According to my previous life, at the family dinner table, it was quite normal for family members to pick each other's dishes when they wanted to eat something delicious.
Song Qiuben didn't think much about it, he just did it subconsciously, and then gave Lao Yuan a chopstick.
But Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to be happy. He took a big mouthful of porridge from the bowl and put all of Song Qiu's porridge into his mouth. He felt that it tasted even more delicious.
Old Yuan watched silently, laughing heartily.
The look in front of me really looks like a family.
It would be great if Zhang Yang could really get married.
Zhang Yang, who was extremely satisfied with the meal, tried his best to show off and even helped clear the table and wash the dishes, then clapped his hands and went back to sleep.
Old Yuan followed Song Qiu into the house, swatted her mosquitoes and put down the mosquito net as usual, but did not leave immediately, but sat down.
"Aqiu, now that Lihua's marriage has been decided, and the decision is so good, I feel relieved. I have watched you grow up, so I naturally wish you well. It's you now. Aqiu, you can
What are you thinking?"
Song Qiu was puzzled when he heard this, "What do you think? Mom, didn't we agree that we would like to marry someone else? Let's wait and see who is willing to marry into the child. Then we will see if they are suitable for each other and then consider it."
Old Yuan smiled and said, "It's just asking for a wife, but it's better to just wait for others to come to your door. Don't you think the neighbors around you are satisfied?"
"For example, Zhang Yang, let me see, he is not bad either."
Song Qiu's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, Zhang Yang.
What this guy liked was the original Song Qiu, and she didn't dare to think about it with him. Besides, this guy was a little more than ten years younger than her in her previous life, and she didn't have the consciousness of an old cow eating young grass.
What's more, that man's tall and burly figure is really not her style.
She just wanted to find someone who was elegant, fair, and comfortable to look at.
Otherwise, Zhang Yang would be like a mountain standing next to her, and she would feel a little unworthy.
Well, the size may not match.
cough.
Song Qiu, who felt that he had accidentally gone astray, quickly brought himself back to reality.
This is ancient times, this idea is too shameful.
Well, she is nothing like that.
Song Qiu looked serious, "Hey, Zhang Yang, I grew up with him. How familiar are we? I treat him as an elder brother just like Lihua. I have never thought about anything else. Besides, we are two uncles.
He’s just a son, how can he be willing to come to our house to marry into his wife? Please don’t mess with the marriage plan.”
When Mr. Yuan heard this, his granddaughter didn't seem to be embarrassed to tell the truth because she was shy. Did she really dislike Zhang Yang?
Come to think of it, she felt a little worried.
If you don’t like Zhang Yang, what’s the point?
Then this kind of marriage is really hard to wait for, it just depends on fate.
That's all, she can't make the decision on her own and has to let Zhang Yang decide.
Now I can only watch it slowly. What if my granddaughter will be enlightened one day?
The boy Zhang Yang on the left and right likes A Qiu, it just depends on whether his enthusiasm will work out or not.
Old Yuan sighed inwardly, but did not say more about this matter.
"Okay, then let's not be in a hurry and wait and see."
…
When Song Qiu got up early and went to town in the middle of the night, when he saw Zhang Yang again, he couldn't help but think about what happened that night, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he thought about what he had been thinking about.
She really couldn't think about the size. Otherwise, if she saw someone now, her eyes would be uncontrollable and she would want to glance at his lower body.
Oops, that's a bit embarrassing.
Song Qiu quickly shook his head to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts in his mind, and subconsciously sat a little further away from Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was filled with wonder and couldn't help but look at Song Qiu several times. It wasn't until he was on the official road for a long time that he couldn't help but said: "Ah Qiu, but there is something on my face?"
He said with a naive smile, "I forgot to wash my face, so I came out like this, but I still don't know. Why are your eyes so good?"
Song Qiu couldn't tell the truth, so he just shook his head and said: "Nothing, I just think it's a little hot today. If you sit too close, you'll block the wind."
Zhang Yang listened, looked at the still dark sky, and echoed: "It's a little hot. It's midnight and early in the morning. It should be cool for a while. It's a dull day. It's hard to tell if it will rain tomorrow.
, it’s weird weather again.”
Song Qiu just said it casually and fooled him, but after listening to Zhang Yang's words and looking at the day, he felt that it would definitely rain during the day.
Farming is busy now, and every household with fields is rushing to harvest. God, he loves to joke with farmers.
Song Qiu thought about how when he was a child in his previous life, those who threshed and dried the millet would run out to collect the millet right after the meal or mid-lunch break. As a result, the rain stopped just after harvesting, or the grains were all washed away after being unable to harvest.
This kind of thing happens every year. If it didn't happen, it wouldn't be called busy farming.
But now that they are here, their family has no land, so they can no longer feel the excitement.
My uncle's family has a large population, and the family can harvest all the grain in the fields, without her or her two aunties needing any help.
While Song Qiu was thinking about these things, he had no time to think about anything else. Soon he no longer felt embarrassed and could talk to Zhang Yang normally.
I bought ice cubes from the town and went to fetch watermelon. After returning to the Changhe River, the tea shed began another busy day.
Zhang Yang helped arrange the arrangements and went back to the village and into the mountains.
After being back for so many days, he had to take out his things and see if he could go back to life later.
…
It's almost the end of July now, and the heat won't last long. When August 15th passes, there will only be cool days. By then, I'll have hot tea instead, so I won't have to go to the icehouse every day.
It’s just that there are no watermelons to sell, so I’m afraid I’ll earn less.
Song Qiu thought that he would wait for a few months and wait until Doubanjiang was ready, then he could slowly start to build a tavern and develop it step by step.
When the time comes, it will be stable and there will be a stable income every month. She and the milk will be able to feed and clothe her, and she will be satisfied for now.
As for making a fortune, take your time.
Everything was ready and two tables had not been opened yet. Suddenly, a group of people from the direction of Baishui Town came in a hurry on foot.
There was also a cart being pushed among them.
It was hard to see from a distance, and Song Qiu was still curious about who was in a hurry and why was this formation happening?
When she got closer, at first glance, she saw that the people pushing the cart and supporting her were her eldest cousin, second cousin, and eldest cousin.
Look at the person lying on the cart again. Isn't that her uncle?
Song Qiu was immediately startled, and while calling her mother, she strode out to greet him, "Cousin! What's going on? What's wrong with uncle?"
The Yuan family has long known that Song Qiu and the others have set up a tea stall here, but they have been busy with farming and haven't come to take a look yet. It is not surprising to see Song Qiu here now.
Yuan Cheng was sweating profusely and said anxiously: "The sickle cut my wrist. The village doctor temporarily stopped the bleeding. He said that the wound was too big and he had to go to the town for safety. No, your second cousin and I will
I’m sending your uncle to town!”
When Song Qiu heard what he said, he also saw that the cuff of his uncle's left hand was full of blood, and the gray cloth wrapped his wrist. No wounds could be seen, but his uncle's face was pale, indicating that he had suffered from excessive bleeding.
Without saying a word, he quickly said: "Whenever this cart can be pushed, I will bring the mule cart and take the mule cart to the town. It will be more enjoyable!"