Zhao Luochuan would use the excuse that Yang Donghu was not feeling well to fool Zhao Fangchu every other day. After a while, Zhao Fangchu began to get suspicious.
However, Yang Donghu's foot was injured these days, so when he went to the next yard in the morning and didn't find anyone, he didn't think there was anything wrong and just waited at home obediently.
Yang Donghu's foot injury had not fully recovered. Before leaving, Zhao Luochuan and Zhao Fangchu told him to take good care of him and tell them immediately if anything unwell happened.
You don't need a big backpack to pick sour plums. A small basket is enough to eat. They are very sour. If you eat too many, they will become sour and will become sour if you throw them away.
"Brother Dong, let's go find An Jin and take him with us. It's so uncomfortable to be cooped up in the house all day. Let's take him out for a walk, okay?"
Perhaps because of Yang Anjin's quiet nature, he didn't like going out in the first place. Now that he was confined at home by Zhang Lanzhen to embroider clothes, he went out even less.
The last time Yang Donghu saw him, he was too confused to exchange a few words. It would be nice to catch up while picking sour plums. He nodded and said, "Okay."
When the two of them arrived at Zhang Lanzhen's house, the yard was quiet. Yang Donghu knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. He guessed that Zhang Lanzhen was not at home.
Aunt Xiang, who lived next door, happened to be pouring out a basin of water. Seeing them standing in front of the door, she said, "Your Aunt Lanzhen went to the south vegetable garden to turn over the sweet potato seedlings. She was gone a short while ago, but Anjin seems to be in the house. She can't hear you knocking. Please shout louder."
"Hey, auntie, have you had dinner?" Yang Donghu greeted Aunt Xiang with a smile.
Last time, Aunt Xiang was implicated in the incident for no reason, and her hands were scratched with several marks because of trying to stop the fight, but she didn't complain. She is a good person. Apart from being a little short of money and greedy because of the large number of people in her family, she is not a bad person at heart.
"I've eaten." Aunt Xiang drained the water from the basin and replied, "Is your foot injury better?"
"Much better. Thank you for your concern, auntie."
The child in the house was crying loudly, so Aunt Xiang didn't say much to them and hurried back into the house.
Zhao Fangchu stepped forward and banged on the gate, shouting, "An Jin, open the door."
Yang Anjin was leaning against the window, embroidering flowers on her wedding dress with a silver needle. The mandarin ducks on the wide sleeves were almost finished, but the cluster of flowers on the back of the dress was just the beginning.
They were all farmers, and wedding clothes were not so particular. However, Yang Anjin had her own selfish desires. She just wanted to look beautiful when marrying her sweetheart, so she was very careful when embroidering. The patterns had to be very delicate, and every stitch had to be perfect.
Startled by the sudden shout outside the house, Yang Anjin's hand shook and the silver needle almost pierced his hand. He put down what he was holding and went to open the door. The voice was very familiar.
"Fang Chu, why are you still making such a fuss?"
When Yang Anjin saw the two of them, he pretended to be disgusted, then asked, "Donghu, is your foot okay?"
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt much anymore."
After the door opened, Zhao Fangchu hugged him tightly. He didn't believe that Yang Anjin would dislike him. He rubbed his face on his shoulder twice and said with a silly smile: "Hey, I came to play with you."
No one except Zhao Fangchu would hug him like this. Even when Yang Anjin and Yang Donghu were young, they rarely hugged each other so intimately. Yang Anjin pretended to be disgusted and pushed away Zhao Fangchu's head that was resting on his shoulder.
"Hurry up and get up. Why are you clinging to me again after such a long time?"
Yang Donghu was calmer than Zhao Fangchu and asked, "Fangchu and I are going to the mountains to pick sour plums. Do you want to come with us?"
Embroidering clothes took too much time, and he had only finished half of his own, and hadn't touched Zhao Fangyu's at all. As the wedding day was getting closer, Yang Anjin was anxious, but then he thought, he hadn't had a good talk with Yang Donghu and the others for a long time, so he didn't mind missing one day.
"That's fine. I'll go get the cloths in the house and wait for you guys in the yard. Once they're done, we'll go."
Zhao Fangchu poured himself a bowl of tea without hesitation, and lamented to Yang Donghu that it was good not to see the sun for a long time. Yang Anjin kept warm in the house and became even whiter than the last time she ate roasted lamb. If she continued like this, she wouldn't even have to put on makeup on the wedding day.
Wild fruits like sour plums are not as popular as the wild apricots and plums a month ago. People think they are too sour and hard to eat. They are just the right choice for these guys. They can grab a tree and pluck the fruits without anyone competing with them.
At this time, the sour plums are half green and half yellow, and occasionally there are hints of golden color in the lush green.
Zhao Fangchu was a foodie. He could eat anything except bitterness. He would pick up a sour plum, wipe the dust off on his clothes, and put it in his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste.
Seeing him like this, Yang Donghu thought that ripe plums were not sour, so he also found a golden, ripe and soft one and put it in his mouth.
Although it wasn't so sour that it made people want to spit it out immediately, it wasn't tasty either. Yang Donghu frowned and spat out the core, shivering all over from the sourness.
Yang Anjin looked at Zhao Fangchu with amusement as he kept talking, and then looked at Yang Donghu who was vomiting with a painful face, and he was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing.
He didn't feel happy for long, as Zhao Fangchu suddenly stuffed a plum into his mouth. He bit it subconsciously, and sour water immediately came out of his mouth.
"Ah, so sour."
The three of them were in a mess and it was a long time before they remembered to pick plums. While they were playing under the tree, a lot of fruits were knocked off the tree. The ones on the top of the tree were the tastiest. Zhao Fangchu picked a handy fruit from the dry branches nearby and stood on tiptoe to knock down the fruits that were out of reach. If he came across a ripe one, he would pick it directly and put it in his mouth.
Yang Donghu and Yang Anjin were afraid of being hit by the fruits, so they hid in a place far away from him, squatted down and picked up the fruits in the basket.
The two of them squatted down and chatted slowly about family matters. Yang Donghu told Yang Anjin about Zhu Cuilan's troubles yesterday.
"Everything was fine yesterday afternoon, but then the carpenter brought up Fang Chu's marriage. You haven't seen my face, but I'm worried. I'm worried about Fang Chu getting married, but I'm also worried about him not being able to get married. Just listening to me makes me worried."
Zhang Lanzhen used to worry that Yang Anjin would not be able to find a good husband in the future. It was only after she got engaged to the Zhao family last year that she stopped talking about this. It can be seen that all parents in the world love their children in the same way, except for those who are as cruel as Wang Dujuan.
"A mother's mindset is like this, and it will be the same when you have children in the future." Yang Anjin did not forget to tease Yang Donghu while speaking, and then realized it belatedly and said: "What carpenter?"
"Auntie is looking for a carpenter to make a new cabinet for you two to get married. The carpenter's family has a man who is about the same age as Fang Chu. I heard that he asked Fang Chu if he was engaged. I guess he is trying to find a marriage for his son."
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