Chapter 179 Wild Wolves Deliver Gifts
The elderly, the weak, women and children hid in the inner room.
The men blocked the door with their weapons, ready to rush in at any time.
Xiao Dian fearlessly charged at the wild boar. Zhao San Niu took out the long knife that the village head had rewarded him with last time from the house and slashed fiercely at the wild boar's head.
Just as the long knife was about to chop off the pig's head, the wild boar, weighing several hundred pounds, suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Sanniu slowly approached with a knife in hand and kicked the wild boar hard, but the boar didn't move.
Cheng Wanwan let go of Cheng Zhao, and Cheng Zhao immediately rushed over to help the old lady Cheng up. The old lady Cheng was still shaken and hid to the side.
"Mother, there's a bloody hole in the wild boar's neck." Zhao Sanniu squatted down and examined it carefully. "There's also a bloody hole in its belly, and its hind legs were bitten too. It must have been bitten by a wolf."
Grandma Zhao burst into laughter: "The wild wolves in the mountains are really kind-hearted. Knowing that your family is having a banquet today, they specially sent a congratulatory gift."
Her words directly attributed the wild boar to Cheng Wanwan, and before some villagers who had harbored ulterior motives could even speak, their cryptic remarks were silenced.
Cheng Wanwan smiled and patted Xiaodian and Xiaohei's heads: "You two go up the mountain and thank them properly on my behalf."
Little Dot: "Aww—"
Little Black: "Awooooo—"
Big Black: "Woof woof woof!"
The three of them rushed up the mountain together, and Wangcai from next door followed with his short legs.
Zhao Dashan and his three younger brothers dragged the wild boar to the kitchen nearby and waited until the banquet was over to deal with it.
The banquet continued, and Cheng Wanwan asked someone to add some braised dishes to each table.
The fact that a wild boar was delivered to their door became a popular topic of conversation after dinner.
Old Mrs. Cheng was pulled aside by Cheng Zhao.
"Grandma, I'll say it again, don't find any more men for Second Aunt."
He took a money pouch out of his sleeve and handed it over.
"Here is two taels of silver. Please take it back and return it to that man, so he won't come again."
Grandma Cheng stuffed the money pouch back into his sleeve: "Keep this money for your travel expenses. Grandma has also saved some money, all for you to take the imperial examination in Huzhou. Since you've chosen to stay with the Zhao family, Grandma won't force you to go back. You must study hard, and—"
The old lady looked into the courtyard and said, "That must be Young Master Shen, the magistrate's son. You must be on good terms with Young Master Shen. With his help, you'll have no trouble passing the imperial examination."
Originally, she was determined to take her eldest grandson back with her, but now she has changed her mind.
Cheng Wanwan, that little prostitute, is indeed capable. Even if she can't marry the county magistrate, she can still become the godmother of the county magistrate's son. This will be incredible in the future.
The benefits of Zhao'er staying here outweigh the drawbacks.
"Alright, Grandma's gone. Go back and read your book."
Grandma Cheng helped him straighten his clothes and then turned and left the yard.
After walking a few steps, the old woman suddenly slapped her thigh in regret. Her own daughter's family had gotten a wild boar for nothing. She should have at least gotten a big pig leg plus twenty or thirty pounds of pork to take back.
But she had already left the courtyard; if she went back now, she would probably be beaten up.
Most importantly, she was a little afraid of Zhao'er's gaze.
Grandma Cheng sighed for a while, and finally left reluctantly.
Cheng Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her figure disappear on the mountain path.
He walked up to Cheng Wanwan, his voice filled with self-reproach: "Second Aunt, I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."
"It has nothing to do with you," Cheng Wanwan said with a smile. "You're a good kid in every way, but you just like to take on things that have nothing to do with you. Go eat your food."
Several familiar women surrounded Cheng Wanwan, asking her all sorts of questions.
"Grandma, why did you refuse the magistrate's marriage proposal?"
"This is the county magistrate. If you marry him, you will be the county magistrate's wife. How could you refuse?"
"If you really become the county magistrate's wife, will we have to kneel down and bow to you every time we see you?"
"Will the magistrate force me to marry him?"
Cheng Wanwan chuckled and said, "I don't have that much charm to make the magistrate disregard etiquette and force me to marry him. Besides, the magistrate is a public official who only cares about the people, and he would never do such a thing."
Aunt Wang pulled her aside and whispered, "Aunt Dashan, I remember Dashan's father went to the battlefield eight or nine years ago, and news came back a year ago that he had died in battle. You haven't seen Dashan's father for so many years, why do you still miss him?"
Cheng Wanwan felt a little guilty.
The original owner's memories of Zhao Youjin were already very blurry, and she had almost no recollection of him.
Fortunately, Zhao Youjin has already sacrificed his life for the country; otherwise, if she had transmigrated into Cheng Wanwan of Dahe Village, she would have had to serve her husband, which would have been devastating.
She stood up and said, "You guys take your time eating, I'll go check over there."
As soon as she arrived at the front yard, she saw Shen Zheng walking out of the yard looking lost and dejected.
She couldn't help but sigh. Why was this child so stubborn?
She wiped her hands and followed them out.
Shen Zheng walked to the edge of her field and sat down, squatting by the field, doing something unknown.
"Xiao Zheng."
Cheng Wanwan called out.
Shen Zheng immediately turned his head and pointed to the edge of the field, saying, "Auntie, look, isn't the rice heading?"
Cheng Wanwan looked down and saw that the axillary buds were sprouting from the green leaves. The green spikes were still small, but they had indeed started to grow!
However, when she looked at the Wang family's field next door, there was no sign of ears of grain yet.
It's understandable. Her family had been taking good care of their fields since the harvest. She gave them instructions, and Dashan went to the fields every day to weed and fertilize. In addition, she had secretly applied a round of chemical fertilizer, so it's normal that the ears of rice sprouted a few days earlier than other families.
Shen Zheng carefully observed the rice ears and said slowly, "No one should starve to death this year, Auntie. This is all thanks to you."
"This is everyone's achievement. If no one believed me, the ratooning rice wouldn't have grown," Cheng Wanwan said with a smile. "Let's not make a fuss about this yet. We'll all be happy together after the rice grows in the other fields."
Shen Zheng turned his head, pursed his lips and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry. It was actually me who instigated my father to come and propose marriage today. My father did such a reckless thing because of something I said. I will go home tomorrow and explain this to my father."
He does things on a whim; he suddenly wanted a mother, so he brought it up with his father.
His father has been quiet lately, probably because he went to persuade his grandmother. Only after his grandmother agreed did he dare to propose marriage.
But what good was Grandmother's agreement? Aunt Zhao had no intention of marrying his father.
Some things can't be forced, so just let them go.
Cheng Wanwan looked at him: "Do you need me to come along?"
"This is trouble I caused myself, so of course I'll handle it all by myself." Shen Zheng paused for a moment and said, "Does my aunt still stand by what she said about adopting me as her godson?"
“Of course it counts,” Cheng Wanwan said with a smile. “But this is a big deal, so you need to discuss it with your father before we hold the ceremony.”
In this era, once people recognize each other as godparents, they will truly treat each other as relatives. This is not just a matter for one person, but for two families.
Therefore, the matter can only be officially started with the approval of the county magistrate.
Shen Zheng grinned.
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