Jiang Xi asked him, "What if one of us dies first?"

Yan Zheng stroked her fingers: "So what if you're dead? If you die first, I'll keep vigil for you."

"When I can't take it anymore, I'll dig a hole next to you and lie down with you. If I die first, you can commit suicide with me."

Jiang Xi was initially quite moved, but after hearing his words, she held back the tears that were about to fall and glared at him: "Why do you keep vigil when I die, but I have to commit suicide for love when you die?"

Yan Zheng looked at his little face for a long time before slowly saying, "I'm afraid you'll suffer. If you get hurt by wild animals, or go hungry or get cold, you'll become a pitiful little thing, and I can't bear to see that."

Jiang Xi snorted: "You're quite nosy. You're dead and you still care about things in the mortal world? I can still chop wood and won't freeze to death. Besides, I'll become better and better at hunting and won't starve to death." She became more and more arrogant as she spoke, and she could hardly contain the little bit of pride in her eyes.

Yan Zheng pulled her back into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said slowly, "Well, then you should live well."

"Whether I'm here or not, live well and live to be seventy or eighty, preferably a hundred. Then Du Ling will celebrate your 100th birthday."

The thought of two wrinkled old ladies sitting together celebrating their 100th birthdays and blowing out candles made Jiang Xi break down in an instant; she suddenly found the scene rather funny.

She naturally relaxed and nestled in Yan Zheng's arms, her long, fluffy hair cascading over his broad chest and entwining around his fingertips.

Yan Zheng gently twirled a strand of hair.

Soft, smooth, and carrying Jiang Xi's unique sweet fragrance, after a long while, Yan Zheng's throat moved slightly, and he solemnly said, "Let's get married."

After saying that, he looked down at Jiang Xi in his arms.

"What?" Jiang Xi was a little confused. Was this a marriage proposal?

Jiang Xi saw that his eyes were full of sincerity and passion.

She quickly got out of Yan Zheng's arms, sat up straight, and coughed twice: "Is this a marriage proposal?"

Yan Zheng looked into her watery eyes, smiled, and said seriously, "Yes, I'm proposing."

Jiang Xi's eyes widened: "Proposing like this? This is far too informal, there's not even a ring."

She's not someone who's easily fooled.

Yan Zheng sat up straight, then opened the bedside table and took out a wooden box.

Upon opening it and taking out what was inside, there was a piece of white jade, about the size of a button, but its shape... was a heart.

Jiang Xi: "..."

Yan Zheng blushed, a rare sight for him: "Everyone says girls like these dreamy things, but I don't know if it's dreamy enough."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I'm not going to find the ring. I found these two stones by the river that day. Judging from their transparency, they should be jade."

"I picked it up and shaped it into this form myself."

As he spoke, he turned the jade over, and in the blink of an eye, a heart-shaped piece of jade was split in two.

Jiang Xi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "So creative!"

That's way too unconventional.

Yan Zheng laughed along, "Look at this."

Jiang Xi looked in the direction of his fingertip and then noticed two jade stones. Near the heart, the left one had the character "铮" written on it, and the right one had the character "曦" written on it.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xi's eyes instantly reddened. She quickly widened her eyes and sniffed.

Jiang Xi naturally knew the hardness of jade, and the fact that he was able to carve two characters on it showed how much effort he had put in.

Yan Zheng placed the piece with the character "Zheng" in her hand: "The only regret is that we didn't find any diamonds, so we can't drill a hole for the time being. We'll have to trouble you to make two bags later so we can hang them around our necks."

Jiang Xi's throat was choked with soreness as she asked him, "Then how did you polish it?"

Those in Jiang Xi's line of work frequently handle jade artifacts and know that polishing jade is the most tedious process. There are no tools here, so it's unclear how he managed to complete it.

Yan Zheng said, "It's nothing, I'll just polish it slowly with cowhide. Actually, I should have given it to you a long time ago, but I always thought I'd polish it until it was shiny before giving it to you."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xi could no longer hold back her tears, which started falling in a steady stream.

Yan Zheng reached out and gently wiped away his tears: "You're crying already? Do you still stand by what you said last time about marrying me?"

Jiang Xi knew that the last time he was talking about was the night when the two of them were tricked by Yan Jing'an into spending the night in the wild.

She choked back tears, her eyes glistening as she looked at Yan Zheng, and tentatively asked, "Is it too late to say you won't marry me now?"

It's just a marriage proposal, why am I crying so much?

Yan Zheng seemed surprised by her answer; he had expected Jiang Xi to cry and throw herself into his arms, saying, "I do."

That girl is really wicked.

Yan Zheng wrapped one arm around her waist, groping her smooth skin, and with a wicked smile, pressed her closer to him.

His tone was gentle and affectionate, yet tinged with a hint of threat: "Say it again."

Jiang Xi tensed instantly, her face flushed, but she still tried to take advantage of him: "Mr. Yan, you don't use the honey trap... um."

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Zheng cupped the back of her head with his right hand and kissed her. With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her thigh and leaned in.

"It's too late, we're getting married tonight."

...

Exhausted from all the commotion until midnight, Jiang Xi vaguely felt Yan Zheng kissing her forehead, her breath filled with the scent of a man.

Yan Zheng asked in a hoarse voice, "Should I call you 'wife' or 'old lady' from now on?"

Jiang Xi was so tired from his antics that she slapped him on the chin and said, "Call me Mom."

Yan Zheng chuckled twice, his voice extremely hoarse and seductive.

After a long while, just as Yan Zheng was about to fall asleep, Jiang Xi suddenly said, "I want to have my wedding in the fall."

People always say that spring represents hope, but Jiang Jiangxi thinks that autumn does. Autumn means harvest, which means that they need to start storing a lot of food.

She only felt that the most hopeful time of year was when the granaries and houses were full of food.

Summer has quietly arrived before we know it. The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

The pond and fig tree in the yard were filled with the chirping of cicadas from morning till night. It seemed that only in this way could the insects express their protest against the hot weather.

Jiang Xi had just returned from cutting grass in the field and was sitting on a stone bench under a tree, tidying up the chrysanthemums she had picked from the mountains and forests a couple of days ago.

Those that look good after drying are taken out separately and placed in earthenware jars, while the smaller ones and those with abnormal colors are picked out and thrown away.

She also picked out some honeysuckle using the same method and stored it separately in a ceramic jar.

Even though she was sitting under the tree, the sweat on her forehead never stopped. She couldn't go shirtless like a man, so she could only take out a banana leaf fan from time to time and fan herself when she got too hot.