Chapter 30 She's doing fine
Chen Feng was willing to let Jiang Yeming become her son-in-law.
But she has an older brother, and her parents wouldn't agree to it.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have to suffer such humiliation at the Jiang family's house every day.
But now they don't own a single plot of land, and it's hard to say whether they'll receive any grain after the autumn harvest.
They still had to watch Song Chunxue's expression. Just like her mother said, it was okay to suffer a little for now. They would coax her into dividing the land, and then she could do whatever she wanted with this old woman.
Thinking this way, Chen Feng felt much better.
She stepped forward and tugged at Jiang Yeming's sleeve, giving him a wink.
“Mother, that’s not what he meant. I have an older brother. Besides, Jiang Yeming is your son. How can you expect your son to become a live-in son-in-law?”
“We were wrong before and made Mother angry. I know that saying we shouldn’t divide the land was just something we said in anger. It’s because Mother has spoiled the eldest son that he’s like this. I will talk to him about it.”
Chen Feng spoke in a friendly tone, like a peacemaker, and smiled at Song Chunxue.
“Mom, I also brought some sweet fermented rice from home. Would you like to try some?” Chen Feng said, turning around and going into the house. She brought out a bowl. “My mom’s isn’t very sweet, so please don’t mind.”
It's like the sun has risen in the west; Song Chunxue felt as if she were seeing a fake Chen Feng.
In her past life, she gave the best land and things to the eldest son, but Chen Feng was always cold and indifferent. He never said anything nice to her and always looked at her like she was an enemy.
Today, she not only smiled and said nice things to her, but also gave her things that she had brought from her own family.
It was as if she had been reborn in her mother's womb.
Looking at the sweet fermented rice in her hand, Song Chunxue thought of some past events.
"No, you guys eat. I can cook myself." With that, Song Chunxue turned and went into the courtyard, ignoring them.
Even from a distance, she could hear Chen Feng trying to persuade Jiang Yeming.
It seems her son hasn't learned to behave himself yet.
Perhaps it's time to put those bad ideas she had considered before into practice.
In the evening, as usual, she returned from the mountain and spread the wormwood and dandelions out in the field to dry.
Jiang Yeming and Chen Feng have returned from the fields in Dachang, where wheat was planted this year, and it's not yet time to build a yard.
They can only build a yard after the wheat is harvested and the grain is brought home.
Song Chunxue sat on the ground, put the dried Artemisia capillaris into a bag, and pretended to be very weak, coughing a few times.
Jiang Yeming was drawing water from the cistern when he heard her cough. He said indifferently, "If you cough, take your medicine. You can also drink some dandelion water. Don't hold it in."
Song Chunxue sneered. This was the first time Jiang Yeming had ever spoken to her with concern.
It looks awkward, doesn't it? His face is all long.
"Okay, I understand." Song Chunxue patted her chest and coughed a few times. "There's too much work in the fields. If you want to get a share of the grain in the fall, go pull some weeds in the fields. Otherwise, you won't get any when the grain is distributed. I'm letting you know in advance so you won't complain that I'm being unfair later."
"If you want to eat or use something, you have to put in the effort. You're married now and living a normal life. Don't think I need to teach you this principle again and again. If word gets out, people will laugh at you."
Jiang Yeming carried the water into the thatched kiln and reluctantly hummed in agreement.
Chen Feng was cutting potatoes, muttering something under her breath.
When Song Chunxue opened the courtyard gate and started cooking in the kitchen, she couldn't find the small stool she usually used to use for tending the fire.
It's obvious without even guessing that the boss took it.
Fine, he felt sorry for his wife and took away his mother's old stool. Would she still hold it against him?
It's not time to turn against each other yet; let's save it for now.
Anyway, Song Chunxue has the strength now, so she can make small stools.
His father used to work as a carpenter, and all the tools in the house are still there.
If she finds it too troublesome, she can simply saw off a section of the tree stump.
Just as dusk was falling, Sanwa returned from herding sheep, carrying a bundle of dry branches he had collected from the mountain.
Fearing that the eldest son would take it and use it, Song Chunxue had Sanwa carry it directly to the kitchen.
Seeing the stir-fried eggs with chives on the table, Sanwa swallowed hard and looked up at Song Chunxue.
"Eat up, look what I'm making, I made this for you." Song Chunxue picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it into the bowl of sour gluten. "You like gluten, eat more."
She rarely made lazy dumplings before because her eldest son didn't like them; he preferred glutinous rice.
Although Song Chunxue herself also loves to eat lazy dumplings.
Lazy dumplings are made with coarse grain flour. Three kinds of coarse grain flour are mixed together with water, stirred into a thin consistency, scooped out with a spatula, and then slowly dropped into a pot of boiling water with a chopstick.
Because it doesn't require kneading dough or getting your hands dirty, and it's quick to make, it's considered a dish only lazy people would cook, hence the name "lazy dumpling."
Actually, if you want it to taste better, you have to stir and mix it a lot, which takes a lot of effort. Song Chunxue's wrists were sore from stirring.
She was very happy to see that Sanwa had eaten more than three bowls.
She took the bowl to the kitchen, and Sanwa rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll wash it. You go to sleep; your cough is quite bad."
Song Chunxue actually coughed twice.
Could it be that he actually fell ill from faking it?
"No need, go to sleep, or you can read a book." Song Chunxue pushed him aside and squeezed in front of the stove. "Turn the oil lamp up a bit, don't hurt your eyes."
Sanwa scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his face flushing as he realized he'd been caught secretly reading.
"I'm just browsing casually. I don't need to read at night; it's all just miscellaneous essays and storybooks."
Song Chunxue understood that he meant the books he had read were useless.
"Watch if you want, it's not like we can't afford lamp oil," Song Chunxue said casually. "You should also learn some arithmetic. Use the paper and pen your second brother left behind. You'll need to learn arithmetic well in the future."
Sanwa nodded, "I understand, Mother."
Actually, he was reluctant to use lamp oil. Sometimes he would secretly light the lamp, and to avoid being seen by his mother, he would sit up and cover himself with the quilt to block the light.
When Song Chunxue saw him walk out of the kitchen, she noticed the dark bruises on his ankles.
"You were in a fight?"
"without."
Sanwa quickly denied it, "What's wrong?"
Song Chunxue pointed to his ankle, "It's all black, who hit you?"
Could it be that the parents of the child she beat up that day have come for revenge?
“No,” Sanwa said, bowing his head and blushing, “I saw them bullying Xia Mulan, so I fought with them.”
Song Chunxue smiled, "Never fought before?"
"It's a draw, but I made his nose bleed." Sanwa clenched his fist. "I'm very strong."
He manages the flock by throwing clods of dirt at them every day, which gives him strength in his arms.
"Do you want your mother to arrange your marriage as soon as possible?" Song Chunxue asked her seriously, suppressing a laugh. "What if someone else gets engaged first, and I can't find someone more suitable in time?"
"Let's finalize it, let's finalize it as soon as possible." Sanwa stood at the door, most of his body hidden in the shadows, his voice growing softer and softer, "She's fine."
Seeing his shy expression, Song Chunxue suppressed her laughter and said, "Okay, then I'll go to Xia Ying's house another day."
"Hmm." Sanwa was so embarrassed that he turned to run away.
"Wait, boil some water for yourself tomorrow, I won't make you soup. There are two boiled eggs in this cupboard, in a bowl, remember to take them."
She has to put on an act tomorrow, and to make it convincing, she has to take care of every aspect.
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