Chapter 53: A Bowl of Coptis chinensis Water
mine?
How could that thing be mine?
Sang Zhixia mechanically bent down and pulled out a radish as thick as a calf from the ground. All that echoed in his ears was the trembling ending tone of Xu Yu.
Out of inexplicable trust, she believed that Xu Yu would not lie about such things.
Could it be that Xu Yu was talking about the original owner?
Just as Sang Zhixia was racking her brains to search her memory to recall whether the original owner and Xu Yu had really had any intersection, a vague dream in her mind gradually overlapped with the scene described by Xu Yu, and her expression gradually became strange.
Many years ago, when she was still staring at data in the laboratory, she had an extremely clear dream in a trance.
In the century-old temple, the shadow of sandalwood is dim.
She was dressed in an antique style, wearing a lake blue skirt, and was so frightened that she wanted to find a place to run away.
She found a tall magnolia tree at the corner of the wall, and climbed up holding up her skirt. When she was about to escape over the wall by stepping on the branches, she was caught off guard by a playful face in the shadows of the flowers.
He was a handsome man who had hidden among the shadows of flowers at some unknown time. His phoenix eyes, staring at her, were filled with unspeakable amusement and subtlety.
In her dream, she was frightened by the sudden appearance of someone, and she jumped down from the tree in a panic and ran away.
She hastily forgot about the person who jumped from a high place, and when she returned, she received a real and terrifying slap on the hand for losing the handkerchief she had made for her eldest sister.
When she woke up from her dream, her palms were red and hard to wipe away, as if she had really been beaten.
But the dream was too absurd and was washed away by the data of the 38th failed experiment in the blink of an eye. Only the pain left in the palm of the hand was extremely clear.
Could it be that the dream was actually what I experienced in the original owner?
Was her ability to survive again really an unexpected accident?
It seems to be getting weirder and weirder...
Her heart was surging and her hands were moving non-stop. Mrs. Meng looked at the pile of small pointed radishes on the ground and smiled from ear to ear.
"Xia Xia, please pick some more. There are still a lot here. It would be good to pick some and feed the chickens!"
Radishes and cabbages are worthless. It takes a lot of effort to sell them but I still can’t get a good price. The leftovers can only be taken back to feed the pigs and chickens.
No one in the village is short of food because of their farmland. The only family that is willing to spend money to buy it is the Xu family.
Mrs. Meng thought that she could get some copper coins for the radishes she was going to throw away, so she was so happy that she put in a lot of effort: "Xia Xia, don't be polite to me. If you pull all the radishes back, I'll only charge you twenty cents!"
Sang Zhixia said with a smile: "We can't finish more, this is enough."
She handed the agreed copper coin to Mrs. Meng, squatted on the ridge and started twisting the radish leaves.
Frost and cold weather started to fall at night and early in the morning two days ago. These leaves hit by frost are completely inedible. Tear off the mud and yellow leaves so that there will be less of them when you take them home.
Mrs. Meng enthusiastically helped to load the backpack. Seeing someone approaching not far away, she sighed and said, "Look at this young couple, they are as sweet as honey. You've only been here for a short time, and your husband is already chasing you."
Sang Zhixia turned around when she heard the voice and saw Xu Yu breathing unevenly.
He was wearing an ugly suit that showed poor craftsmanship at first glance. He walked over and greeted Mrs. Meng, then stretched out his big hand and consciously grabbed the basket full of radishes.
"I'll carry this back first and be right back."
"etc."
Sang Zhixia stood up and wiped the mud off the basket on his back. His tone was slightly stiff. "Just grab another one when you come here, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Xu Yu hummed a vague "hmm." Behind him, he heard Mrs. Meng sighing with envy: "Why else would you say your man cherishes his wife? Look at how he doesn't want you to work hard at all. He's the only one in our village."
If there was any place on Xu Yu's body where he could carry, hold or hang anything, no one would have seen Sang Zhixia holding anything in his hands.
Men like this are rare.
Sang Zhixia's ears burned, and he lowered his head and said, "My sister-in-law always makes fun of me."
"I saw Brother Meng helping you wash clothes by the river this morning. Why don't you brag about your own family?"
Mrs. Meng laughed out loud: "My son is just a rough farmer, how can he be as good-looking as yours?"
"But then again, you and your wife are both handsome. Wouldn't the baby you have in the future be incredibly handsome? If he looks like his father, how many girls from good families would he charm?"
"When are you two going to have the baby?"
Sang Zhixia hadn't expected that talking about a random topic would lead to the inappropriate topic of childbirth. She forced out a few awkward laughs and looked up to see Xu Yu's inexplicably embarrassed back.
Why is he panicking?
Xu Yu, panicked and speechless, turned into a silent load-bearing machine. When he came back for the second time, he did take something to hold radishes.
He replaced his backpack with two baskets on his shoulders and carried all the radishes on one shoulder. Sang Zhixia only symbolically held a small bundle of radish tops to feed the chickens.
The atmosphere when I got home was inexplicably awkward.
In the early years, the west shed was not used for living at all. In order to avoid the odor of livestock affecting daily life, it was built some distance away from the other rooms.
Late last night, everyone who was awake vaguely heard Sang Zhixia and Xu Yu arguing, but no one could hear clearly what they were arguing about.
It's normal for couples to quarrel and have conflicts, but the two have been very harmonious since they got married, and this is the first time they have quarreled.
Second Aunt Xu looked at each other hesitantly, wanting to say something, while Third Aunt Xu just lowered her head and worked on the work in her hands.
