She plopped down on his lap. "Although it's not much, it shouldn't be a big problem to raise a child. I have a skill; I'm a craftsman."
Xiang Nanzhi stretched out her hand, "My hands can draw design drafts, and I can earn lots and lots of money."
How much money can I make?
She spoke with a serious expression, and the man looked at her with the same serious expression.
Xiang Nanzhi blushed. She didn't know how much she could earn. Before, it was just like playing around. She would take on an order whenever she had nothing else to do and earn money without really putting in any effort.
She couldn't say for sure what it was like when she got serious, whether it was better or worse.
She hugged the man's neck, saying, "Remember, you're not fighting alone. You have me."
Xiang Nanzhi looked at the man and belatedly realized that she had left the string of dzi beads at home. She had intended to give them to him, but how did she end up leaving them at home?
Then I thought, it was paid for with my father's money. Even if I gave it to him to his liking, it wasn't something I earned through my own efforts.
Let's find another gift for him.
Xiang Nanzhi was lost in thought, but her eyes were fixed on the man. Her eyes were misty from crying. The man cupped the back of her head and kissed her.
Xiang Nanzhi sat on his lap, only able to hold him and be controlled by him.
After a while, the man's hand rested on her lower abdomen. When he looked down, Nan Zhi could see the sweat on his thick hair. The woman touched his hair with her small hand. "Shen Shixun, after the baby is born, I want to go to the grassland with you again."
"Gila's getting married at the end of the month, are you going?"
"ah?"
Xiang Nanzhi's eyes widened. "Jila, marriage?"
"Do you remember Rooney, the one who saved you?"
Xiang Nanzhi had no recollection of Rooney and didn't know who he was, but she remembered that the men who saved her were a few bearded men dressed in local clothing, but they looked as rough as you might imagine.
Is Rooney getting quite old?
She thought carefully, but couldn't really remember who among them looked like a young person. Gila was so beautiful and not very old. Although she was dark-skinned, her braided hair and forehead ornament gave her a unique charm.
"Rooney was born in the same year as her."
"Did he really save me?"
"right."
"The people who saved me all looked very old, like they were quite old."
Men raised on the grasslands are different from men raised in the city. They are exposed to the wind and sun every day, all year round. Coupled with the harsh climate of the plateau, they live by herding cattle and sheep and hunting. They often have to make a great migration. Naturally, they can't compare with young people in the city.
Moreover, men on the grasslands don't like to shave. Most people's impression of Gong men is that they have stubble. It's not that they don't shave, but that long beards protect them from the wind, sand, and sun. No nomadic people who live in isolation from the world can live without a beard.
Shen Shixun was amused by her words and laughed, "They're not old, those guys are about the same age as me."
"Shen Shixun, I'm not trying to discourage you."
Xiang Nanzhi pinched the man's cheek. "I think you're getting a little old too."
City dwellers care about being called old, but the Gong people don't. Gong men are courageous and what they fear most is being called a coward; that's their bottom line.
As they walked along the road, Xiang Nanzhi felt increasingly sorry for Gila, thinking, "Gila is so pretty, why don't I introduce her to someone?"
"Need not."
Men from the grasslands can marry Han Chinese women, who are fair-skinned, beautiful, and have soft, supple waists that are very endearing.
But the women of the grasslands absolutely look down on men from outside the region. They think they can't hunt, can't endure hardship, are panting after walking a few steps, collapse after running a few steps, and are half-dead after a single punch. If they encounter a wild beast, they'll probably just be so scared that they'll abandon their wives and children.
Like most women on the grasslands, Gila disliked men like that. She loved hunters on the grasslands, men with wildness who could support their families.
He also loves the vast grasslands in the heart of Saigon and has no interest in the outside world.
"Would Gila like to come and see the old city? I can show her around."
"No, don't scare her."
Xiang Nan thought to himself, what could be more frightening in the ancient city than wolves and bears? He kept his words to himself.
"Shen Shixun, from your man's perspective, don't you think those guys are all ugly?"
She's obsessed with looks, and she really wouldn't let go of this topic.
The man stuffed a biscuit into his mouth, shook his head, and asked, "So, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"beautiful."
"Isn't this a sign of good taste?"
"As long as you're healthy."
In fact, in Shen Shixun's eyes, even if Xiang Nanzhi were a few shades darker and a little fatter, he would still find her beautiful. If she had even a little bit of the features characteristic of people from the high plateau, she would be even better.
Of course, being delicate is good too, and being like this is good too, it's good no matter what.
What is a Gong ethnic wedding like?
She cut a piece of steak and looked at him. "As your relative, her sister-in-law, should I prepare something?"
"Need not."
Shen Shixun was practically destitute, living in a tent, and all he could see were a few cattle and sheep. How could he afford to get married?
Does a wedding in the Gong ethnic group cost a lot of money?
Shen Shixun never thought that Xiang Nanzhi could talk so much, asking and asking, as if it would never end. "The wedding of the Gong ethnic group is very simple. There is no wedding dress, no crown, no hotel, no master of ceremonies, and no vows of 'you are willing' or 'I am willing'."
“After consummating the marriage, the tribe recognizes it, and after registration, they are husband and wife. This is marriage.”
Xiang Nanzhi was stunned. "Having consummated their marriage means they are husband and wife?"
No, not exactly.
Shen Shixun frowned, finding it too difficult to communicate with her, and asked Nan Zhi again, "If people who have consummated their marriage but don't get married are from the same tribe, wouldn't it be a little awkward if they met?"
She had been there before. On the vast grasslands, a tribe of people lived in one place, with tents set up one after another, not far apart.
Her curiosity was suddenly piqued.
"Say something! Won't it be awkward if we meet? Do people from the same tribe even greet each other?"
Shen Shixun couldn't get enough to eat here. A little bit of vegetables mixed with salad was not enough to fill a man who was used to eating staple food. But he really didn't like the beef here.
"If you're curious, you can come with me."
Xiang Nanzhi thought about it for a moment, considering how far it would take and how hot the sun was, and hesitated a bit. "Let me think about it."
Xiang Nanzhi's phone kept ringing. Xiang Zhengyi called her a few times, and the rest were all calls from Xiang Jingyi.
Without even thinking, it must have been her father who had her older brother call her. Xiang Nanzhi left the restaurant and pressed the answer button, "Hello..."
"Zhizhi, I'm over here, where are you?"
Xiang Jingyi looked at the old buildings and couldn't find which room was where Shen Shixun lived.
"Big brother, you should go back now. I'll live with Shen Shixun from now on."
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