Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 233 Mooncakes

Ji Wenhe counted on his fingers and found that if one penny was equal to one dollar, then it would be equivalent to ten dollars to buy a mooncake.

What a sky-high price!

Suddenly I feel that it is not necessary to eat this mooncake.

"Hey, is that Lin Yue Niang?" She gestured for him to look at the figure in front of him.

Lin Yue Niang came to the village several times, and each time she came she was looking for marriage partners for people.

Shen Yuanshan nodded: "It's her, I don't know who to find a marriage for."

Ji Wenhe thought for a moment and said, "There are only two girls in our village who are still unmarried and Xiaoya is the eldest daughter of Aunt Jiang, Shen Yu."

"Shen Zhiyan from Aunt Zhang's family, and Shen Wanqing from Aunt Li's family, just these four people."

Shen Wanqing and Shen Suya, neither of them are in a hurry, so they can be ruled out.

The one from Jiang Hongxi's family should marry into the town through Shen Liuyun's relationship. The one most likely to be her is Shen Zhiyan, who is fourteen years old this year.

This little girl is timid. She is shy when she meets anyone and doesn't like to talk much.

Zhang Qiu'e was too gentle, and her husband Shen Xing had a bad temper and often pointed at her nose and scolded her.

Just like Li Chunhong before, she was bullied by her husband. The only difference was that Shen Xing would not hit his wife.

Ji Wenhe saw that it was almost noon and said, "Yuanshan, I'm going to go back and cook. Your brother and the others should be back soon."

"Okay." He stayed and helped unload the goods.

After finishing the meal and going down the mountain, I saw two men driving a donkey cart to the door of Lan Qiuhua's house.

Shen Rongshan saw her coming over and handed her the pork: "Wen He, go deliver it to Uncle Ping's house. I've paid you."

"Okay." She took the pork and walked towards Shen Ping's house.

When he came to the door, he called out softly, "Uncle Ping, Aunt Zhao, are you home?"

Zhao Sanniang came out from the inner room: "Wen He, your uncle Ping has gone to town to find a job, come in quickly."

Ji Wenhe pushed open the gate and said, "When did Uncle Ping leave? I thought he would stay at home to take care of you for a while."

He raised the pork in his hand and said, "Uncle Ping asked me to bring it. I've paid for it. Aunt Zhao, here you go."

Zhao Sanniang took it with a smile: "Thank you for your help."

"It's not a big deal, just a quickie. Is it ok for Aunt Zhao to be home alone?"

"Whether it's possible or not, this is how we get here."

She put the meat in a basin, covered it with another basin, and moved two small stools under the eaves.

"Come, sit down and talk."

Ji Wenhe originally wanted to go back, but he just sat down and talked to her.

"Aunt Zhao, be careful when you're home alone. Go to the shed during the day. There are more people and it's lively. Let's talk."

"By the way, Aunt Zhao, why doesn't Uncle Ping wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival before leaving? There's no rush in the next few days anyway."

"I thought I'd go earlier and earn a few more days' wages. He won't have to live alone in the future. With the baby in my belly, there will be three of us."

Zhao Sanniang touched her belly and continued.

"I also wanted him to stay until after the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he said the wheat harvest was almost over, and he wanted to stay home with me for a few more days after that."

Shen Ping treated her very well. Although he couldn't be meticulous in everything, he would never beat or scold her.

Ji Wenhe looked at the smile on her face and said, "You'll be more careful as your belly gets bigger. If you have any problems, please come to us, Aunt Zhao."

I don’t know what she thinks of the child ahead of her. She must be very heartbroken.

She stood up and said, "Aunt Zhao, I'm going home first. Brother Shen just came back with the goods. Let's get together and chat another day."

Zhao Sanniang stood up to see her off: "Hey, come often when you have time."

"Okay, Aunt Zhao, please go back. Don't send me off."

When they returned, the three brothers had already unloaded the goods.

