Their lives were getting more and more harmonious, except that Yang Chunxiao would be harassed by Liu Tianyou from time to time. However, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and Yang Chunxiao could handle it alone.
After having money in his hands, Yang Chunxiao felt that Liu Tianyou would be a disaster sooner or later. If he knew that he could make money, he would immediately bring Liu Youlian to ask for money. Fortunately, the Zhao family kept their mouths shut, and Yang Chunxiao did not let outsiders know that he could make money.
It would not work to go on like this. Yang Chunxiao was waiting for an opportunity to get rid of that evil family, so she went out more frequently. Yang Donghu knew that she had her own ideas and did not ask any more questions.
There were obviously several people in the family, but now only Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu were sitting in the yard, making it seem quiet for a moment.
While picking the plums, Yang Donghu looked up at the peaches on the tree and remembered that it was him and Zhao Fangchu who were standing under the tree and calling for peach blossom petals.
"This peach is almost ripe, but I don't know if it's sweet or not."
Zhao Fangchu looked up and said, "It's so sweet. When my aunt was still alive, she made us candied peaches. They were delicious. Unfortunately, she only made them that one time, when we were kids. The next year, before the peaches were ripe, my aunt passed away."
From its blossoming to its fruiting, this peach tree was proof of the loving harmony between Zhao Luochuan's parents. Although Zhao Luochuan didn't say it, he must have missed his parents deeply in his heart. The smell was more memorable than the sound or even the appearance. Yang Donghu suddenly had an idea and asked, "Do you still remember how you did it?"
"I don't know." Zhao Fangchu shook his head. "I was too young at the time. I vaguely remember what it looked like and how it tasted, but I can't put my finger on it."
Suddenly he sighed: "Maybe you can ask my mother, she is close to my aunt, maybe she can know."
"Yeah." Yang Donghu stared at the peach tree, as if he could see through the layers of leaves Zhao Luochuan and Xu Lianyi, two children not even as tall as his knees, playing under the tree. Little Zhao Luochuan was so cute as he pestered his mother to eat peaches.
Zhao Luochuan is careful and can remember all the daily trivial matters clearly, so Yang Donghu doesn't have to worry about anything.
Yang Donghu also wanted to make something for him. If he could really make candied peaches, Zhao Luochuan would probably be very happy.
Yang Donghu glanced towards the door. Zhu Cuilan had not come back yet. He planned to wait for Zhu Cuilan to come back and ask her how to make candied peaches.
After the plums are picked, they should be washed with salt to remove moisture, and then a layer of sugar should be added to the plums and sealed in a jar for pickling.
After everything was done, Zhu Cuilan still hadn't returned. Yang Donghu was a little worried, so he stood at the gate and looked outside. Suddenly, he saw two figures pulling each other under a big tree at the intersection on the left. One of them was Zhu Cuilan, and the other was a matchmaker who often came to their house in the past few days.
The two spoke loudly and quickly. Zhu Cuilan seemed to be complaining about something. She tried to break free several times but was stopped by the matchmaker.
"I don't even want to say anything to you. Look at what you found. Fang Chu at least called you auntie, but you found someone like this to fool me. I was wrong about you."
The matchmaker continued to persuade him earnestly: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry? You know she's not good before we've even spoken a few words? Just looking at her looks is nothing. Good looks can't make a living. Don't look at her appearance, she's very capable. She has several pigs and two cows at home. Tell me, who in the surrounding villages has such good conditions? Your son Fang Chu is a good man. It's great to find someone like him, yet you have such high standards."
Zhu Cuilan forcefully shook her hand off, put her hands on her hips and angrily said, "What's wrong with our Fang Chu being a boy? Does he have to put up with things just because he's a boy? That guy looks like a pig spirit. Does that mean he has to look like a pig just because his family raises pigs?"
"Hey, how do you talk like that?"
"Just like that, you praised him like a flower. If I didn't believe you, I would have left the moment I saw him. We had an appointment for noon, but he showed up when the sun was almost setting. I won't say anything, but he still has the nerve to find fault with me. I didn't throw the plate of fruit in his face, which was a favor I gave you. There's nothing else to say. If you think his family is good, just marry your daughter to him so you don't have to worry about his pigs all day long."
Zhu Cuilan became angrier and angrier as she spoke. Everything was fine a few days ago. Although the men introduced by the matchmaker were not the best, they were all acceptable. But starting from yesterday, all the men were either short or fat. Zhu Cuilan even suspected that this family had promised the matchmaker some benefits, otherwise how could the matchmaker be so distorted.
She didn't want to say anything more to the matchmaker, so she turned around and went back to the yard angrily.
Yang Donghu greeted her at the door. The matchmaker was still shouting loudly behind her. Zhu Cuilan was so angry that her voice was almost hoarse: "Don't pay attention to her. Close the door tightly. Who is she?"
Yang Donghu sighed, and the matchmaker shouted something outside, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and there was no sound after a while.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?"
Zhu Cuilan smoothed her chest, her expression softening when facing her family. "Fang Chu is getting older, and there are many suitors. We don't have to be the best in everything, but at least we have to be acceptable."
"That guy just now excitedly told me he had a good offer today. I know matchmakers can't be trusted, but this time it's too bad. The man looks about my age, and when he talks, he drools so much that it could drown you. He has more than enough pigs at home to show off, and he has to mention it in two out of three sentences, as if he can't afford to eat meat with someone else."
Zhu Cuilan always complains a lot after coming back these days, but today she is the first one to express disdain in her words and deeds, and the pig farmer is the first one to do so.
Fearing she would get angry, Yang Donghu fished out a tube of mung bean water from the well for her to drink and advised her, "Forget it. It's not worth it. We should just ignore people like this. Take your time to see each other. If you rush for success, you will definitely not meet the good ones."
"Forget it, forget it. I'm tired of watching for the past few days. I think I've figured it out. The carpenter's son is still the best. At least he's steady in what he says and does. If it doesn't work out, let Fang Chu try him out. If he does, it's better to settle on him sooner rather than later, so I don't have to endure this nonsense all day long."
Zhao Fangchu originally
He just sat in the yard. He was never interested in what Zhu Cuilan was doing. The more Zhu Cuilan looked down on him, the more relieved he felt. But when he heard that she was going to do something with the carpenter's son again, he felt overwhelmed and his tone was full of reluctance.
"Mom, I don't even know him, how can I contact him? Can't you let me stay at home for two more years?"
"I do want to, but good people don't wait for anyone. If you wait until the others have finished picking, then you will just be picking up what they have left."
It was the same rhetoric again. Zhao Fangchu curled his lips and didn't argue with Zhu Cuilan any further.
"Don't be too anxious, Auntie. Qixi Festival is coming soon. It won't be too late to look for it then."
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