When she was very, very young, she wanted an elder like that.
“Your Uncle Han’s personality is indeed good,” Jiang Nuan sighed softly, “but a wealthy family cannot tolerate his naivety.”
Judging from Han Yi's attitude, he disciplines Han Qi more than he respects him as a father. While Han Qi is indeed a headache, the root cause is that he cannot agree with Han Qi's behavior and way of doing things.
In fact, Han Qi's personality is a headache, both now and in the future.
He's like a child who never grows up, completely unable to shoulder his responsibilities, but that's what makes him so enviable.
"Why? I think it's great."
"You think it's good because you're not in Han Yi's position. Think about it from his perspective. If your second son were like your Uncle Han, only interested in eating, drinking, having fun, and spending money, and didn't care about anything else, wouldn't you think he lacks ambition?"
"Yes!" Xie's voice was very firm. "No matter how capable a daughter-in-law is, she is still just a woman. If the man in the family can't stand up, life will still be difficult."
The men in the family are spineless; they can only swallow their anger and endure being bullied.
That's how it is in the countryside: within the rules, whoever has the bigger fist has the most say.
“That’s exactly right,” Jiang Nuan spread her hands. “Your Uncle Han is lucky. He’s the only son in his family. His father is capable and his son is successful, which is why he lives such a comfortable life. If it were someone else, they would have ruined the family long ago.”
The more Jiang Nuan talked, the more envious she became. Being born into the right family is truly a skill!
After a moment of reflection, Jiang Nuan completely forgot about Han Qi.
There's no way around it; ordinary people struggling to make a living don't have time for sentimentality. Focusing on living their lives well is the most practical thing to do.
The braised meat, with its spices added, becomes increasingly fragrant as it is seared over a flame.
Jiang Nuan, who had nothing else to do besides adding firewood, gave some instructions to her daughter-in-law and then went to the backyard to tend to her crops.
At the old house, Sister-in-law Huang told Huang Shi what Jiang Nuan had said, and he was so shocked that he stood up from his chair.
"She really said that?"
“That’s what Ya Ya said,” Sister Huang nodded, “but it goes against common sense, and probably no one will believe it.”
Even she herself didn't quite believe it.
If the harvest of winter melons really exceeds that of grain, then the Huang family is going to make a fortune.
“Yaya is always a steady child,” Grandma Huang said, squinting her eyes. “She can’t be wrong. She probably got the recipe from some book.”
"Which book has such a miraculous prescription?" Huang Shi clicked his tongue twice before speaking, "This is practically a mountain of silver."
“You can’t say that,” Old Man Huang shook his head. “This recipe can only last for one or two years at most. Once everyone has learned it, the cold melon will be worthless.”
“Even if it’s worthless, it can still be exchanged for copper coins, which is better than what we have now,” Huang Shi disagreed with his father. “As long as we keep our mouths shut, it won’t be so easy for this to leak out.”
“It’s not a matter of whether we keep our mouths shut or not, but that Ya Ya wants to spread the word,” Old Man Huang shook his head. “You haven’t figured it out yet, but Ya Ya never intended to keep this recipe a secret.”
Otherwise, they wouldn't have known.
After the family splits up, they become two separate families. No matter how good their relationship is, they wouldn't casually reveal such an important matter.
"It's such a waste to spread such a good prescription," Huang Shi said with a pained expression.
“It is indeed a pity,” Huang Shan added. “If what my second aunt said is true, this would be a huge income, much more profitable than growing grain.”
"One should be content with what one has," Old Huang shook his head. "We've already earned enough to last two more years than others; we should always leave some for others."
"Dad, I'll go ask right now if anyone is willing to grow winter melons with our family."
"Go ahead, don't force anyone," Old Man Huang instructed. "If they don't want to, so be it. Don't take their sarcastic remarks to heart. Once you've made the money, they'll have their day."
"My son understands!"
Huang Shi quickly finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and left.
After gathering the men of the family in the ancestral hall, he explained the situation: "My second sister-in-law has a way to make the yield of winter melons the same as that of grains. They can be grown in sandy soil. If you are willing, we can work together. If not, just pretend I never said this."
After saying that, Huang Shi closed his eyes and sat in the chair, waiting for someone to... criticize him!
After all, this sounds unbelievable, so it's normal for people not to believe it.
However, to Huang Shi's surprise, the scene he had imagined did not appear.
They were all staring at me like I was a lump of fat.
"You guys," Huang Shi asked nervously, tightening his grip on her arm, "what do you want?"
They won't hit anyone, will they?
As the clan chief, he kindly led his fellow villagers to prosperity. It's one thing if they don't appreciate it, but is it really necessary to take action against them?
Huang Youquan rubbed his hands together, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and then asked nervously, "Clan leader, did Fifth Sister-in-law really say that?"
"To be honest, there's no benefit in lying to you."
"Chieftain, are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely sure!"
Huang Shi felt that these people's reactions were strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
He could only move his buttocks back a little, watching these people warily.
"It really is true!"
After exchanging a glance, Huang Youquan and Huang Sige both saw the excitement deep in each other's eyes.
Then, a group of people rushed to Huang Shi and surrounded him completely.
"Clan leader, did your fifth sister-in-law say when she's going to plant them?"
"Clan leader, did Fifth Sister-in-law say what we need to prepare?"
"Chieftain, can we cultivate other types of land besides sandy land?"
...
For a moment, the cacophony of voices made Huang Shi's ears ache.
"Stop, stop, stop," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and pushing them outwards. "Have you all taken the wrong medicine?"
This reaction was completely different from what he had imagined.
"Why do you say that?" Huang Youquan asked, scratching his head. "Is there something wrong with our reaction?"
"Of course not," Huang Shi said excitedly. "You believe me when I say that the harvest of cold melons is as much as that of grain? Such an absurd thing, don't you all use your brains?"
"Well," Huang Youquan said apologetically, "I really don't believe the clan leader's words."
Upon hearing this, Huang Shi just curled his lips into a smile when he heard something that greatly shocked him.
"But what my fifth sister-in-law says, it can definitely happen!"
Everyone in Huangjiakou knows what has happened during this period. The head of the second branch is powerful, but Jiang Nuan is even more cunning than them.
Not to mention the recent stream of horse-drawn carriages delivering goods to her home, she had never made empty promises before.
Whether it was corvée labor, road construction, or building schools, what hadn't been accomplished?
The pear trees, which were planted not long ago, should have had a hard time surviving, but they grew straight and strong and were covered in flowers.
A breeze carried a delicious aroma, and everyone changed their dining location, squatting on both sides of the road with their bowls, chatting and eating comfortably.
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