"It's not impossible in the prefectural city. If she marries into the prefectural city and becomes a young mistress, she won't have to work in the fields anymore, right?"
"My uncle doesn't own any land either. If I marry him, I won't have to work in the fields!"
"But, is it the same for my uncle to be landless as other people in the prefectural city who are landless? It seems even worse."
Fanjiang, Fanhe, and Fanhu all fell silent.
It seems things are indeed getting worse.
The three of them eventually came to the same conclusion: the uncle was a good person, but not good enough for Ding Jiajia.
Hu Wenhua actually found some merit in what the three younger ones said.
He looked at the little girl in front of him. She was clearly pampered, but she didn't have an air of arrogance. She was gentle, quiet, and peaceful. Just looking at her made him feel comfortable.
She was completely different from ordinary peasant women; such a good girl should not be buried in the fields.
Hu Wenhua, who had been feeling very hot, now felt as if he had been doused with several buckets of cold water, and felt a chill from head to toe, inside and out.
Qin Yilin stepped in with a beaming smile, carrying a pottery jar. Her gaze first fell on the burly Hu Wenhua.
Seeing the boy with his head down, intently grilling skewers without looking to the side, the boy's admiration deepened.
Although Jiajia is a good girl, her parents are also aware that not every man would be interested in her.
It's okay if you don't like her, as long as you maintain that respect—respect for girls.
She called out, "Let's go, Jiajia, it's time to go home."
Hu Wenhua suddenly looked up at Ding Jiajia, then quickly looked away at his sister.
Shuiqing, receiving her younger brother's signal, stepped forward with the demeanor of an elder sister, reminding him while also reassuring him: "You must come tomorrow! Try my whole pig feast."
"From now on, Aunt Ding, no matter which part of the pig you buy, you'll know how to cook it, and I guarantee Jiajia will be plump and healthy."
She discovered that, regardless of the dynasty or place, loving parents always had the ideal of having a daughter who was plump and round.
I don't like being skinny at all.
Aunt Ding was a little embarrassed when she heard the beginning, but she immediately became more determined when she heard the end!
No matter what, I'll come over, even if it means shoving myself in the face.
She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely come and bother you."
At the same time, he was already thinking about what gifts he should bring when he visited the next day.
Hmm, I heard that Shuiqing's mother isn't in very good health? Luckily, we recently made the Purple Gold Vitality Pill, which is a unique recipe of the Ding family, and its effects are undeniable.
Shui Qing has some spots under her eyes. The oral whitening powder and the topical whitening and spot-fading cream she developed previously have been very effective. Bring them along with these.
Not to mention blemishes, the entire complexion can be clear and radiant with a fair and moisturized glow!
As for these children, and this young man in front of us, we should go home and ask our parents what would be appropriate to send them.
Shui Qing winked at Hu Wenhua and instructed, "Wenhua, the road outside is slippery. Carry these two jars and take them to your aunt's house."
Qin Yilin hurriedly declined, saying, "I'll accept the chicken oil, but I really can't accept anything else!"
Who eats and takes things at the same time? What kind of person does that?
Shui Qing smiled and said, "These few jars are not worth much. They are pickled vegetables made by my mother. They are very good with porridge or rice in the morning."
"Try it. If you like it, you can come back and learn how to make it from my mother."
When Qin Yilin heard that pairing it with porridge would make her eat more rice, she couldn't bring herself to refuse!
She really enjoys pickling vegetables, but after trying it herself, they either grow white or black mold, turn sour or bitter, and after ruining countless ingredients, she finally gave up.
Hu Wenhua carried two large kimchi jars with such ease that it seemed as if he wasn't carrying anything at all.
The footsteps following behind were steady and firm, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Qin Yilin whispered to her daughter, "Look, this is what real physical strength looks like!"
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