Return to the village

Zhao Guomin went to look at houses at noon. New houses were quite expensive, and second-hand houses were quite remote and dark inside.

The next day, Song Xiaojuan closed the shop and she and Zhao Guomin spent the day looking for a house.

All the ones I looked at were second-hand. There was one that was pretty good, but the price was a bit high, at eight thousand.

The house has two bedrooms and a living room, and the decoration is also pretty good. Zhao Guomin originally wanted to agree.

Song Xiaojuan pinched him. She had just looked at the location of the house and found that there was a vegetable market downstairs near the street.

She told the homeowner about these unfavorable conditions and said she would consider it if the price was 6,000.

The homeowner also knew the disadvantages of his house and did not hesitate.

The house transfer procedures were completed quickly.

The two of them went to the new house to clean up together in the evening.

Song Xiaojuan replaced both the sofa and the floor bed.

The entire ten thousand was almost gone. Of course, all the money was paid by Zhao Guomin. Song Xiaojuan felt a little embarrassed and could only help out.

On the first day of moving into the new house, Song Xiaojuan steamed buns and made six dishes, representing prosperity and good luck.

Even when Zhao Guomin mocked her for being superstitious, Song Xiaojuan ignored him.

Zhao Guomin called Li Fengjiang.

Li Fengjiang was quite surprised and came to congratulate him with some wine in the evening.

When he saw Song Xiaojuan, he gave Zhao Guomin a look.

Zhao Guomin put his arm around Song Xiaojuan's shoulders and said, "We got the marriage certificate, but we didn't have a wedding yet."

Li Fengjiang opened his mouth wide for a long time before closing it: "Good boy! You didn't even say a word about such a big thing! I must punish you tonight."

The two of them were drunk and unconscious.

The next day, Zhao Guomin got up after Li Fengjiang left.

Song Xiaojuan was cooking porridge in the kitchen and Zhao Guomin was mopping the floor. It really looked like home.

Time flies, and it’s the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

"We have to go back to the village to celebrate the New Year." Zhao Guomin said this casually while picking up some food.

Song Xiaojuan paused with her chopsticks in her hand and said, "Go back by yourself." She had no concerns about the village.

As for Zhao Guomin's family, let him deal with it. Song Xiaojuan doesn't want to get involved at all.

"After all, I'm getting married. I have to go home and hold a wedding. I have to fulfill my responsibilities to the old lady."

Song Xiaojuan looked up at Zhao Guomin. What attracted her most about him was his sense of responsibility.

"You can go back, but you have to deal with the shit at home."

The two of them returned on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. Zhao Guomin bought New Year's goods, and the two of them took a taxi back.

As soon as he entered the village, he met Zhao Guomin's aunt who had just returned from the market: "Guomin? You're back for the New Year. Your mother was talking about you yesterday. She thought you wouldn't come back. Is this your girlfriend?" Pointing at Song Xiaojuan.

Song Xiaojuan has indeed changed a lot this year. First of all, her clothes have become more fashionable, her skin has become fairer, she wears makeup again, and she has a slightly curly hairstyle of her own. If you don't tell her, you really wouldn't recognize her.

Zhao Guomin carried New Year's goods in one hand and held Song Xiaojuan's hand in the other: "Yes, my wife, Song Xiaojuan."

"What! Is this Juanzi? Oh my god, I can't recognize her. How come she's so pretty? She looks just like the people in the city. Are you opening a clothing store now?" When Yan Zi's mother in the village said this, they thought she was bragging, but it seems like she really did it.

"Well, Auntie, let's go home first."

As soon as she entered the house, the dog in the yard started barking non-stop. Li Cuifen looked out from the house and saw that it was the fourth brother who came back. She was so happy that she got off the bed quickly. The prodigal thought he had forgotten about this family.

When he opened the door and saw Song Xiaojuan following behind Zhao Guomin, his expression instantly fell: "Juan'er, is there something wrong?"

"She is my wife. It's not a big deal for her to go home for the New Year." Zhao Guomin took Song Xiaojuan's hand and walked around Li Cuifen into the house.

"What!" Li Cuifen instantly felt as if a huge thunder struck her forehead, and her head was on fire. She held on to the door to avoid falling.

Li Cuifen reacted and rushed in: "Old Fourth, stop talking nonsense all day long. Did you two have your wedding? I, as your mother, don't even know what kind of daughter-in-law you are. We in the Zhao family won't recognize you!"

Song Xiaojuan stood up and said with a smile, "Legally, we are legally married. It doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not. If it weren't for Zhao Guomin's family, I wouldn't want to step into this. I'm not coming here to get scolded. If you dare to say another word, we'll go our separate ways from now on, and you can just pretend that Zhao Guomin is not your son."

"Fourth Brother! Is this the daughter-in-law you found? You let her make your mother so angry? Ah, how can I, an old lady, live with the face to be bullied by my daughter-in-law like this? She doesn't let me recognize her mother as soon as I enter the house. She will make trouble in the future. You can't have this daughter-in-law, Fourth Brother." Li Cuifen cried and shouted.

Everyone outside the door heard it and hurried to call Zhao Shen home.

As soon as Zhao Shen entered the house, he heard Zhao Guomin say, "She's right. If you keep cursing every time we come back, we won't come back in the future. I'll leave the New Year's goods here, and we'll leave first."

"Why are you leaving? Who doesn't have a family reunion during the New Year?" Zhao Shen is the village chief and speaks with authority.

"Your mother is not good at talking. Juan, don't take it to heart. I heard that you are running your own business now." Zhao Shen asked while sitting on the kang and rolling a cigarette.

"Yes." Song Xiaojuan and Zhao Shen had not had much contact, so her answer was quite standard.

