Before long, the news that Granny Jia and Jia Yue were getting married spread throughout the village.
Sister-in-law Guihua was somewhat shocked.
A number of gossipy old women had already gathered under the banyan tree.
"My goodness! If we weren't from the same village, I wouldn't have known that someone as old as Granny Jia could still get married."
As Granny Jia passed under the banyan tree, she was filled with resentment and anger.
Given his temperament, he would definitely throw a tantrum under the banyan tree, embarrassing the whole village.
However, several women in the village noticed that the old woman looked somewhat embarrassed.
I walked home with my head down.
Jia Yue, on the other hand, looked bewildered and lost, walking silently down the road with lifeless eyes.
there.
At Chen Xian's home.
Su Wenhao was practicing his boxing in front.
A group of teenagers and women followed behind, practicing along with him.
San Niu originally dragged Cui Hua along to practice together.
Cuihua looked hesitant and waved her hand in refusal.
"No, it won't work. It's fine for your children to practice with me. It's useless for a woman like me to practice blindly."
Chen Xian said calmly, "Let them practice together, I'll join them too."
Cuihua was quite surprised after hearing this, and everyone looked at their father-in-law.
"this……"
His expression was even somewhat strange.
Dad probably didn't want to practice himself, so he got the whole family to practice together.
As a result, the entire farmhouse courtyard became lively and bustling.
Assume a horse stance, raise your leg high, twist your body and throw a punch.
For breakfast, the whole family ate stir-fried eggs with green peppers.
Crisp green peppers paired with golden eggs, rolled up in a water-baked flatbread, exude an enticing aroma, while the breakfast consists of red bean porridge.
It seemed to be the first time Su Wenhao had ever eaten such simple food.
Out of curiosity, I took a small bite.
He ate in small bites, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Elegant posture.
Su Wenxuan kept swallowing large mouthfuls, clicking his tongue in amazement, and exclaimed, "This is completely different from what I expected about rural life. The food is excellent, and the red bean porridge is sweet and delicious. I declare this to be the best meal I have ever eaten."
Su Wenhao chuckled.
Chen Xian: "Dazhu, Erzhu, let's go to the butcher's house next door to buy some pork later."
I glanced at the sky.
"The locust plague may be over, and we can start preparing food."
Erzhu looked excited and clenched his fists.
"Great! It's been a long time since I've been to town, and I do miss the feeling of having copper coins in my hand."
Chen Xian: That's just how people are.
If you stay home and do farm work, once you put many things aside, you won't think about picking them up again.
For example, when he thought about exercising to lose weight, he would often do it all at once.
The correct scientific measurement method for running, without looking at any guides, is a scientifically balanced diet.
Wait a minute, once all these plans are in place, all my passion for losing weight is extinguished.
This is human laziness.
Su Wenhao asked calmly, "Uncle Xian, can we come along?"
Su Wenhao was also excited, "Since I came to this village, I feel like I have been bursting with countless inspirations. Maybe going to the countryside to collect folk songs will inspire me to create a new storybook."
Chen Xian borrowed an oxcart.
Under the big banyan tree, Da Cheng's mother watched them leave.
"Dad Dazhu, where are we headed?"
Chen Xian responded, "I'll buy some meat from the next village. The kids at home have been working too hard these past few days; they're at the age where they need to grow."
Da Cheng's mother looked surprised.
"Oh my, it seems you made quite a bit of money in town before. How much is meat per pound? Even wheat flour is only seven coins per pound."
A summer breeze caressed my face as I walked along the road.
The scorching wind blowing against one's face makes one feel like a dried-out salted fish, stifling and hot.
Chen Xian: "Wenxuan and Wenhao, I'm curious, did your families know you were going out? Given your standard of living, the imperial examination should be your serious business, right? After you're done with this trip, you can stay home and study."
Su Wenxuan curled his lip in disdain: "Alright, uncle, I don't think I have any talent for studying. I was just lucky to pass the county-level exam. As for passing the provincial-level exam, I wouldn't even dare to dream of it."
Su Wenhao: "I'm not interested in reading. I just like to help the weak and fight against evil, and be a chivalrous hero."
Chen Xian did not continue to persuade him.
Silly boy, you haven't experienced the harsh realities of life yet; your life has been too privileged.
Judging from his appearance, his family must be quite well-off.
At least there's someone behind them sheltering them from the wind and rain.
They arrived at Butcher Feng's house.
The sound of a pig being slaughtered could be heard coming from inside.
Once inside, I saw a pig being hung upside down on a wooden stick, being bled.
The entire courtyard was filled with a stench of blood.
Chen Xian: "Sir, I'm here to buy pork. How much does fresh pork cost per pound?"
Butcher Feng looked them over. "Which village are you from?"
Chen Xian: "From the neighboring Chating Village."
The butcher scanned the group of people.
Erzhu looked on and asked, "Why is it called Chating Village?"
The butcher said irritably, "As long as it's not from Qingxia Village, it's fine. Twenty coins a pound."
Erzhu chuckled, finally understanding why his father had spoken that way.
Chen Xian frowned: "It only costs twenty coins in town. Can you make it cheaper? I might need a lot, so you won't have to go to town."
Butcher Feng bluntly said, "That's the price. If you're not buying, get out of here."
Chen Xian then looked at the pig's blood placed below.
"Are we going to throw away the pig's blood?"
The butcher waved his hand and said, "Keep it to dump into the fields for crops. If you want it, I can give it to you for free, but of course, you'll sell it with pork."
Chen Xian said helplessly, "Alright then, give me ten catties of pork, all the pig's blood, and how much is the pork knuckle per catty?"
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