"The third son's wife is so sensible, it's heartbreaking."
After everyone returned home, Aunt De watched as Fang Yan dragged a large iron bucket, inside which were three smaller buckets, carrying the little fish into the house. She sighed with heartache to her husband, "She works hard every day from dawn till dusk to earn money to raise her children. After such a big thing happened, she was afraid that her third son would worry and didn't want to tell him. If you ask me, her third son must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good fortune to marry such a good daughter-in-law."
Zhang Zongde found it novel, saying, "The third brother gets a stipend of ninety yuan each, plus all sorts of coupons. Everyone says that marrying the third brother is a blessing that his family has accumulated over eight lifetimes, but with you, it's the other way around."
Aunt De glared at him, "Hmph! Only those who are incompetent would say such things. Look at the third son's family. They earn so much more than the third son. They earn more, and they are hardworking and diligent. Even without the third son's allowance of a few dozen yuan, their lives wouldn't be much worse."
Such a good girl, married to the third son, a man who is never home 365 days a year, and who makes her feel like she is living a widow's life every day. When she is busy, she has no help at all.
When I'm tired, there's no one to comfort me.
When big issues arise, there's no room for discussion. What's the point of marrying a man like that?
The more Aunt De talked, the more aggrieved she felt for Fang Yan. "Don't you have Lao San's phone number here?"
"What do you want to do..." As he suddenly realized what his wife wanted him to do, Zhang Zongde immediately changed his tone, "Nonsense! The things that the third son does are all important, and he can't afford to be distracted. Even his wife, who is so young, knows that we can't let him worry or be anxious."
"How am I being ridiculous? If the third brother's family doesn't say anything, and we don't say anything, how would the third brother know how his wife lives?"
When Aunt De was young, she had quite a strong personality. It's only now that she's older that her personality has softened a lot. "The third son has it tough, but his family has it easy."
We all know the third brother has had a tough time. To be fair, shouldn't we also let him know that his wife has had a tough time too?
"You..."
"I don't care, you have to make that call tomorrow, or don't talk to me anymore starting tomorrow!"
Zhang Zongde, who hadn't finished speaking: ...
After decades of marriage, he still understood very well that since his wife had put it this way, he had no choice but to make the call.
Originally, Zhang Zongde didn't really want to make this call, but no one expected what happened the next day, which made him have to make the call even if he didn't want to.
This was Fang Yan's first Mid-Autumn Festival in Gouzi Village. She had planned to make the festival more ceremonial, for example, to have at least six dishes and one main course. After all, it was a big festival, and the food should be more abundant than usual.
For example: make a lantern for the little fish using a white radish;
And there's also the Moon Goddess...
Now, exhausted both physically and mentally, she secretly changed the original plan of six dishes and one soup to three dishes and one soup.
Then, secretly, they took the white radish that they originally intended to use to make lanterns for the little fish and made it into radish cakes, which they used to worship the Moon Goddess at night.
The project of worshipping the Moon Goddess should still be retained.
After all, this is a unique feature of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Although Fang Yan wasn't in the mood for a big meal, she didn't just throw something together. While preparing the offerings for the evening's worship, she secretly used a high-tech kitchen appliance from the future to make a steamed chicken in a clay pot.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's time to start eating some nourishing foods.
Therefore, she also added some common medicinal herbs with nourishing effects, such as ginseng and goji berries, to the steamed chicken.
Then I used the oven to make garlic-baked fish.
Little Fish can't eat spicy food, so I can only make the non-spicy version.
The baby bok choy seedlings in the vegetable garden have sprouted and are so tender.
Just pick a small handful, stir-fry it in the oil, and when it's done, it's still bright green and looks delicious. Even Qibei, who doesn't usually like green vegetables, ate several bites of it.
Oh, of course, that is, you have to chop the vegetables finely and mix them with the rice.
Fang Yan reserved a little bit of braised pig's head, braised pig intestines, duck legs, and braised pig's feet. After slicing them up, a braised platter is ready.
Although dinner was reduced from six dishes and one soup to three dishes and one soup, it was still anything but simple.
"Come on, let's drink soup instead of wine and toast to our Mid-Autumn Festival! Cheers!"
Fang Yan, holding a bowl of chicken soup, bumped it against Xiao Yuzai's.
A simple sense of ritual is still necessary.
Perhaps it was because of what happened last time, when Fang Baishuang hid him in a dark room, that Xiaoyuzai became bolder?
It's also possible that his mother and Qibei were there, giving him a sense of security.
Surprisingly, he wasn't frightened by what happened today. Holding the soup bowl in his little hands, he clinked glasses with Fang Yan and said with great enthusiasm, "Mom, cheers!"
The mother and son enjoyed a heartwarming Mid-Autumn Festival meal.
After dinner, around 7 p.m., the round and bright moon had already risen. Every household set up a table at their door or in their yard, laid out various fruits, tea, and vegetarian dishes, and began to worship the Moon Goddess.
"You brought us a platter of braised meats, so I'll bring you a plate of steamed taro."
Fang Yan had just set up a table in the yard and was arranging offerings.
Aunt De brought over a plate of taro that was still warm.
There was a lot of braised food today. Before eating, Fang Yan cut up a plate and sent it over to Zhang Zongde and the others to add some dishes.
The Zhang family also planted a lot of taro this year. Aunt De steamed a lot of taro and sent over a plate, which was just right for Fang Yan to worship the moon.
At this moment, there are no streetlights in the village, and only the bright moonlight shines outside.
At the door of every household, or in the courtyard, candles flickered, specifically for worshipping the gods.
The children were catching and playing with small insects nearby;
The adults might set up a small table nearby, where they could drink tea and chat.
Or they might gather in small groups, chatting idly.
In another twenty or so years, the electronics industry will begin to develop rapidly, and incense candles with music will appear.
At that time, every household will have such a large incense stick on their altar when worshipping the Moon Goddess, and the melody that will be played will definitely be "The Moon on the Fifteenth".
This is a unique sight in the countryside on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's quite interesting and pleasant.
On such a beautiful moonlit night, is she really going to rack her brains to reply to some straight man?
Looking at the round, big, and bright moon hanging in the sky, Fang Yan decided that it would be a disservice to such a bright moon tonight if she didn't sit in the courtyard and admire it.
So she decided to reply to Zhang Jizhou the next evening.
However, perhaps it was fate?
Or was it destined that Zhang Jizhou would never receive this reply?
What happened the next day caught Fang Yan completely off guard, and she had no mind to write a reply.
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