Chapter 98 I'm Not Serving You Anymore
Hearing what the fourth brother said, Song Chunxue looked at him with a half-smile.
"What, have you found me a match? Or did someone ask you recently if you wanted to find me an unwanted old man?"
The fourth brother scratched his head. "No, I was just asking out of curiosity."
"Hmph, you're my child, do you think I can't tell what you're thinking?" Song Chunxue sat down on the ground, took out a leather water bag and took a sip of water. "I'm curious too, you never used to ask me this."
“No, that’s not true. I just think that Mother is still young, and we’ve all grown up. If you want to find someone, it’s not impossible.” The fourth brother lowered his voice and said, “Look at other villages, there are quite a few women who remarry at the age of forty.”
Looking at the crimson sunset, Song Chunxue snorted through her nose, "Trying to find a tall one among short ones, huh?"
"At my age, the men I can find are either old bachelors who no one wants or widowers whose wives have passed away. Which one do you think I would be interested in?"
"Do you know what it's like for men in this world, especially older men, to look for women?"
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the fourth brother perked up and instantly felt less tired. He raised his hand and threw two clods of dirt, causing the sheep in the two open areas below to turn around.
After the wheat was harvested, the licorice grew even more vigorously in the fields that hadn't yet been plowed, and the sheep loved to eat it.
He sat cross-legged opposite Song Chunxue, looking like he was all ears.
"It's the same as looking for a donkey."
"Huh?" The fourth son's eyes widened. "Mother, is that how you make a comparison?"
Am I wrong in my description?
Song Chunxue took a bite of the yellowish-brown steamed bun, her gaze distant. "First, it needs to be strong; second, it needs to be able to reproduce; and third, it needs to have good teeth. You mean when you buy a donkey at the market, isn't that the same thing?"
"..." The fourth brother was speechless. "Could it be because you have feelings for him?"
"Heh!" Song Chunxue sneered, "All crows are black. They're only interesting for the first few days. What happens after that? They'll still be treated like slaves. If they're like Old Man Wang and Li Guangzheng, who like to flirt with other people's wives when they go out, aren't they just asking for trouble?"
The fourth brother pondered for a moment, "That's true. In this area of several hundred miles, if there were any honest bachelors, they would have been snatched up by other people's widows long ago."
Song Chunxue frowned.
“Mother, I didn’t mean you were a widow…” The fourth son raised his hand and slapped his own mouth. “That’s not what I meant. I meant to say…”
He couldn't explain it clearly, and his neck and face instantly turned a dark reddish-black color.
"I'm just a widow, and I've been a widow for over nine years. That's a fact. What are you embarrassed about?"
The fourth brother scratched his ear. "That's what it means."
“Since you don’t have that plan, I’m relieved. Otherwise…” the fourth brother chuckled twice, “if you were to find someone like Chen Feng in the future, our Jiang family would be in real trouble.”
In her past life, the people in the village would openly or secretly test her, whether they wanted to give her an old bachelor from a relative's family or not, but her own family never asked her this question.
Is the fourth brother asking this now because he's worried she might actually find someone?
"Don't worry, even if you all leave in the future and I'm the only one left in the yard, I'd rather raise a dog than find a man," Song Chunxue said irritably. "You should also talk to them and tell them to put their minds at ease."
“Okay,” the fourth brother said with a somewhat comical expression, then asked hesitantly, “What if all of us agree that you should find someone?”
Song Chunxue seemed to be thinking, "If you put it that way..."
The fourth brother's heart jumped, staring at her nervously and curiously.
"You little brat," Song Chunxue grabbed his ear, "Trying to test me? You haven't been disciplined for three days, have you? Trying to trick me into telling you things."
"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts," the fourth brother begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face from the pain. "It was my sister who told me to ask. If you want to hit someone, hit her instead."
Song Chunxue let go of her hand. "The sheep ran to the Black Soil Slope. Go chase after it."
"What?" The fourth brother suddenly stood up, picked up the sheep shovel standing by the wall, and darted out like a rabbit.
"Hey, where do you think you're going!"
"Drink! Bring it up!"
Song Chunxue scoffed, "You little brat, if I still have feelings for men, I must have wasted my life."
In this patriarchal society where women are not treated as human beings, men are the root of all evil for women.
She once imagined that if there were no men in the world, like in a land of women, there wouldn't be so many troubles.
How wonderful it would be if there were only my daughter and my daughter's daughter in the world.
Song Chunxue suspected that the reason Lao Si asked this question was because Li Dazui had come more often in the past few days, and he was deliberately testing her.
Next time, if Li Dazui comes, just kick him out.
*
The new house's tiles have all been laid, and Jiang Yeming has been installing doors and windows these past two days, so he's been coming home earlier than usual.
Chen Feng had been behaving herself these past few days, so he took the initiative to cook.
Chen Feng ate without saying anything for the first two days. On the third day at noon, Chen Feng sat by the kang (a heated brick bed) and placed the bowl heavily on the kang table.
"It tastes awful."
I just took a sip of the soup and found that the noodles were a bit sticky.
Jiang Yeming didn't even look up. "Go do it yourself."
Chen Feng burst into tears, wiping away her tears as she said, "I'm in postpartum confinement, so I can't even kill one of the chickens in the house. My milk supply hasn't been good these past few days, and I'm really weak. Even if you're just thinking about the baby, you should at least give me some nourishment, right?"
Jiang Yeming sneered, "It's good enough that you have food. With your attitude, I'm being kind by not divorcing you. If you want to kill someone, go do it yourself."
"You!" Chen Feng angrily slammed down her chopsticks. "Marrying you was the worst thing that could have happened to me."
"Get out of here while you can and marry your ideal husband." Jiang Yeming said casually, "Don't you even look in the mirror? With your face looking like a toad's skin, you're already marrying above your station."
"You, you, you..." Chen Feng threw down her bowl in anger, "Jiang Yeming, you're worse than an animal."
Looking at the broken bowl on the ground, Jiang Yeming suddenly remembered that when his family of six used to chat over meals, they would say that people who liked to break bowls were incompetent and would only make the family poorer and poorer.
Jiang Yeming is increasingly unable to understand why he took a liking to Chen Feng at first sight, married her, and then let her do whatever she wanted.
Looking at it this way, it seems that besides being able to have children, she is utterly useless.
Yet, for the sake of such a woman, he repeatedly quarreled with his mother, as if he had lost his soul.
"Say what you will, but since you broke your own bowl, you can eat from the roof tiles tomorrow." With that, Jiang Yeming got up and walked to the large iron pot, serving himself another bowl.
As expected, Chen Feng got so angry that she got off the kang (a heated brick bed), snatched Jiang Yeming's bowl, and smashed it on the ground.
Jiang Yeming didn't stop him.
Because he knew that even if he stopped him now, he still wouldn't be able to save the bowl once he left the house.
Jiang Yeming didn't know what was wrong with him. Before, when he saw Chen Feng like this, he would coax her and go along with her, saying happy things.
But now, he's not angry at all; he even finds it somewhat amusing.
"Chen Feng, after you finish your confinement period, you should go back to the Chen family. I, Jiang Yeming, am not worthy of a woman like you. Go back and marry someone else."
He laughed weakly, "I'll take you to Chenjiahegou. From now on, you can throw tantrums at whoever you want. I'm not going to put up with this anymore."
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