Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 119 Shen Ruoyan's Marriage

"You only know how to eat. You are not allowed to go this time. They don't know when the wedding will be held."

Ji Wenhe shook his head: "I don't know, I'll wait for the notification. Aunt Lan, I'm going back. I'll boil some water to wash my hair and change my clothes. There's a smell."

"Okay, go ahead and come back later."

"it is good."

Instead of washing your hair and changing your clothes, you might as well take a shower at the same time.

By the time she went back, took a shower and had her meal, it was already past noon.

He went to the wasteland to feed the cats and then carried the basket to Lan Qiuhua's house.

Just as I was about to push the gate open and go in, a man came in from the direction of the village entrance, and he looked very familiar.

She was sure she had never seen him before, but his face looked familiar, but she couldn't place it in her mind.

Just as she was frowning and thinking, the man saw her, quickly turned his head, and walked faster.

Ji Wenhe called out to the inside of the house, "Aunt Lan, please come out and take a look. Who is this man? He looks familiar, but I can't remember who he is."

Lan Qiuhua responded and recognized the person at a glance: "Shen Hubiao, don't you remember?"

"Oh~it turns out to be him."

No wonder he hid when he saw her. It must have been beaten badly by Shen Rongshan that time.

"Why did he come back suddenly? He has been gone for two months."

Ji Wenhe was not afraid of him at all. If he dared to cause trouble for her, she would let him see how powerful she was.

"Yes, look at his clothes, they are clean, and the material doesn't look like linen or coarse cloth. He dresses like a rich man."

"Aunt Lan, do you think he made some unexpected fortune out there, or did he suddenly change his ways and learn to make money to support the family?"

Lan Qiuhua pouted: "It would be great if he could change his character. Shen Dadong would have someone to rely on when he gets old. Shen Hubiao's character is hard to change."

"He once stole the family's land deeds and tried to sell them, but was discovered by Shen Dadong. The two father and son started fighting, and it was so fierce that his father's head was bleeding from the blow."

"Alas, I raised an unfilial son."

Ji Wenhe followed her into the house: "Raising a son does not necessarily protect you from old age. Sometimes it is better to raise a daughter than a son."

"A girl belongs to someone else. Once she's married, she won't have the time to take care of her parents. She still needs to raise a son."

She nodded and said nothing more.

On the other side, Wu Caifeng's home.

The main house consists of two wooden rooms, the kitchen is on the right, and there are two rooms on the left, one of which is a small firewood room.

The layouts of the houses in the village are mostly similar.

Shen Ruoyan lived in a small house next to the woodshed. She sat on the edge of the bed, embroidering a purse with her head down, with a hint of joy on her face.

"Ruoyan, our family is poor. Your brother is fifteen now, and he is counting on your betrothal money to find him a wife."

Wu Caifeng sat opposite her, looked at her well-behaved daughter, sighed helplessly, and continued.

"My family can't give you a dowry. If the guy you've been dating is successful, I can buy you some things as a dowry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man sitting under the eaves said, "What do you want to give as a dowry? Nothing."

The person who spoke was Shen Qingyou, Shen Ruoyan's father.

"I raised you up, but in the end I only received 380 yuan as a betrothal gift. How much money did you spend on food and drink at home these years?"

He looked very unhappy and kept muttering to himself, complaining that the betrothal gift was too small.

"If I wasn't afraid that you wouldn't be able to get married, I wouldn't agree to this marriage."

"Alright, stop talking." Wu Caifeng interrupted him, "Ruoyan is our daughter, our child. How can you be a father like this? Saying these things in front of your daughter."

Glancing at the person opposite him, he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing wrong with her face.

"Ruoyan, your father has a quick temper and his words are harsh, but he has you in his heart. Don't take your father's words to heart."

If the child remembers it and doesn't come back to help the family, he will cry then.

Shen Ruoyan looked up, smiled slightly, and continued to embroider the purse with her head down.

Can she hate? Does she have the right to hate? Her parents raised her up, hoping that she would get married and receive a betrothal gift.

And she had long been accustomed to it. Her father had never liked her since she was a child because she was a daughter.

Because of the previous marriage, the family became a laughing stock in the village and outside the village, which made them lose face and made them dislike her even more.

In fact, she didn't fancy the man, but her current status didn't allow her to be selective, as long as she could get married...

As long as I can get married... that's all.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Wu Caifeng thought she was happy and got up and left the house: "Master, go to the headman's house and ask where he hired the chef from."

Shen Qingyou stood up and said impatiently, "Why look for a cook? Let's see who in our village has good cooking skills and ask her to help. Why spend that extra money?"

As he turned to go back into the house, he added: "Waste of money."

The people in the house heard it, but didn't react. They had become accustomed to it.

She had no choice but to go and ask herself, because the villagers’ craftsmanship was not very good.

If the banquet was too bad and word got out, it would affect his son's marriage, as people would say her family was stingy and unwilling to spend money.

Ji Wenhe was sewing lace at Lan Qiuhua's house when she suddenly heard someone calling her at the gate.

When she went out, she saw that it was Wu Caifeng. She asked in confusion, "Aunt Wu, are you looking for me?"

She cheerfully pushed open the gate and walked in: "Auntie wants to ask you for help. Ruoyan is getting married in a few days, and I want you to help with the cooking."

Lan Qiuhua stood at the door: "Caifeng, congratulations, why did you think of asking her to cook? Who told you that?"

"Who else could it be? The village head. I went to their house to ask the cook, and I found out that the cook charges a lot of money, and my family can't afford it."

"Then he told me that Wen He is a good cook and asked me to invite her so that I can save some money."

Wu Caifeng held her hand and gently patted the back of her hand with her other hand, smiling.

"Wen He, you have to help your aunt. Of course, I'm not asking you to help for nothing. After the meal, I'll give you twenty cents."

"Don't think it's too little. I really can't give you more. Please help me."

Ji Wenhe nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I agree. Let me know when the date is set."

She smiled even more happily, with wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes: "Hey."

Lan Qiuhua asked, "Caifeng, how much betrothal gift did his family give?"

Wu Caifeng let go of her hand, and the smile on her face disappeared: "Not much, just three taels. After buying groceries, there won't be much left."

"Which village is Ruoyan talking about?"

"It's far away. It will take more than two hours to get there."

One hour is two hours, which means it's more than four hours in total, which is really not close.

Ji Wenhe asked: "Aunt Wu, when are you planning to get married?"

"I originally wanted to arrange her wedding after the rice seedlings were planted, and I happened to be helping the family plant the rice seedlings."