Chapter 450 Going to the Market
After harvesting some grain for a while, it was noon, and I was very hungry.
But they could hear that there were still people in the eldest brother's yard, and Song Chunxue wanted to find a place to eat.
The eldest brother followed behind her and entered Zhao Yufang's courtyard.
"Huh?"
Zhao Yufang was peeling potatoes when she saw the mother and son come in. She quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Why are you here? Didn't a lot of matchmakers come to our house?"
“They’re too talkative, I can’t handle them, so I came here to mooch a meal from you. Would you be willing to give them some?” Song Chunxue took off a pair of silver earrings from her ears and placed them in her hand.
“I’m willing, I’m willing, please don’t do this,” Zhao Yufang pushed the earring back, pretending to be very angry. “I still owe you money, and I borrowed money from you this morning. You’re so kind to me, yet you’re still being so distant. You’re just looking down on me.”
As she spoke, Zhao Yufang felt wronged and sad, her voice choked with sobs, and her eyes filled with tears.
Song Chunxue patted her on the back, "No, no, no, it's my fault, I was just trying to help you."
She still remembered the things she said three years ago before moving, and it still bothered her a little.
Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Yufang is just as pitiful as her, so why should she bother with her?
If Zhao Yufang had any money to spare, she wouldn't have come to borrow from her again when she already owed her several hundred coins.
She entrusted herself to the wrong person; the child born to the son-in-law who moved in was also a worry, and she herself was weak and sickly, so she couldn't do much work.
Being able to fill your stomach is already quite an achievement.
"Come on, you serve the noodles, I'll knead them." Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Where's your husband? He went to work in the fields and hasn't come back yet?"
Logically speaking, someone as lazy as Old Man Wang wouldn't come back this late.
“He went to Longwangchuan to breed the donkeys and won’t be back for lunch. The second son went to the city to carry bricks to earn money.” Zhao Yufen smiled when she mentioned the second son. “Although the second son is very much like his father, at least he knows that the family can’t conjure up money to get him a wife, so he goes to earn money himself.”
Song Chunxue nodded, "Yes, you can't rely on your parents for everything when you grow up. They know how healthy you are. If they just wait for you to dig money out of the ground, you'll never get married in this lifetime."
Zhao Yufen laughed, "That's right. If he doesn't make money, I'll have to sell the livestock, and then our whole family will starve."
The eldest brother stood in the yard and asked, "Then what am I supposed to do?"
"You can go inside and rest," Zhao Yufang said with a smile. "Go lie down on the kang (heated brick bed), and I'll call you when the food is ready."
Song Chunxue nodded, "Yes, it'll be quick for three people."
And so, the Song mother and son had lunch at Zhao Yufang's house. The wheat flour potato dumplings weren't very oily, but they tasted pretty good.
Upon discovering that Zhao Yufang's family was out of sesame oil, Song Chunxue thought she would bring her a small jar when she returned, so that she could at least have some light oil before pressing the sesame oil.
The food made with only lard tasted a bit bland.
After lunch, they took a nap on the kang (a heated brick bed) at Zhao Yufang's house.
After the sun began to set, they went out together to work in the fields.
The next morning, the mother and son went to the market in the village early in the morning. The next day was the wedding, and they needed to make something delicious, buy red paper and a red veil, and so on.
The second son, being at home, was perfectly capable of handling all the matchmakers who came to their door.
Jiang Huan had been pestering his mother for the past two days, but when he learned that they were going to the market in the countryside, he happily asked to change his clothes.
They arrived in the village by horse-drawn carriage. Song Chunxue originally thought that not many people would recognize her, after all, she knew people before, and people didn't simply know her.
Her family was poor, and she was a widow, so when people met her at the market, they didn't want to greet her.
It's like it's shameful to greet her.
But today, as soon as she got off the carriage, someone from the shop called out to her, "Sister-in-law Jiang, are you here for the market? Come in and have a look."
Song Chunxue waved her hand, recalling the man with bloodshot face and very obvious double eyelids. He used to be cold and indifferent when she went to his house to buy things, and once he even wrongly accused her of stealing.
Indeed, the rich have distant relatives even in the mountains, while the poor are ignored on the streets.
In the village market, most people walk there, a few lead donkeys, and very few pull carts.
After all, they didn't have much money. Aside from buying a shovel and a spade, and maybe some vegetables if they had a little extra, they couldn't even bear to buy a bowl of liangpi (cold skin noodles) for three coins. They could carry the things they bought back with both hands, so why bother tiring their donkey?
Therefore, the Jiang family's carriage was particularly eye-catching, and people on the street would look over and wonder where this wealthy family came from, coming to the market in this remote and impoverished place.
"Song Chunxue?" A well-dressed man greeted her warmly. "You're here at the market too? We haven't seen each other for years."
Song Chunxue hesitated; he seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.
"You've forgotten? I'm your aunt's older brother." He looked her up and down with some disappointment. "Huh, this girl is living a good life now, she doesn't even remember her relatives."
Song Chunxue was carrying five catties of fresh pork. "I remember now, we haven't seen each other for many years. You even came when my husband passed away."
At that time, my eldest brother had not yet found a wife. Someone wanted him to become a live-in son-in-law to take care of us six children. My brother even scolded her for being shameless.
It was clearly a bad idea suggested by someone else without authorization, yet he scolded Song Chunxue.
He stretched out one leg to look at the bracelet and beads on Song Chunxue's wrist. "Are you still single?"
Song Chunxue didn't want to talk to him anymore. "I'm in a hurry to go home, I'm leaving now. You go ahead with your work."
"Hey, wait a minute," he said with a smile, blocking her way. "We haven't finished talking yet. With such a spacious and impressive carriage, are you worried about getting back late?"
He patted his chest. "Want me to be your live-in son-in-law?"
Oh!
That's shameless.
"Did your wife divorce you?" she asked with a half-smile.
"Don't say that. As long as you agree, I'll go with you. She can take care of the children at home..."
"Smack!"
She couldn't stand listening to this person say such disgusting things, so she immediately raised her hand and slapped him.
“Back then I didn’t agree to you insulting me, but today you’re shamelessly trying to eat and drink my food. This slap is because you insulted me in front of everyone back then.”
Song Chunxue pointed at him, "Stop disgusting me."
"You bitch, how dare you hit me..."
"Bang!"
Seeing him grit his teeth and raise his hand to retaliate, Song Chunxue kicked him three meters away.
She became more restrained in front of so many people.
The others all turned to look at them, their expressions revealing meaningful thoughts.
"Song Chunxue, you shameless, filthy widow..."
He struggled to his feet and hurled very offensive insults.
The eldest brother, who had gone to buy red paper nearby, rushed over carrying Jiang Huan. He stomped on the man on the ground and yelled, "Try swearing again! Where did this stray dog come from? His mouth is full of shit!"
"Ouch~ Someone hit me... Ptooey, spit!"
Song Chunxue stuffed dried donkey dung from the roadside into his mouth, saying, "If you curse again, I'll throw you into the pigsty to eat shit. Anyway, I have plenty of strength."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue grabbed him by the back of his collar, and his feet began to flail wildly in the air.
The man finally calmed down, staring at Song Chunxue in horror, "You you you..."
Song Chunxue carried him toward the edge of a cliff several meters high, wanting to throw him off.
Just then, someone gently patted her shoulder a few times.
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