"Good boy, I agree with you and the fourth brother, but you are not married after all. Living together like this is bound to cause gossip among outsiders. After the New Year, I will find someone to calculate the date and then hold a banquet for you."

The implication is to let Song Xiaojuan go.

"You don't need to hold a wedding banquet, they have already got their marriage certificate!" Li Cuifen said this on the kang.

Zhao Shen, who was usually a very deep and reserved person, was furious at this moment. "Fourth Brother! What the hell did you do? Do you have no parents? Why didn't you tell your family about such a big thing? You don't even have a house, so where are you going to live?"

"My mother knew about it the last time she went there. Second, I am an adult and I have my own plans. Third, as for the house, we have already bought one in the county. The New Year's goods have been delivered, and we will go back soon. You don't have to be unhappy because of our affairs." Zhao Guomin held Song Xiaojuan's hand all the time.

Li Cuifen was shocked when she heard that he had bought a house. It was rare to buy a house in the county these days, and the fourth brother had actually bought one secretly! How could he make so much money just by selling fruit?

Zhao Shen didn't expect the fourth brother to be so capable. He always thought that the fourth brother was not as reliable as his three brothers, who were always messing around. He didn't expect that he was so capable.

Their son has become successful, and as parents they are happy. Zhao Shen thinks quickly, and since they have both obtained their marriage certificate, why should he still be the bad guy?

"Mom, you go cook. I'm going to Old Chang's house to ask them to calculate a date and see if it's suitable for the wedding banquet." As he said that, he pulled Li Cuifen out.

Going to the outer room, he said, "You better be quiet. You've already got the certificate. What's the point of making a fuss? It will only alienate your son from you! The girl from the Old Song family is now her own boss. How many people in the village can do that? If you can marry her, you'll be very lucky. If you dare to make trouble, I'll send you back to your parents' home!"

Li Cuifen was afraid of Zhao Shen, so no matter how dissatisfied she was, she had to endure it. She didn't know what the building looked like, as she had never lived there.

The eldest, second and third brothers all came in the evening, and they were all stunned when they saw Song Xiaojuan.

When they heard that they had already obtained the marriage certificate, their expressions varied.

The eldest son's wife was more traditional in her thinking and thought Song Xiaojuan was too open-minded, so she went directly to the outer room to help Li Cuifen cook.

The second son's wife lives in town. She doesn't know Song Xiaojuan very well. She only knows that her family is not well off, but she is indeed beautiful. No wonder the fourth son is determined to marry her.

The third daughter-in-law had heard that Song Xiaojuan was her own boss. She thought it was similar to the ones at the market. But when she looked closely, she saw that what she was wearing was really nice. "Fourth daughter-in-law, I heard you're selling clothes now?"

Song Xiaojuan stood in front of the window, listened to the other person talking, and nodded.

"Is there a market in the county?" This was asked by the second son's wife. It was the first time she heard of this.

"No, my store is in the department store." Song Xiaojuan said calmly.

When the second son’s wife heard this, she was shocked. She said that not everyone can open a department store. He must be bragging.

"Where is your store? I'll go directly to your shop to buy clothes when I go there next time."

Song Xiaojuan told us the location, so just buy it. Everyone who comes has to pay.

The second son's wife's eyes immediately changed: "Did you sell the clothes you are wearing yourself?"

When Song Xiaojuan came back, she was wearing a long down jacket on the outside, a red waisted top with leggings on the inside, and short boots on her feet.

It was not noticeable before she took off the down jacket, but the secret was revealed once she took it off. It showed that Song Xiaojuan had a slim figure, and the red color made her look whiter.

The third son’s wife is about the same age as her, but they look very different.

The second daughter of the eldest family, Erxia, was more direct: "Auntie is so pretty."

Song Xiaojuan was amused. It was the first genuine smile she had given since she came back. Children are really the best. She bent down and took out candies from her pocket and gave them to the children.

"Did you sell these clothes yourself?" The second son's wife was really moved when she saw the clothes on Song Xiaojuan.

Song Xiaojuan is quite willing to talk to people with a straightforward personality.

"That's enough! Stop talking and come out to light a fire. You have no sense at all!" Li Cuifen yelled in the outer room.

The second son's wife curled her lips at Song Xiaojuan: "Did you bring any spare clothes? If not, wear mine."

The third son's wife curled her lips beside her. The second sister-in-law was the most powerful and she would curry favor with anyone who could.

Song Xiaojuan did not change the second son's wife. When she went out, she squatted on the ground and made a fire.

An interesting thing happened during the meal. The man and his grandson went to the table to eat first, while the woman and her granddaughter waited in the kitchen until they finished eating before going to the table.

This was the first time Song Xiaojuan knew about this strange custom. She had only eaten a little breakfast and her stomach was already growling with hunger.

She was already very angry when she came back at noon, but she was worried that Zhao Guomin had not lost his temper. She also had nowhere to go. It turned out that the house had been there for a long time and she didn't dare to live there. At this time, she had reached her limit of tolerance.

Zhao Guomin and Song Xiaojuan had been together for a long time and knew her too well. He quickly said, "Mom, put a table on the ground quickly. No one has eaten yet and we are starving."

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent and looked at Zhao Guomin. He pretended not to see anything and set the table. "Song Xiaojuan, hurry up and serve the dishes. You didn't eat anything this morning. If you're hungry and your stomach hurts, you won't know it. Then no one will be able to eat peacefully."

What I meant was, whoever prevents my wife from having food to eat, no one else can have food to eat.

The second son's wife laughed at the door, and then looked at Zhao Laoer on the kang. They were born of the same mother, so why was there such a big difference between them?