Shen Rongshan led the donkey and said, "Wen He, you guys go back and eat first, I'll be back soon."

"Go quickly and come back soon. We will wait for you."

Ji Wenhe turned and looked at Shen Wenshan.

"Go home and serve the food to cool down. I'm going to go to Aunt Lan's house."

"I understand, sister-in-law." He was holding a basket in his hand, which contained the mooncakes he bought today.

"Aunt Lan, Xiaoya." He pushed open the gate and walked in.

Shen Suya replied from inside the house: "Sister-in-law, I'm here."

When I walked in, I saw Lan Qiuhua lying on her back on the bed with her eyes closed: "Aunt Lan, what's wrong?"

Lan Qiuhua opened his eyes and glanced at her: "I don't know what happened, but I had a backache when I woke up this morning. It's an old problem that comes back from time to time. Sit down and talk."

Ji Wenhe sat by the bed: "I just saw Lin Yueniang, she is not here to propose marriage to Shen Zhiyan."

"I haven't heard of it." Shen Suya shook her head. "I saw her a few days ago, but she didn't say she wanted to look for a marriage partner."

"Lin Yue Niang is here to propose marriage to someone else, right? Whose family is she from?"

"I don't know, I didn't see him." When she looked over, the person was already walking on the road. Who knew which house he came from.

Lan Qiuhua said: "I guess it's to find a marriage partner for Shen Zhiyan. She's not young anymore, she's already fourteen."

"She has the same birthday as your two brothers-in-law. The Yuanshan brothers are born on December 8th, and Shen Zhiyan is born on December 20th."

"There are many people in the village who were born in the same year, with a difference of only a few months. My daughter Xiaoya was born on December 26, just before the Chinese New Year."

It was the coldest time of winter, and both of them suffered a lot.

"By the way, sister-in-law." Shen Suya looked up at her, "When is your birthday?"

"My birthday is June 17th. It's long past."

If I hadn't heard Shen Guyan mention his birthday that time, I wouldn't have remembered it.

Then, Ji Wenhe stood up and said, "Aunt Lan, Xiaoya, I'm going back now. Come back when you're free."

"Okay, sister-in-law, take care."

Lan Qiuhua waved her hand and said, "Go slowly."

After everyone left, Shen Suya said, "Mother, Lin Yue Niang couldn't really be arranging a marriage for Xiao Zhi."

"What's the matter? You don't want her to kiss you?"

"No, when Xiaozhi gets married, there will be one less girl in our village."

Two girls got married this year, and she had fewer and fewer playmates.

Lan Qiuhua tilted her head and looked at her: "If your brother hadn't failed to find a marriage, I would have asked Lin Yue Niang to find one for you this year."

"Your brother's matter has been weighing on my mind. If you still can't see him next year, I can't keep dragging you along."

The eldest son has not been able to get married yet, and he can’t ruin the younger daughter’s marriage.

"Xiao Ya, in the second half of next year, if your brother can't see you, I'll have someone see you."

Shen Suya said indifferently: "It's up to you, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Now she doesn't have to worry about anything and can concentrate on making lace at home.

There are all kinds of trivial matters after getting married, which are very troublesome.

……

Ji Wenhe returned home, and Shen Rongshan followed him back.

Coming to the kitchen, she asked, "What kind of mooncakes did you buy?"

"Red bean paste filling." Shen Wenshan turned and went into the house to take out the basket, lifted the cloth, and there were four mooncakes underneath.

Smaller than the palm of your hand.

"Take out a piece and cut it into four pieces. Eat the rest tomorrow."

She has eaten mooncakes with various fruit fillings, including those with five nuts, but has never eaten those with red bean paste filling. She has eaten buns with red bean paste filling, though.

"By the way, how much is a mooncake?"

Shen Rongshan drank half a bowl of cabbage soup in one breath: "Ten cents each, the ones with red bean paste filling are the cheapest."