"Why don't we bring our in-laws over too?" Old Huang was really feeling guilty. "At least let them enjoy the blessings of their daughter."
During this period, Ya Ya sent a lot of good things to the old house. She saw more good things in half a month than she had in most of her life.
This is someone else's daughter. They've already eaten the meat; we can't leave them not even a sip of the broth.
"Let's talk about that later," Jiang Nuan explained softly, "They might not be willing to come."
Although Mother didn't say anything about the unpleasant incident last time, she still held a grudge.
Moreover, there are too few rooms in the house.
It's better to wait a while before discussing it further.
"Alright, alright," Old Mrs. Huang said impatiently, "Yaya knows what to do in this kind of thing, so let's not get involved."
With that, she stood up. "Since there's nothing else, we should head back."
“I’m leaving too,” Huang Shi stood up. “I’ve already arranged with the brick delivery guy to come this afternoon. He should be here by now. I’m going to count them.”
"I'll go and talk to them about this. I'm off," Old Man Huang added.
In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Nuan and Madam Xie remained in the hall.
"Mom, our village needs to plant fruit trees."
Her voice was filled with indescribable sweetness and joy, like a ripe peach, sweet to the heart.
Jiang Nuan absolutely adored that voice.
"That's right, whatever fruit you like to eat, Mom will try to get it for you."
Oh no!
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Nuan realized something was wrong.
What if this little devil mentions some bizarre fruit? Where will she find it?
"Really?" Madam Xie tilted her head and said seriously, "I heard that there is a kind of fruit in the west that is sweet and a little sour, and it can be used to make wine. The wine made from it sells for a sky-high price in the capital. I want that."
"How do you know about grapes?" Jiang Nuan looked at her daughter-in-law in surprise. "Who told you?"
“A great monk,” Xie said with a smile, “I once met a traveling monk who told me a lot about the outside world.”
Ms. Xie was extremely grateful to the monk, who not only saved her life but also told her many things she had never heard of before.
If it weren't for those stories that supported me, I probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until I got married.
Fortunately, her suffering has come to an end, and she is now living a very good life, better than ever before.
There was no beatings or scoldings, no endless chores, and no need to sleep in the kitchen wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat in the dead of winter. Her mother-in-law doted on her, her husband spoiled her, and her daughter was well-behaved...
However, I still miss the great monk who lent me a helping hand when I was in my most difficult time, and for some reason, I want to do something related to him.
“This is a bit difficult,” Jiang Nuan said helplessly, spreading her hands. “We can’t find any grapevines here. I’ll ask around and if I find any, I’ll plant some for you.”
"Alright then," Xie said somewhat disappointedly, "It's okay if we don't meet her, my daughter-in-law didn't particularly want to."
Upon seeing this, Jiang Nuan instantly felt a sense of guilt.
It's as if I'm a scumbag who plays with young girls.
In fact, she did manipulate the young girl: she didn't keep her promise.
“Don’t rush,” she said, raising her chin. “You wait, I’m sure I can find it. Once the fruit ripens, we’ll make it into wine, bury it in the cellar, and maybe one day we’ll run into that old monk again.”
"Really?" Xie's eyes lit up instantly. "Can we really meet a great monk?"
This happened seven or eight years ago; the senior monk has become an old monk, and she doubts whether this person still exists.
However, Xie felt that her mother-in-law's words were unlikely to be wrong.
This blind trust made Jiang Nuan want to slap herself twice.
If you're just trying to comfort someone, why bring up these baseless and unfounded stories?
That's great!
But she really couldn't refuse her pitiful daughter-in-law.
Finally, with his eyes closed and teeth clenched, he said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely meet him."
Oh no, we not only need to find the grapevine, but also a monk with no information whatsoever.
This is so hard for me!
After feeling sorry for herself for a second, Jiang Nuan quickly made an excuse to leave.
She was afraid she would say something irrelevant again.
When Old Man Huang arrived at the construction site, he explained the matter of the fruit seedlings: "My second daughter-in-law got a batch of fruit seedlings and plans to plant them on both sides of the road. Since they take up land belonging to the village, half of the fruit tree harvest will be given to the clan. If anyone wants them, just give them half the normal price."
As soon as the words were spoken, discontented voices were raised.
Why do you want money back?
"What's wrong?" Old Man Huang turned to the speaker, "You think you can just take it for free?"
“No, no,” the man said nervously, “there are enough to plant on both sides of the road, there must be plenty, one or two more won’t make a difference.”
“Who says they’re not bad?” Old Huang sneered. “If you don’t pay, see if the fruit seedling vendor will give them to you.”
"How can these be the same? If she buys so many, people will definitely give her a few as hair ornaments."
"Enough," Brother Huang said. "Laifu, don't be ungrateful. The fruit seedlings are so expensive. Even if they're half price, people still have to pay for them themselves. You want them for free? Where's your shame?"
"I..." Huang Laifu blushed with embarrassment and finally shrank back into the crowd.
Many of the women in the crowd were dissatisfied.
They couldn't understand why Jiang Nuan, who had always been quite generous, had suddenly become so stingy.
His previous behavior—spending tens of taels of silver at a time—didn't seem like someone who was short of money!
Is this because the richer people are, the stingier they become?
"Second Uncle," a timid female voice rang out, "could you make it a little cheaper? The busy farming season is coming soon, and we need to buy a lot of things. We're short on money."
"Do you even believe that yourself?" Old Man Huang's face darkened. "You just distributed silver a few days ago, and you're telling me you can't even come up with two hundred coins? Are you kidding me!"
These people really shouldn't be allowed to get away with it.
Taking advantage of others can be addictive; you get used to it after a while!
"If I had known, I should have agreed to let those people settle down," Old Huang's words made the woman feel ashamed and angry. Then she blurted out, "Five taels of silver, what couldn't you have done with that money?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" The man next to the woman slapped her across the face. "How dare you, a mere woman, talk about the Huang family's affairs? If this happens again, don't blame me for sending you back to your parents' home."
Old Huang's ashen face was somewhat calmed by the man's actions. He looked around, observing everyone's expressions, before speaking in a measured tone, "Who else has this idea?"
Brother Huang also chimed in, "Those who have such thoughts should give up as soon as possible. Huangjiakou will not tolerate traitors."
They dare to sell the legacy laid by our ancestors; they are utterly unworthy of being human.
Huang Sige's gaze toward the woman was as sharp as a knife: "Lai Sheng's family, very good, he remembered."
Beware, beware! This kind of woman with long hair but short wits is most likely to cause trouble.
“No, absolutely not,” Huang Laisheng was the first to speak up and guarantee, “There are no such traitors in Huangjiakou.”
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