By evening, the house was all cleaned. The bed, cabinets, table, chairs and other furniture were all there, so there was no need to spend money to buy them. There were also clothes and bedding in the space, so there was really nothing missing.
Dinner was cooked by Song Zhuiyan and Zhong Qingyi together. The two of them now have an unspoken understanding of each other's relationship. Song Zhuiyan even told him the big secret of having a spatial ability, which means she has decided that he is the one for her.
Zhong Qingyi had fallen for Song Zhuiyan much earlier. When he learned that she had a spatial ability, he was certain that she also had feelings for him. If it weren't for all the things that had happened recently, he would have already asked someone to act as a matchmaker.
With Xifeng now relatively stable and other forces not having the energy to cause trouble for it, the people of Xifeng will soon be able to return to normal life.
Planting can begin next spring. It's July now, so it's too late to plant grain in the second half of the year. However, we can plant sweet potatoes and corn, which are easy to grow and have high yields. With the addition of disaster relief grain, we should be able to last until next autumn's harvest.
“Miss Song, I…I want to…” What was he thinking about? He had been thinking about this for the past few days, but he got stuck at the crucial moment, and his old face turned bright red.
He's already thirty years old this year, and if he delays any longer he'll get even older. He feels he can't put it off any longer and wants to propose, but he doesn't know how and doesn't dare to speak up.
Of course, as a pure ancient person, Zhong Qingyi couldn't think of the word "marriage proposal." He just wanted to find a matchmaker to arrange a marriage and then finalize the engagement.
Song Zhuiyan is strong-willed and has strong opinions, so you need to discuss this with her first. If you try to surprise her, it might anger her. Don't try to surprise a mature and steady person; that will only make her feel that you don't respect her and are acting on your own without her consent.
"Just say what you want to say, what are you hesitating about?" Song Zhuiyan glanced at him while chopping vegetables. What was this big man being so coy about?
After waiting for a long time, I saw his face turn redder and redder, until it turned liver-colored, but he couldn't utter a single fart. I was really afraid that he would suffer a stroke from holding it in.
Sigh, this simpleton, he seems quite shrewd in front of others, but he always acts like a fool in front of her.
Zhong Qingyi was very tall and had a large frame, but he wasn't bulky. Instead, he was tall and slender with excellent proportions. He had long, straight legs and fair skin that never tanned, which was similar to Ye Moxun's. The uncle and nephew even had some resemblance in their eyes and brows.
His appearance is impeccable. Although he is a bit older, Song Zhuiyan can accept it perfectly. In modern times, thirty years old is not considered old for a man; he is in his prime and full of energy.
Before she transmigrated, she was already thirty-three years old, which made her a few years older than him. However, after transmigrating, more than four years have passed, and she is only twenty-one years old, still very young.
In short, no one should look down on anyone else. Since you've hit it off, let's just leave it at that.
Seeing that she couldn't rely on Zhong Qingyi to handle things, Song Zhuiyan had no choice but to take the initiative and say, "Do you want to talk to me about marriage? If you've thought it through, then make the arrangements."
Zhong Qingyi was taken aback. Did that mean she agreed?
"Um, um..." He hesitated for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. Actually, he just wanted to call her, but since they were already at the point of discussing marriage, he couldn't just call her Miss Song like before, could he?
So he was torn between calling her "Zhuizhui," "Zhuiyan," or "Yanyan"—which name was better?
Song Zhuiyan's face stiffened, realizing this as well. She rejected all three forms of address, finding them too cloying. She also firmly rejected the use of reduplicated words, and even hearing the name "Zhuiyan" sounded awkward to her.
"Why don't you call me Xiao Song from now on? I think 'Xiao Song' is a good name." In the past, many people in the village liked to follow the trend when choosing a name.
For example, when her parents named her older sister "Haiyan" (Seagull), she was named Zhuiyan (Chasing Swallow), and then a bunch of people in the village followed suit and named their children "Zhuilian" (Chasing Lotus), "Zhuifeng" (Chasing Phoenix), "Zhuifu" (Chasing Wealth), and "Zhuiyun" (Chasing Clouds).
The villagers back then seemed to be largely uneducated. If they heard someone's name sound nice, they would try to use the same characters repeatedly. As a result, there were names like Mingyan, Xueyan, Qiuyan, Chunyan, Meiyan, and so on.
In addition, these parents also like to call their children by repeated names, such as Yan Yan or Zhui Zhui. These two names are called by many people. Many times, when Song Zhui Yan hears these names, she gets a headache and her head is buzzing because her parents also like to call her Zhui Zhui or Yan Yan.
She had always resisted being called that, which is why she thought of having Zhong Qingyi call her Xiao Song.
"Okay, Xiao Song, I'll go find out where there are matchmakers after I finish eating, and then we can arrange the marriage in advance." Zhong Qingyi was now speaking without hesitation, excitedly flustered and her face was full of excitement.
"It's already dark, let's talk about it tomorrow." Song Zhuiyan's eyes were smiling, and she didn't laugh at his lapse in composure.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, and I'll listen to you from now on." Zhong Qingyi was eager to express her determination.
Song Zhuiyan just smiled and didn't say anything. She knew that this person had listened to her in everything for a long time, but she was still very happy that he said that. Who doesn't want to be cherished, have someone protect them with their life in times of danger, and never want to see them get hurt in any way?
"Tsk tsk, you've settled your life's most important matter in the time it takes to cook a meal. Congratulations!" Ye Moxun chuckled softly.
Song Tantan glared at him, then crouched down and left, no longer eavesdropping. She had already heard the most important part; she shouldn't join in the lovey-dovey segment, or she'd be overwhelmed by the dog food.
Seeing her leave, Ye Moxun followed. The two walked to the front yard. The kitchen was in the corner of the back yard. They hadn't been eavesdropping on purpose. They had just wanted to see if they needed any help, but when they got to the kitchen door, they heard people inside talking about important life events.
So he turned and crouched down outside the window to eavesdrop.
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