered quietly, "There's really no room for her at home."

I've only been back home for two days and I'm already thinking about getting her married.

Yang Cuicui didn't hear clearly, so she asked, "What did you say?"

She turned her head and smiled: "Nothing."

He stood up with the sickle in hand and said, "Auntie Yang, I'm going to get busy."

"Well, I'm leaving too. I'll send the donkey back and go to your Shenjia Village to inquire."

Judging from Shen Ping's words, this marriage probably won't be successful, but you never know.

Her parents' family can't tolerate her, so in order to get married as soon as possible, they might agree.

Ji Wenhe carried a basket of straw and drove the ducks and geese home. He would come back again soon.

The thatch was placed under the shed in the yard and moved back and forth several times.

Two days later, Shen Zhong asked his grandson Shen Xiangrong to bring the land deed over.

When the child saw her, he threw the deed on the ground and left without saying a word.

Ji Wenhe stood at the kitchen door, his tone was very bad: "Brother Shen, the deed has been delivered."

"The head of the village is here?" Shen Rongshan poured the water in the bucket into the jar and poked his head out of the kitchen. "No one is here."

There was no one outside.

He looked at her with a puzzled look, and noticing that she was in a bad mood, he asked with concern: "Wen He, what's wrong?"

Pointing to the paper floating on the ground in the distance: "The deed is there."

"Just now Shen Xiangrong came over, and when he saw me he threw the deed on the ground and ran away without even looking back."

It's really infuriating, there is no manners at all.

Shen Rongshan walked over, picked up the deed, and looked down the mountain with a frown.

Shen Xiangrong ran to the back of his house.

Ji Wenhe walked slowly to his side: "I hate him, he is not likable at all."

If it was her child, if he dared to be so rude, she would beat him to death.

Fortunately it didn’t rain today, otherwise the paper would have been soaked when it fell to the ground.

Shen Rongshan was also helpless: "We can't control other people's children, Wen He, don't be angry, it's not worth it to get yourself hurt by anger."

He didn't dare to say it, and even if he did, according to Jiang Hongxi's personality, he would not catch anyone and beat him up.

Shen Zhong also dotes on his little grandson. He gives him everything he wants at home. If you say something bad about your little grandson, wouldn't that make people hold a grudge against you?

Ji Wenhe took the deed from his hand and folded it up: "Let's go, dig a hole, and build the shed today."

After the shed was set up, there was no heavy work to do at home, so he could go out to sell goods.

Maybe because it was hot, they had to stop to rest often. The two brothers carried less than 100 kilograms of goods and could not sell them all in a day.

I still have to buy a donkey cart as soon as possible, otherwise it’s easy to get heatstroke in the hot summer.

Came to the homestead with a shovel.

Ji Wenhe asked: "Brother Shen, can't we borrow the donkey cart to sell the goods?"

"No, Uncle Sanbao's donkey cart can be lent to us to go to town to buy goods, but it won't be lent to us to sell goods."