The night is getting darker.

The eating speed is very fast, and it is similar to the rural banquet in Song Huan's memory, and it is a little different to say that it is different.

Song Huan's table is not bad, after all, she is a young girl, she is not too open, she is at the age of talking about marriage, if her performance is too poor, how can she still have a good reputation?

But the other tables were different, the aunts ate in their mouths, and before they could taste anything, they swallowed it, and then the next bite went into their mouths.

The uncles may have felt afraid of losing face, even if they wanted to be like the aunts, but they still restrained themselves.

The young man is different, that is the age of "half the size, eat the poor old man", Ah Di only felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, the table was half clean, and then it was gone in the blink of an eye, and only the dishes that Liang Dayong took the time to help with in the bowl remained.

Liang Dayong looked at the daze brother and urged, "Hurry up and eat, otherwise you won't have your share, Song Ya is still smart, my hand speed is the fastest in the village, otherwise you can only drink porridge." ”

When the words fell, there was another piece of tofu in the bowl.

Ah Di seemed to have listened to it, and it was also possible that it was the environment, so he buried his brain in the bowl, only to see that the chopsticks in his hand did not stop, and the cheeks did not stop, humming and trying to eat.

After a while, Ah Di may have felt the happiness in it, and took the time to take a look at Liang Dayong's brothers, and he smiled and buried them in the bowl.

Liang Dayong didn't have time to pay attention to this stupid kid, he just stared at the table, sandwiching two people's dishes by himself, and he was very busy.

In the end, the aunts were full of food and drink, and secretly carried a rice bran cake in their pockets, and were satisfied to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks table.

The girls were also shouted for help by their own mothers, and finally evolved into the girls washing the dishes and cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and the aunts standing on the side exchanged things with each other.

Song Huan suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

Like the aunts in the vegetable market, they are choosing which chicken and duck in the cage are the fattest, and they have a good taste and the feeling of buying the most cost-effective.

Song Huanmeng came back to his senses, and kept rejoicing in his heart, fortunately, fortunately, he was not one of them.

Song Huan had already been noticed by the aunts around her, and she was the only one standing here with their group of women, standing out from the crowd.

Brilliant appearance, generous temperament, compared with those girls and daughters-in-law who were called by their own mothers (mothers-in-law), in the eyes of everyone, they instantly stood up and down.

Because of this, her uniqueness has also made many aunts unable to say anything in their hearts.

The woman who was looking for a daughter-in-law thought that she really had no father, and she didn't know a lot of things, and she didn't know how to look at it.

The daughter-in-law is ignorant and can still teach, but there is still a little burden around her, what is this? When the time comes, will you take a daughter-in-law, or marry an ancestor?

The woman who is about to look for a son-in-law grits her teeth, and as soon as she looks like this, will she put her daughter in the dust?

But no matter how much these women were churning in their hearts, they were helpless on their faces.

This girl has no father or mother, and she is not related to the people of this village, and she is not happy or interested in directing others, so she must not drag her son (daughter) back when the time comes, how can she still talk about a good family?

Song Huan didn't know that he had been crossed in the hearts of the people in the village, and it didn't matter if he knew, or he was quite happy.

Although the young people in this village do not see any women, they will not agree with each other in terms of their three views, their way of thinking, their way of doing things, and so on.

Moreover, marrying here is like keeping up with the shackles, and she doesn't want to do this.

She just wants to wait for her brother to start a family, and then she can live her own chic life.

According to the age of marriage here, she was only twenty-three or fourteen at that time, and she was in her prime, and enjoying life had just begun.

Song Huan took over his brother from Liang Dayong, and when he saw that the main family was still busy, he didn't step forward to say goodbye, and only asked Liang Dayong to bring a message to the tear-filled boy, so he took his brother to hurry home while the sky was dark.

Song Huan didn't pack anything, and when she got home, she told Fu Yuanzhi about the scene of the banquet, and drank the sweet potato porridge left over from Fu Yuanzhi's cooking, she and her brother were not full, and now their appetites are getting bigger and bigger, they are all at the age of growing their bodies, Song Huan just wants to be full, and can't wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

Fu Yuanzhi looked at Song Huan, who had eaten two bowls in a row, and said with a smile, "Next time, you can eat at home first and then go." ”

Song Huan and Ah Di were busy and bowed their heads.

Song Huan said, "Once you have experience, you will know what to do next time." ”

Song Huan didn't eat the rice bran cake on the table, she couldn't eat that thing for a while, so she didn't take it directly.

Song Huan felt that she still had to work hard to earn money, at least food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as her brother's studies, she couldn't be disadvantaged, she didn't want to be rich and rich, she just wanted the whole family to be well-off.

The next day, Song Huan carried the prey on his back and the sack in his hand, and set out on the road to the town again.

After accumulating more than ten days, the harvest is of course okay, five pheasants and eight hares.

This time it was still collected at the previous price, two hundred and seventy-five wen for five hares, the total weight of the hares was thirty-nine catties, and the total income was five hundred and eighty-seven wen.

Song Huan went directly to the bookstore when he came out of the restaurant, and the five-knife paper directly shrank today's income by more than half, deducting 350 wen from 587 wen, leaving 237 wen.

Recently, the oil lamp has been used relatively quickly, after all, it is getting dark quickly, Song Huan bought another pound of fat meat and two barrel bones, and the butcher still gave her two as usual.

I also bought two strings of sugar gourds, as well as a fixed twenty catties of rice, and the balance was one hundred and thirty-five wen.

Song Huan stuffed the things, passed by the bun shop and thought about it, bought six more steamed buns, she ate one on the way, and kept the rest to go back.

In this way, her balance changed from one hundred and thirty-five to one hundred and thirty-two.

Song Huan walked out of the city gate and walked back as usual.

After a while, I saw a figure slowly hurrying forward, dressed as a light cloud-colored scholar and carrying a cage.

The cage is for the convenience of scholars to walk outdoors, imitating the design of the basket and adding a strap. Considering that the sun and rain would inevitably be exposed to the road, two poles were picked out at the top to tie the tombala cloth and increase the ceiling.

The man is not very old, he should be about the same as Liang Dayong, about fifteen years old.

The clothes on his body were inevitably a little wrinkled and crumbled because of the hurry, his face was red because of the hurry, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

He also heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head, and had some doubts on his face, but he recovered in an instant, seeing that Song Huan was carrying a basket of things and his steps were steady, he didn't see panting, and his face was a little embarrassed, but he didn't squeak, stopped sideways and let Song Huan go first, and followed the etiquette of men and women.

Song Huan is also not polite, she is not particularly familiar with the people in the village, and she is her daughter's family, so she suddenly greeted a young and strong young man, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Moreover, this teenager is still a reader.

It's not that she thinks it's too bad, but that the readers of this era are all golden.

Don't let your parents know when the time comes, and think that you want to cling to them and make a fuss.

Moreover, according to what she knew, this young man was either the son of the Lizheng family, or the son of the family that was related to Fu Yuanzhi.