Yan Shiqing looked at her. Apart from maintaining the superficial blood relationship, she was already like a stranger: "Well, then you can go back, grandma and I are leaving!"
Xuezhi looked at the old man and the young man walking away, and stood there for a long time. Finally, she stamped her feet, bit her lower lip and turned around to enter the yard.
Grandma was making shoes and clothes for her, and now she was visiting relatives again. She wanted to get out before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she had to do it herself.
Mrs. Ruan's natal home, Ruanjiakeng, is not far from Yangjiacun, and it only takes half an hour to walk there.
It's just that it's completely opposite to the way Yan Shiqing went to town, one going east and the other going west.
Ruanjiakeng is not big, with about fifty households and more than 300 people.
It is a little different from Yangjiacun. Yangjiacun does not advocate the separation of families, and several generations live together.
In Ruanjiakeng, as soon as the children get married, they immediately separate and live separately.
It all depends on water issues.
There is a shortage of water here. There is only one old well in the village, and the daily water consumption is allocated according to family units.
Except for water shortage irrigation such as spring plowing, regardless of the size of the family, laundry, cooking and bathing are all limited to one household, no more than three buckets of water!
There are dedicated people in charge of this well! xdw8
Of course, there are conditions for dividing a family. For example, if there are elders in the family, the elders have to live with their children. Whether it is the eldest son or the second and third sons, they cannot live independently. However, the family with the elders can play more games every day.
One bucket of water. For weddings, weddings and happy events, you can get five more buckets of water.
The houses in Ruanjiakeng are not much different from those in Yangjiacun. Most of them are earthen houses, with the old well as the center and spreading outward.
Mrs. Ruan only has one brother left. According to the ranking of the Ruan family, he is called Ruan Laoba. The house is located at the northwest corner of Laojing, not close to the entrance of the village.
Next to the old well in Ruanjiakeng, there is a large willow tree (the age of the tree is unknown), which is a place where everyone usually rests and chats.
As soon as Yan Shiqing and Mrs. Ruan entered the village, sharp-eyed Yan Chunyan saw her mother at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward: "Mom, why are you here?"
Mrs. Ruan handed the things in her and Yan Shiqing's hands to Yan Chunyan and said: "It's not the Mid-Autumn Festival the day after tomorrow, so hurry up and send the festival gifts!"
Hearing this, Yan Chunyan smiled awkwardly, and then took Yan Shiqing's hand: "Qing'er is really getting older and more handsome. Let's go home with my aunt!"
Yan Shiqing has no memory of the original owner, so she doesn't recognize the person in front of her.
However, after hearing the conversation between the two and the name of the woman in front of me who was somewhat similar to Mrs. Ruan, I rolled my eyes and sorted out the relationship.
The woman in front of her is her biological aunt. She must have married a cousin of her uncle's family, that is, a cousin, which is a consanguineous marriage.
Yan Chunyan carried something in one hand and held Yan Shiqing in the other. As she walked home, she chatted with Mrs. Ruan: "Mom, I heard that you separated with your lover?"
Mrs. Ruan glanced at Yan Shiqing subconsciously, then sighed and nodded imperceptibly.
Yan Chunyan frowned, with a worried look on her face: "Then where do you live now? If you don't have a place to live, why don't you come to my place to stay for a few days?"
Yan Shiqing really didn't like this aunt. If she really felt sorry for Mrs. Ruan, she wouldn't wait until someone came to give her a gift before saying this.
The two villages were not far away, and when Yan Chunsheng came to pick up Xuezhi, she didn't believe that this "good" aunt would know?
Furthermore, Mrs. Ruan knew that she would send gifts to her parents’ home early during the holidays. As a married daughter, wouldn’t she know that?
Saying this now sounds even better than singing it!
"No, you are not well-off, and you are short on water. Qing'er and I now have a place to live. It's a bit shabby, but we're comfortable without the Liang family's wife hanging around in front of us."
However, Yan Chunyan was worried. After thinking for a moment, she looked around and saw no one. Then she said softly: "I feel comfortable now, but what will you do in the future, old and young? Mother, what are you going to do?"
Why don't you talk to the village chief, and our family will move in with you? In this way, you and your love girl will be registered in our account, and we will live together in the future and have someone to take care of you. It will be better than what you are doing now!"
After saying this, she let go of Yan Shiqing's hand and touched her hair instead: "Qing'er said, would it be good to live with your aunt? As long as your uncle is here, no one will dare to bully you!
"
Yan Shiqing tilted her head, blinked, and said softly: "Auntie, grandma and I are fine, so you don't have to worry!"
Yan Chunyan, who originally wanted to ask Yan Shiqing to help her speak, never expected that what she got was this sentence. Therefore, when she walked to the door, she paused and her hands stopped in mid-air.
She looked Yan Shiqing up and down with confusion in her eyes: "Qing'er means you don't want to live with your aunt?"
Yan Shiqing didn't want to be a bag, didn't want to be taken advantage of, and didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she said decisively: "Aunt, my teeth are always fighting, let alone people. If we live together, which family is the best?"
Mine or my aunt's? When we disagree, whose opinion do you listen to? And who is in charge of the family?"
Yan Chunyan seemed to see Yan Shiqing for the first time. She entered the house without saying a word, put her things in the hall, and then said with an expressionless face, "What you said, Qing'er, are...
Who taught you this? When we live together, we naturally respect our elders. Your uncle is the account holder and I am the eldest daughter-in-law. How can you be the head of the house, just a little girl like you?"
"Auntie, do you think these simple principles need to be taught? Although grandma and I are working a little hard now, as grandma said, we are at ease. Besides, my surname is Yan, not Ruan, and I don't want to cause trouble for myself. So we are a family.
If you say so, forget it!"
It was the first time that Yan Chunyan was humiliated like this. She was so angry that her face became gloomy and her chest heaved up and down.
After a long while, she looked at Old Mrs. Ruan who was acting dumbfounded and pretended she hadn't heard anything and said, "Mom, what do you mean?"
Mrs. Ruan glanced at Yan Shiqing subconsciously, and saw that her eyes were lowered, her left hand was resting on her cheek, and her right hand was tapping the table in a rhythmic manner. She knew that something was going to be bad.
"I listen to Qing'er. No matter what she wants, I support her!"
When Yan Shiqing heard this, she paused with her hands and felt a little warmer in her heart.
At least Mrs. Ruan didn't just think about her daughter and push her into the fire pit.
When Yan Chunyan heard this, she pursed her lips, took a few deep breaths, then stood up and said, "I understand!"
After saying that, she got up and picked up the things again and went into the kitchen. When she came out, she was carrying a small bamboo basket covered with a piece of floral cloth: "Mom, the family is busy now. Dad, Brother Feng and the children are all in the fields.
If you collect peanuts, I won’t leave any food.”
As she spoke, she handed the basket to Mrs. Ruan and took out a small hoe from somewhere, as if she was ready to go to the ground.
Mrs. Ruan didn't even look at the basket, she just put it on the ground, stood up, took Yan Shiqing's hand, and walked out the door.
"You are all busy people. I shouldn't have come today, old lady! Qing'er, let's go!"