"Xiangju, you are really ...... Is...... Hey...... "Yang has already agreed to Xiangju and their parents when they see her, and even the dowry has been accepted, how can she stop her as a grandmother?"

"Mother, I sue you, if our family can marry into the Wu family, it is our mother's good fortune! A mother can be in charge of the family when she enters the door, and there is no pressure to have a son!" Shi Xiangju thought of her own situation, and she was even more determined.

Shi Xiangju doesn't want her eldest daughter to be like herself in the future, since she married into her in-law's family, she has been thinking about giving birth to a son all day long, such days are too tiring.

"You've all decided, so I won't say anything. When Yang heard this, he sighed in his heart, because Zhu Yiniang is a very quiet and virtuous girl, and she can already help the family cook when she is nine years old, but let the fourteen-year-old child wait for the Wu family to marry as a little stepmother, she is always a little uncomfortable in her heart, and in the future, there will be a son who is four years older than herself and will call Yiniang called her mother, hey, I can't bear to look at this picture even if I think about it!

The Yang family felt sorry for Zhu Yiniang, just because Zhu Yiniang was his own granddaughter after all.

Because today Shi Xiangju took Zhu Yiniang and Zhu Erniang over to visit relatives, Yang specially asked Ding Qinghe to burn braised pork, and also asked Ding Qinghe to go to the field to cut fresh and tender leeks, and caught three fresh eggs in the chicken nest, saying that it was to make scrambled eggs with leeks.

For vegetables, there are stir-fried greens, stir-fried broad beans with pickles, and a large pot of shiitake mushroom and tofu soup.

Everyone had a great time eating, because it was not every day that you could eat delicious braised pork.

"Eldest sister, what are you talking about?Sanniang is really married to the youngest son of the Wu family who has passed away?" Shi Zhubao heard Shi Xiangju say that he was going to have some kind of secret marriage, and he thought that his ears were hallucinating.

"What's this? The youngest son of the Wu family was about the same age as Sanniang when he died, and another, the Wu family said, let our family marry Wu Erlang, what a good family affair? Yiniang can directly be the master of the house when she marries, and there is no pressure to have a son!" Shi Xiangju is actually most concerned about giving birth to a son, because she has already suffered this kind of grievance in the Zhu family, because she gave birth to three daughters in a row, and her situation in the Zhu family is becoming more and more unpopular.

"But eldest sister, Sanniang and Wu Xiaolang have a secret marriage or something, I won't talk about it, you see that our Yiniang has not yet reached the end of the year, if she marries the Wu family, then Wu Erlang's son will be her brother!" Shi Zhugeng felt that the eldest sister Shi Xiangju didn't consider Zhu Yiniang's mood too much, look at the delicious braised pork, Zhu Yiniang lowered her head and gnawed on that piece of braised pork for a long time, it can be seen that his niece is not satisfied with this family business, but the order of his parents, the words of the matchmaker, Zhu Yiniang can't oppose it if she wants to.

"What's this? A man is older than a woman, and the man will love his wife more in the future. In Shi Xiangju's opinion, the age gap is not a problem at all, and the Wu family's rich dowry is really satisfactory to their family.

Ding Qinghe didn't speak the whole time, because she knew that even if she said something, Shi Xiangju might not listen to what she said.

Shi Xiangju's mother and daughter left after lunch, Shi Xiangju actually refused the pork belly for the first time when she left, she said that the family has now received the dowry from the Wu family, and there can be pork to eat every three or five days.

Ding Qinghe, who listened to it, was really envious, so she hoped to make more money and live a good life of eating pork every three or five days.

After eating lunch and putting away the dishes and chopsticks, Ding Qinghe returned to the room and sighed as he looked at the simple room.

The old-fashioned wooden bed is covered with straw underneath, and there is a mattress with leaky holes on the straw, a row of patches are made on the edge of the mat, and the thin quilt on the sleeping cover is also a patch set, and the cotton wool inside has been clumped, without a fluffy and soft feeling.

The pillowcase is made of stain-resistant black coarse cloth, and a few small flowers are sporadically embroidered on it, all of which were embroidered by the original owner himself, not soft at all, hard like a brick.

There are three heavy wooden boxes in the room, next to a cabinet with mottled colors that can't be seen in its true color, there is a small copper mirror on the cabinet, a half-new mahogany comb and a round and flat needlework basket, and there is an old Eight Immortals table in the corner next to it, on the Eight Immortals table is a tablecloth sewn by Ding Qinghe himself, and a machine qì cat is embroidered on the tablecloth, in addition to this machine qì cat makes this room a little warm, there is also a bamboo tube used as a vase, which is poured with water and inserted some white gardenias.

When she embroidered the cat pattern, Shi Zhugeng said that she didn't embroider like a cat at all, but Ding Qinghe didn't care, only Ding Qinghe felt that the cat she embroidered was really a bit of a cat outline.

The Shi family is really too poor, although they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water to eat the water, but as soon as the bayberry season passes, the family has one less money-making income.

Is it possible to sell snails? But it can only be sold a few times, and when others see it, they will definitely follow suit, and it won't last long.

But at present, if she wants to be Langzhong, it is still more difficult, like Fuji Langzhong, he has Lang Chinese book, this Lang Chinese book is equivalent to the doctor's qualification certificate of this dynasty.

Forget it, from tomorrow onwards, in addition to touching snails, she will also go to the mountains to dig herbs, hey, even if she makes money, she has to hand over most of it to Gongzhong, she thought of letting her mother-in-law Yang take care of her own money, Ding Qinghe always felt a little at a loss in her heart.

By the way, I have to ask Shi Zhugeng to weave a small copy net for a while, and whenever I have time, I will go to the nearby river to pocket some fish, shrimp or snails, and I can't drink any wild vegetable gnocchi soup every day, or wild vegetables fried greens, wild vegetables fried pickles, pickles fried greens, right?

She lay on her back on the bed with her hands on the back of her head, her eyes staring unfocused at the thatched roof, her mind constantly calculating.

A few more days passed, and it was time to catch the market.

Huchao Mountain Shimaruzi Village, Hongwan Village, Liushu Village and other villages are about 14 kilometers away from Wumen Town, and it will take about an hour to walk.

The weather was good, and it was very hot early in the morning, so everyone came out early.

Ding Qinghe was called out by Yang's loud voice very early, and he didn't even eat breakfast, so he was urged by his mother-in-law to go out to Wumen Town to catch the market.

Shi Zhugeng felt sorry for Ding Qinghe and wanted to accompany Ding Qinghe to the market, but he was nagged by the Yang family for a while, saying that a man should have a good life, and he couldn't always think about being crooked with his daughter-in-law.

Ding Qinghe didn't want Shi Zhugeng to be caught between his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so he said that he would follow his mother-in-law to Wumen Town to catch the market.

Yang carried a basket of grass eggs on his back, and brought some embroidery work from her and Shi Mujian, urging Ding Qinghe to go to Wumen Town to catch the market.

Ding Qinghe brought her own dried herbs, some of her embroidered purses, and she also took the snails that she had kept in the water for two days in a bamboo basket with her, and she planned to sell the snails to the restaurant.

"Zhu Geng's family, you are younger than me, how do you walk slowly?" Yang walked like a fly, turned his head to see that Ding Qinghe was still struggling to walk, and complained a little.

Ding Qinghe thought to herself that she had a scooter in modern travel, and after coming to ancient times, she walked on her feet, and she didn't exercise often, where could she walk fast?