Zhao He and Zhu Cuilan walked one step behind the children, and people in front of them could not hear what they were saying unless they paid attention.
Zhu Cuilan hadn't been worried on the way here, but now that her worries were finally settled, she was sighing. Zhao He asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you? Your son's family has been settled, and yet you're not happy about it."
Zhu Cuilan responded with another long sigh: "I'm not worried about Fang Yu. Fang Chu is getting older now. Many people have asked me if Fang Chu has found someone. I feel uncomfortable when I hear this. I have loved Fang Chu for more than ten years. What if he gets bullied in someone else's house?"
Zhao He is a man with open-minded thoughts, without Zhu Cuilan's sentimentality: "Children will get married when they grow up. We can't stop them. Just pick a good one."
"You're just buying vegetables and carrots. I told you to pick the best ones." Zhu Cuilan rolled her eyes at him. "I even told you to pick him one that would be the best in every village, or one that he could enjoy in town. You talk so lightly all day long. I can't see you taking it seriously at all."
Zhao He was a quiet person to begin with, and after being scolded by Zhu Cuilan, he was speechless and could only walk silently beside his wife.
Zhu Cuilan had spent half her life with him and knew his personality. She didn't expect him to come up with any good ideas, so she walked into the house with a worried look on her face.
It is better now than before. At least I can talk to him about something. The sun is covered by clouds today and it is much cooler than the previous few days. It is good for Mrs. Yang's health to walk more outside. As soon as Zhao Fangchu entered the house, he helped the old lady go out for a walk.
Zhu Cuilan took advantage of Yang Donghu's free time and told him all her troubles.
"I'm so worried. If only Fang Chu were still young, I wouldn't have to worry about this. The carpenter asked about it today. Do you think I should really make some plans for Fang Chu?"
Zhao Fangchu is so lovable, Yang Donghu, like Zhu Cuilan, would never let him marry. How many good men are there out there? If you make a mistake with her, you will suffer for the rest of your life.
"Aunt, Fang Chu is still young. Let's keep him for two more years and take our time to choose. Anyway, our family is not afraid of what others say."
"I think so too, but boys are different from girls after all. If it's delayed for too long, if the good ones are picked up by others, it will be even more worrying."
Yang Donghu really wanted to say that even if Zhao Fangchu didn't marry him, he could still support her for the rest of her life. However, he dared not tell Zhu Cuilan this. Although she felt sorry for Zhao Fangchu, she was still very traditional at heart. In her opinion, not getting married was against the will of heaven.
"Fang Chu has his own plans, so don't worry too much, aunt. We can just let things take their course."
These words did not comfort Zhu Cuilan much, she still felt upset.
The carts were already parked in the yard, but Yang Chunxiao was nowhere to be seen. The two of them talked for a while before they saw her come back from outside, looking unhappy.
Yang Donghu brought her a stool, and seeing that she was sweating, he poured her a bowl of water: "Where have you been?"
Yang Chunxiao shook her head and made up an excuse. She didn't intend to tell them about her encounter with Liu Tianyou today. She had already troubled the Zhao family enough and didn't want them to worry about this matter anymore.
After a busy day today, in the afternoon, the old man who was in charge of the lotus pond in the village sent several fish weighing two kilograms each to the Zhao family. The reason was that the fish in the pond had almost grown up and it was time to catch them and sell them. He did not have enough manpower, so he wanted to ask Zhao Luochuan and Zhao Fangyu to help.
Zhao Luochuan and the other man agreed immediately. It was normal for people living in the same village to help each other, and they would go even if they were not given fish.
This fish is raised in a lotus pond, and its meat is much more tender than the ones sold outside.
When the weather was hot, many meals were just makeshift. When the weather finally cooled down, Zhu Cuilan, although in a bad mood, still made some pancakes and fish for the children at home to satisfy their hunger.
The pancakes stuck to the bottom of the pot were extremely crispy and fragrant, and the parts that were touched by the rich fish soup were filled with the salty and fragrant juice. No one was at home that day and they were so full that half of the pot of fish, pancakes and soup were eaten up.
The best way to relax after a meal and a drink is to lie in bed. The villagers go to bed early, and as soon as it gets dark, the noise outside the house has become much quieter.
He remembered clearly that he had given Zhao Fangchu the sour plums he had asked for, and even mentioned it during dinner. Yang Donghu thought that if he didn't go to pick them up now, the plums would ripen and fall into the mud, which would be a pity.
Lying in bed at night, Yang Donghu grabbed Zhao Luochuan's hand with some boredom and looked at it carefully through the moonlight.
It was so hot that they didn't even cover themselves with a quilt. Zhao Luochuan's right hand was held by Yang Donghu and he couldn't retract it, so he used his left hand to hold a palm-leaf fan and slowly fan the two of them.
At the dinner table, Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu had already agreed to go to the mountains together tomorrow. Zhao Luochuan was a little worried about his foot and didn't want him to go. He said with some reluctance, "I have something to do tomorrow and can't go. How about I go with you guys a day later? Is your foot strong enough for the mountain road?"
Yang Donghu moved his ankle to show him and said with a smile, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. You can do your own things tomorrow. I won't go deep into the mountains. I'll just walk around the edge and come back."
Zhao Luochuan hummed in a depressed tone. Yang Donghu knew that this was a sign of his unhappiness. He grabbed Zhao Luochuan's hand and put it to his mouth, gently kissing his palm.
"It's really not a problem. How about I pickle some sour plums for you tomorrow?"
How could the sour plums be more important than taking advantage? Since Yang Donghu had taken the initiative to pick it up, there was no reason for Zhao Luochuan not to accept it. He immediately turned over and pressed Yang Donghu under him.
A few days ago, Zhao Luochuan didn't dare to act recklessly because of Yang Donghu's foot injury. The elders were living in the west room now, and it would not be good to make too much noise. Both of them were very angry.
The fire was ignited at once, and although they were worried that people outside might hear them, they restrained themselves a lot, but it also helped to ease the pain of missing each other for a few days.
In the second half of the night, Yang Donghu no longer cared whether anyone could hear him. His voice was so hoarse that he screamed, and his begging for mercy for most of the day was ignored by Zhao Luochuan.
The next morning, Yang Chunxiao got up early to cook again, and was considerate enough not to wake the two of them up.
However, Zhao Luochuan had strong self-control and rushed to the lotus pond to help early without being called. When the sun was high in the sky, Yang Donghu got up from the bed by himself, only to be faced with the old lady's meaningful look.
"Grandma." Yang Donghu sat at the dinner table, enduring the pain in his body, embarrassed to face the old lady's eyes.
The old lady looked at him tenderly, without any teasing. She peeled an egg and handed it to him, saying gently, "Eat it quickly. Fang Chu has been waiting for you anxiously. Eat more eggs."
"Hey." Yang Donghu quickly finished his meal and went out with his basket.
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