The night is dark.
All the guests of Lao Zhao's family have left, leaving only his own family doing the final finishing touches.
Chunhua shut herself in the room, her face flushed, and she kept washing her face in an attempt to cool down the heat on her face.
"Dong dong."
Someone knocked on the door, and she was startled. When she looked back, it was Mrs. Zhao who came in.
The old lady walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, and said earnestly: "Actually, your aunt and I guessed Ah Fu's thoughts a month ago. This child comes to Dahe Village to visit us and us from time to time, and he also does what we can. He does this job all because he has you in his heart and hopes to be recognized by your family."
Chunhua's face turned red. She didn't expect Grandma to come and tell her about this.
"At your age, it's really time to talk to your husband's family. The threshold of our family is almost broken. Generally speaking, Ah Fu is a more outstanding person, but he is a year younger than you." The old lady continued, " Although your grandpa and I like Ah Fu, you are the one who wants to marry, and you have to be willing to do so. You have to think about it carefully, but you can’t think about it for too long, don’t delay Ah Fu’s child.”
Chunhua lowered her head and thought.
Her heart was like a mess, she couldn't find a clue at all, and she didn't know whether to refuse or agree.
Just as he was hesitating, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Youcai walked in drunkenly. He leaned against the door frame: "Chun, Chunhua, daddy will go to the city tomorrow to help you find out about the young man your aunt mentioned, if... As your aunt said, it’s so good, let’s quickly finalize the marriage..."
Chunhua was excited and said hurriedly: "No, I don't want to marry someone I don't know."
"You, you mean to marry someone you know?" Zhao Youcai spoke loudly and thought for a while, "Have you fallen in love with any young man in the village? Come on, let's talk to daddy."
"Okay, you smell like alcohol!" Old Mrs. Zhao pushed him, "Hurry up and take a bath and go to bed. Don't talk drunkenly here."
As soon as Zhao Youcai left, the old lady looked at Chunhua and said, "Actually, you already have the answer in your mind whether you are willing or not, so I won't say more."
Chunhua sat blankly on the edge of the bed and sighed.
When her parents proposed to marry her, she was extremely resistant. But if that person was Ah Fu, her resistance turned into hesitation.
Does this mean that she is not against it?
She didn't sleep well all night, so she got up early and started preparing to go to the restaurant to work.
Dawang had three days off because of his wedding. Chunhua carried her things alone to wait at the gate of the mansion, and then took a carriage to Ping'an County together.
Before the carriage stopped, she saw a familiar figure sitting in the lobby, it was Ah Fu.
Her heart suddenly tightened and she began to feel uncomfortable.
Hearing the sound of the wheels, Ah Fu hurried over to help move things. His face was as normal as if what happened yesterday had never happened.
Zhao Ergou was surprised: "Why are you here so early?"
"Brother Dawang, don't you take three days off? I'm afraid you guys will be too busy, so I'll help you during these three days." Ah Fu moved quickly, "Just in time, I'll also learn from Brother Ergou how to be a shopkeeper."
Zhao Ergou asked: "Where do you start talking about this?"
Ah Fu said with a smile: "Last night, the old lady said that she had bought me a shop a long time ago. After I get a wife, I will start my own business."
Both of his parents died, and he was sold to the Shen family by his uncle when he was only two or three years old. At that time, he was forced to sign a deed of sale with his fingerprints. Only last night did he find out that when he was four years old, the old lady had already destroyed his Slave status, he is not a slave of the Shen family, but an adopted son of the Shen family. The Shen family has even prepared a house for him to get married.
Although he will start his own business after getting married, he will still support the old lady and the magistrate in his old age, and will remain loyal to the young master for the rest of his life.
"Oh, Ah Fu is already thinking about getting a wife." Zhao Ergou hammered his shoulder, "If you like a girl from a family, tell me and I will tell you for you."
Ah Fu glanced at Chun Hua secretly and continued to work hard.
Chunhua felt uncomfortable all over and lowered her head to do her own thing. Throughout the whole day, she always felt Ah Fu's eyes falling on her.
Even Wu Huiniang, who was not too sensitive, noticed it and secretly asked Chunhua what she meant.
The spring flowers are vague and the brain is like paste.
"The little girl from the tofu shop next door to us delivers tofu to Ah Fu every day." Wu Huiniang said, "There is also the lady from the vegetable shop over there who wants Ah Fu to be her son-in-law... You, if you have Ah Fu in your heart, Fu, we have to settle this matter quickly."
Just as he was talking, he heard the crisp voice of a little girl in the front yard: "Brother Afu, these are the tofu made by my mother. The two tenderest pieces are given to you."
"No, no need, I don't like tofu."
Chunhua was stunned for a moment when Ah Fu's voice came. She and Ah Fu often ate at the same table, and she knew that Ah Fu liked to eat soft tofu.
She lowered her head and continued to work on what she was doing. After a while, Ah Fu walked in. He coughed and quietly placed a small box on the table: "This is for you."
Chunhua glanced at it and saw that it was a round box with a picture of a lady on it, which was Rouge.
She paused with her fingers: "I don't use this kind of thing."
"It's your business whether you use it or not, and it's my business whether you send it or not." Ah Fu looked at her and said, "The old lady said that she would go to Dahe Village tomorrow to help me propose marriage. Do you think that's okay?"
"Propose, propose marriage?" Chunhua was frightened, "Are you so anxious?"
"The old lady is in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry." Ah Fu coughed and said, "Let's take it slow. One day you will accept me. When the time comes, I will marry you in a big sedan chair."
After he finished speaking, Zi Liu ran out.
Chunhua wiped her hands, picked up the lady's picture, and couldn't help but smile.
For several days, Afu ran to the village every day. Although the matter of the two children was not decided explicitly, everyone knew it.
Cheng Wanwan was sitting in the yard, looking at her third son who was practicing martial arts, and couldn't help but sigh. San Niu was as big as Ah Fu, and Ah Fu was already very young. Her silly son was still a fool, and he practiced martial arts again and again every day. , the limbs are developed, but the mind seems to be getting simpler and simpler.
In a few more months, the one-year agreement with He Xiao will come to an end. At that time, will Sanniu find another master, or do something else... Cheng Wanwan is temporarily confused, and she will definitely ask Sanniu. I can't figure out the reason, I can only wait until the time comes.
At the moment, she doesn't have the time to take care of her children, because the cotton in the field has begun to sprout in small areas.
As the saying goes, after August and a half, the father-in-law of the land wants to see the flowers, which means that the cotton has spun out.
Cotton's fluffing period usually lasts for more than two months. A small cotton seedling can produce up to one hundred peaches or as few as thirty peaches during the entire period. In a year with good weather and no insect pests, almost all cotton peaches will grow. They will spit out catkins, and the average yield of a cotton seedling is about two taels, and the yield of one acre of land is generally about four to five hundred catties.
Ten pounds of cotton can make a large quilt for covering when it snows in winter. In other words, the harvest of one acre of land can make forty or fifty quilts.
Compared with sericulture, cotton saves time, effort and is economical.
Cheng Wanwan looked at the white cotton wool in the ground and felt better. If this thing were popularized, how many people in Daewoo would be able to freeze to death in the winter.