Xu Wenxiu looked around and asked tentatively, "Xia Xia, do you want to wash these radishes? I'll find a bigger basin to wash the mud off them."
Sang Zhixia took a sip of water and said, "I've wiped off the excess mud with leaves. You don't need to wash the rest. If they get wet, they won't keep in the cellar. Just line them up and put them in the cellar later."
Seeing her pick up the basket, Xu Wenxiu subconsciously glared at Xu Yu and said, "Are you going out again?"
"If there's anything you haven't finished reciting, just let Xu Yu do it. Why don't you just rest at home for a while?"
She knew very well how annoying her son was when he was drunk. Looking at the obvious dark circles under Sang Zhixia's eyes, she lacked the confidence to speak.
"Xu Yu, go and let Xia Xia rest for a while, you..."
"Mother-in-law, Xu Yu has brought back all the radishes."
Sang Zhixia said with a smile: "It's still early. I want to go to the fields over on the south mountain to take a look."
She didn't believe that the land was cursed, but she just hadn't found the right time to go and check it out. Today was a good time.
After hearing this, Xu Wenxiu quickly winked at Xu Yu. Second Aunt Xu also said, "Then you and Xu Yu should go there quickly while it's still light. By the time you come back, dinner should be almost ready."
Before Sang Zhixia could respond, Xu Yu reached out and grabbed the basket in her hand.
"Give it to me."
He wanted to go.
Sang Zhixia let him take the basket with mixed feelings, and the scene of the two of them walking out of the door was filled with a silence that was different from before.
Xu Wenxiu was a little worried: "I shouldn't have used a kettle to store the fermented rice wine yesterday."
After drinking two bowls of fermented rice wine, the young couple started a quarrel. What happened?
Aunt Xu looked at the receding figures and said helplessly, "Even the tongue and teeth have their moments of conflict. A small quarrel is nothing."
Now the backbone of the family lies in the eldest son, and these two cannot be coaxed into the same nest.
Aunt Xu wanted to interject and express her feelings, but then she thought of the bad thing that happened when she closed the door at home, and her tongue immediately turned bitter.
Xu Yu knew how to coax people, so it was no big deal if they quarreled.
She married a stubborn man who went against the whole family. He had neither Uncle Xu's consideration for his wife and daughter, nor Xu Yu's unlimited tolerance for Xia Xia.
There are so many men in the Xu family, and the old lady personally made a bowl of coptis water and poured it all into her stomach.
What can she say?
Aunt Xu, suppressing her sadness, stood up and said, "I feel a little unwell. I'll go inside first."
Xu Wenxiu watched her close the door and go into the house, then lowered her voice and said hesitantly, "Third sister-in-law, did my second brother make a scene again last night?"
The changes in everyone these days are actually very obvious.
Everyone is tired, but they can see the goal in their eyes.
But Second Aunt Xu seemed different. Her spirits were getting worse and worse, and she would often even sit alone in a trance.
Aunt Xu's expression was indescribable. "What can I say? Minghui's father is always making trouble."
Now the whole family is of one mind and working together. Although life is hard, there is gradually something to look forward to. Even the old lady has become tactful and stopped complaining. At first glance, it seems that everyone is living a good life.
But there is someone who can never see the reality clearly.
Uncle Xu's earlier disturbances didn't cause much of a stir, but his accumulated dissatisfaction grew heavier and heavier. He didn't dare act wildly in front of the old man, so he simply closed the door and quarreled with Aunt Xu.
A woman's husband is her God. No matter how fierce Aunt Xu is to others, she can't say anything when facing her husband's difficulties. She swallows her anger and covers her mouth, not daring to let out a cry.
I can't tell you how many times this has happened.
Aunt Xu glanced quickly toward the west room and whispered, "This morning, when Second Sister-in-law went to fetch water, I saw bruises all over her arm. She said she accidentally bumped into something."
But the purple finger marks are so scary, how could they be caused by bumps?
Xu Wenxiu hadn't expected Second Uncle Xu to be so absurd as to dare to take action. She exclaimed in shock, "How could this be..."
"Why not?"
Aunt Xu sneered, "Sister-in-law, you didn't see it the other day. Second uncle kicked Mingyang as soon as he came home. If Minghui hadn't stopped him, he might have even gone on to beat the child to vent his anger."
The Xu family has been established for a hundred years, and its family traditions have always been strict.
No matter how useless a person is, he will still follow the gentleman's rules; no matter how unhappy a couple is, no one will quarrel with them.
But the hard times they are facing seem to have worn away the little bit of pride some people have in their bones, and they have become unable to tell right from wrong and only know how to take their anger out on their wives and children.
Aunt Xu would not bring up such things and tell them to others for shame. All the absurdity was hidden behind the door.
The rest of the people couldn't say anything even if they knew.
Xu Wenxiu sighed with mixed feelings and said helplessly, "Fortunately, Minghui and Mingyang are waiting for me."
If I didn’t have these two sons and had a husband like that, how would I have lived?
Aunt Xu shook her head and sighed: "Second sister-in-law is just eating the lotus seed core with empty mouth. It is bitter everywhere, and there are days to endure."
The two sisters-in-law in the yard tacitly changed the subject and stopped talking. They each got up and started preparing dinner.
After learning for such a long time, although their skills are not as good as Sang Zhixia's, the meals they make can be served on the table, and there is no need to wait for anyone.
Smoke was rising from the stove here, and the old lady in the main room was also staring at Uncle Xu with a frown.
"You've been so rude lately."
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