Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 129 Shen Ruoyan Gets Married

Wang Erfeng shook the water off her hands, stood up, and spoke first: "Hongxi, let me tell you what happened. You can listen to it yourself and see if it was his fault."

Pointing to Ji Wenhe next to her, she said, "She is washing vegetables here. Your son came over to talk to her. I don't know what to call her. Wenhe said, call her sister-in-law."

"Your son said 'oh', but didn't call her 'sister-in-law'. He then said to her 'you are dark and ugly, uglier than my sister'. He also said 'although my sister is ugly, you are uglier than my sister'."

"Listen, is this what you say to an elder? Wen He didn't argue with him, but he just kept on pestering her."

"Hongxi, this is your son. We can't control him. But listen to what he said. Are they unpleasant to the ears? Are they hurtful?"

Jiang Hongxi's face turned pale and blue at what she said. She pulled Shen Xiangrong over with a fake smile and said, "Quick, apologize to your sister-in-law."

"Mom, I'm telling the truth. I'm not apologizing."

Wang Erfeng folded her arms and watched.

Ji Wenhe didn't say anything. Aunt Wang spoke up for her, and she couldn't reject her good intentions, so she didn't say anything to smooth things over.

It is also a dilemma.

Neither side wants to offend.

She sighed in her heart, thinking that there were few people in the village and there were many things to do. It seemed that she had thought too simply.

Jiang Hongxi pulled him and forced him to apologize: "Shen Xiangrong, you don't even listen to me!"

She let out a loud scream, which frightened people so much that they trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes and her lips pursed. Tears were about to fall out in the next second.

Ji Wenhe couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he pulled the sleeve of the person next to him.

Wang Erfeng understood: "Hongxi, don't be mean to the child, he will remember it in the future. Don't talk about your sister-in-law like this when you see her."

The next two sentences were addressed to Shen Xiangrong.

Jiang Hongxi raised her head and smiled reluctantly: "Wen He, it's my son's fault. I'll teach him a lesson when I get home. Don't be angry."

"It's okay, I don't take it to heart. Aunt Jiang, don't hit the child when you go back, and talk to him nicely."

If her own child was so speechless, she would beat him to death.

"Hey, you guys are busy, I'm going back."

After saying that, he took the stubborn Shen Xiangrong home.

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Jiang won't beat the child when she gets home, right?"

"How could she bear to do that?" Wang Erfeng squatted down again. "At most, she would say a few harsh words, but she would be willing to hit her daughter."

Ji Wenhe squatted beside her: "Aunt Jiang is such a gentle person, she has never had a quarrel with the villagers."

"She never had any quarrels with the villagers. That's because she never talked much to us, nor did she get together with us to chat."

"You have been in the village for quite some time. Whenever the villagers get together to talk, we have never seen her with us. She stays at home all day."

"I still say the same thing. You have to spend a long time with someone to know what kind of person she is. Jiang Hongxi looks easy to talk to, but deep down she looks down on us."

"They all care about their reputation, they smile and speak nicely when they meet."

Ji Wenhe nodded: "Thank you Aunt Wang for your help."

"What are you thanking me for? I'm not helping you. I just don't like that kid. He's been spoiled like a child. If he was my kid, I'd drag him here and beat him up until he learns his lesson."

She smiled and said, "Aunt Wang, I'm going home."

"Hey, let's go."

Lan Qiuhua stood at the door and waited for her to approach before asking, "What's going on? I didn't hear clearly."

Ji Wenhe told her what happened.

"Tsk, her son has always been like this, speaking without respect to his elders. I spoil him and I can't bear to hit him."

Then he looked at her face.

"I see that you are much whiter than before, not as dark as he said. Your face is not ugly. Don't listen to his nonsense. He has no manners."

"It's okay. Brother Shen and the others are back?"

Actually, he was right. Compared with his two sisters, she was indeed ugly.

Jiang Hongxi's two daughters inherited her looks and are both beautiful.

"I went back. I didn't know what happened to you by the river. Otherwise, Rongshan would have been there long ago. I wouldn't have let you get bullied."

Ji Wenhe smiled and shook his head: "It's not considered bullying, Aunt Lan, I'm going home."

"to make."

After returning home, the three brothers boiled water.

Shen Yuanshan came out and saw her, and said happily: "Sister-in-law, we hunted a pheasant. Let's roast the pheasant meat tonight."

"Okay, you cook tonight and let me see your cooking skills."

"Hey."

He took a basin and scooped hot water from the pot.

"Where is your elder brother?" He looked around but didn't see anyone.

"My eldest brother and I went to the mountain together. He will come back later and check other traps."

"Okay, let's cook first."

Ji Wenhe took out a clean bowl and mixed the dough. The wild vegetables had already been cut and were put directly into it.

Pheasant roasted with fresh bamboo shoots.

"You can still find fresh bamboo shoots on the road, but there aren't many left."

"No more." Shen Wenshan replied from behind the stove, "There are only a dozen or so from the town to my home."

They have all been found, and many of them are old.

"I'll cook it and send half a bowl to Aunt Lan's house."

He responded: "Okay."

Shen Rongshan came down from the mountain with a bunch of branches in his arms, many of which were not dried, and placed them in the yard.

He brushed off the dirt on his body and walked into the kitchen: "I won't be selling goods tomorrow. I'll be building a fence at home."

"Okay." She couldn't cut down the tree because she didn't have enough strength.

Ji Wenhe looked at him and said, "By the way, Brother Shen, Aunt Wu needs some pork. You can go buy it the day before."

"Yeah, I thought so too. Do you want to bring anything from home?"

She thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing to take. You bought the rice and flour. We'll talk about it next time we get the supplies."

On the other side, Wu Caifeng's home.

At the dinner table, Shen Qingyou asked, "Have you said hello about borrowing the table?"

"We agreed to go to their house the day before to move. There will only be three tables. No need to ask for help. You and Fei Ling will go."

He nodded: "Don't buy any maltose either."

Shen Feiling raised his head and was about to speak when his foot was kicked under the table. He then lowered his head and continued eating without saying a word.

Seeing this, Shen Ruoyan breathed a sigh of relief.

She should have been used to it, but she still felt a pang of pain in her heart when she heard her father's words.

In this family, the only one who treats her well is her younger brother.

In the blink of an eye, it was Shen Ruoyan's wedding day.

It wasn't as lively as when Shen Liuyun got married. There were very few people, and a few aunts were washing vegetables in the yard.

Ji Wenhe was in the house, watching Lan Qiuhua cutting vegetables.

Wang Erfeng came in from outside and said with a smile: "The bride is dressed up, Wen He, go and have a look."

"it is good."

When she came, the bride was dressing up in the house and would not let anyone in.

Aunt Lan said that they were originally going to leave from the house where she lived, but her brother insisted that she leave from his house.

When I passed by the room next to the utility room, I took a look inside. There was only a bed, a broken box at the end of the bed, a straw mat, and a torn quilt, nothing else.

In contrast, Shen Feiling's house is very large, with a wardrobe and a table, and can accommodate seven or eight people. It is a far cry from her sister's thatched house, which can only accommodate two people.