Jiang Bai opened the straw leaves wrapping the roasted chicken, and a fragrant aroma of roasted chicken wafted out. Although it was hard to see clearly, it did not affect the spread of the smell.
The rich aroma of chicken wafted over, and Jiang Lu swallowed hard.
She clearly wanted to eat it, but she turned her head away, her voice slightly choked with emotion, and said, "I...I don't want to eat it, sister, you eat it!"
Jiang Bai was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Jiang Anliang had been gone for less than a month. Logically, she and her brother should have observed a year of mourning.
Because of government laws, marriage is not allowed during the mourning period, but one must abstain from certain foods.
It's also her fault. She's a dead ghost, she's been dead for countless years, and she never even thought of this.
Because she had cut the chicken's neck to bleed it, she thought of roasting it and eating it.
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
He patted her head apologetically and wrapped the chicken up again.
What should we do with this chicken? We can't just throw it away, can we? She worked so hard to roast it.
Suddenly, a person came to mind.
"Er Ya, do you know how to get to Qian Shan Village?"
Since they can't eat it, let's give it to someone who can, as an apology.
Jiang Lu didn't understand what Jiang Bai meant by asking about Qianshan Village until Jiang Bai explained it to her.
Thinking of Scholar Ji, she couldn't help but blush.
She glanced at Jiang Bai secretly, thinking that her older sister must not know that she had originally intended to marry her off to Scholar Ji, otherwise she would not have given him this chicken to eat.
Because she left early, she didn't hear Jiang Bai's talk of taking a son-in-law as a wife. Now that Ji Xiucai is mentioned, she feels that it would be good for her sister to marry him.
After all, her elder sister will be sixteen in just six months, and they can't wait for the government to arrange a marriage for her.
Many girls who were forced into marriage because they couldn't find a husband lived a miserable life, and she didn't want her older sister to suffer the same fate.
The little girl led the way with a heavy heart. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright and there were no puddles, so the two sisters walked quite quickly.
Speaking of Scholar Ji, he is a well-known figure in the surrounding area.
It's just that their ancestors came from elsewhere. Most people in Qianshan Village are surnamed Li, and there are only a few families with the surname Ji. They all fled here decades ago during the war.
Ji Xiucai's grandfather was from one of these families, and their family had always had only one son per generation.
It's not that they can't have sons, but for some reason, the Ji family seems to be cursed. No matter how many children they have, only one will survive.
Most of them died before they were one year old.
And those who survived mostly didn't live past thirty.
Many of them died in their early twenties.
Ji Xiucai's grandfather died at the age of twenty-nine, while his father died at the age of thirty.
His grandmother and mother, having been pregnant multiple times and unable to raise their children, suffered from excessive grief after losing their children one after another, and were bedridden at a young age.
When they fled here years ago, their family still had some savings, and Ji Xiucai had been sent to school since he was a child.
But later his father died, and his grandmother and mother needed money for medical treatment and medicine, so the family's savings were all spent.
To pay for his mother's medical treatment, the family sold their farmland and their once large house. They sold that house to buy medicine for his mother and moved to a dilapidated house in the village that no one lived in.
The room, consisting of the kitchen, outhouse, main room, and side rooms, is only three rooms in total, and it is very cramped.
Not only that, he originally had a chance to pass the imperial examination after passing the county-level examination, but his mother became seriously ill. He even sold all the books in the house, and now the family doesn't even have writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Let alone taking the imperial examination, he can't even afford the travel expenses.
Oh, not only that.
In fact, he couldn't even get enough to eat.
We only have 30 jin of grain left in the house, and we are very frugal every day. Even so, we don't know how we will survive once the grain is gone.
That's why his marriage was delayed. He was poor and destined to die young. What family would be willing to marry their daughter to him?
He couldn't afford the betrothal money for families who didn't care about their daughters.
Logically speaking, waiting for the government to arrange a marriage for him was his only way out.
But no matter how I think about it, I'm still not reconciled.
Lost in thought, Ji Yanwen, who had woken up early once again because he wasn't getting enough to eat, tightened his belt and stared at the thatch above his head.
When did it get another hole?
A sliver of moonlight shone down from above, and he frowned slightly in annoyance.
I'm thinking I should find some time to cut some thatch and fix the roof to prevent it from leaking when it rains.
"Knock knock"
"who?"
Lost in thought, he was suddenly knocked on the door. His eyes sharpened, then, as if realizing what was happening, the strange light in his eyes vanished abruptly.
"Scholar Ji, open the door."
The girl's voice was soft, but Ji Yanwen was so startled that he sat up abruptly, instinctively grabbing the dagger by the bedside. His expression was calm, but his voice trembled as he asked, "You...you...what kind of ghost are you? I have nothing, and I have no money at home. Go somewhere else and don't come looking for me."
He was a bachelor, living alone, and apart from the girl from the Li family whom he had met a few times, he didn't know any girls well.
Why are they coming at this hour? Have they been discovered?
His expression grew increasingly cold. He took the dagger and quietly got out of bed, approached the door, and peered out through the crack.
"Ghosts and monsters? Scholar Ji, how many novels have you been reading?"
A girl's surprised voice came from outside. Ji Yanwen's ears twitched; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Through the crack in the door, two figures, one tall and one short, were backlit by the moonlight, making it impossible to see their faces. However, Ji Yanwen recognized them as the Jiang sisters.
He breathed a sigh of relief, switched the dagger to his right hand, put it behind his back, and opened the door with one hand.
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