"That's what it is." Jiang Youcheng patted Ms. Liu's arm, "Go to bed quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow to cut some more wattle. I'll make more wattle baskets in the past two days."
Jiang Youcheng has the skill of basket weaving. He makes some wattle baskets during his spare time and can exchange them for some money when he takes them to the town at the market. He doesn't make much, but it's enough to supplement his family's income.
The family has suffered one after another, and there are not many coins left, so I have to seize the time to make some money.
"By the way, I'll make some custard for Xiao Xia and Jing Yun tomorrow morning. Both of them need to be nourished." Jiang Yousheng said.
"Okay." Mrs. Liu nodded, "One and a half for each person. I'm afraid one person won't be enough for such a big person."
But there are too many, but you really can’t get that much.
"You just have to figure it out..."
Before Jiang Youcheng finished speaking, his snoring started again.
Ms. Liu also lay down.
In the west room, Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun were lying on the same bed.
Back to back.
Although she knew that the other person was her future husband-in-law, Jiang Michia was still not used to lying on the same bed with someone she had just met. Even though she was sleepy, she couldn't sleep at this time.
Song Jingyun couldn't sleep either.
One is because this body has been asleep for a long time, and the other is because it has not fully accepted the matter of time travel.
The night was getting dark, and light filtered in through the window, making everything in front of him seem unreal.
But the high and low outside, the chirping of insects one after another, and the feeling of his hand rubbing this thing called a quilt, all really told him that he was in another time and space.
A world completely different from my hometown.
Song Jingyun was silent for a long time, gently touched Jiang Michia with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Can I still return to my own world?"
"Most likely not." Jiang Michia replied.
Song Jingyun thought for a while, "Since I traveled here after death, if I die now, can I still go back?"
"If you're not afraid of dying completely, you can try it."
"Forehead……"
Song Jingyun was thoughtful and put the budding thought out of his mind, and then asked, "Yes, you told me earlier that I was a son-in-law, so what exactly is a son-in-law?"
"Here, when a man and a woman get married, usually the woman comes to live in the man's home. A man like you who comes to live in the woman's home is called a son-in-law."
Jiang Michia answered patiently, "The new son-in-law must serve the wife and father-in-law and obey their advice. Otherwise, he will not abide by his duty and will be punished."
"How to punish me?" Song Jingyun's voice became a little thin.
"It depends on the situation. The punishment ranges from kneeling down and being slapped on the board. If the matter is serious..." Jiang Michia paused, "Maybe he will be burned to death."
Song Jingyun, "..."
Simple and crude!
After being silent for a long time, Song Jingyun whispered, "I will listen to you and my parents."
There was something flattering in his tone.
Jiang Michia nodded, "Go to bed quickly, you have to get up early tomorrow."
"Um."
Song Jingyun turned over.
Jiang Michia stretched out her hand and touched her nose.
It's not that she meant to scare people, it was Song Jingyun's situation that was special.
He knows nothing about this world. If he behaves too abnormally and is treated as an alien in this world that believes in ghosts and gods, his life may be in danger.
Intimidating someone will make you feel scrupulous, and you will be more measured in doing things. On the contrary, it is a kind of protection.
Jiang Michia closed her eyes.
The next day, the rooster crows three times, and the morning light is dim in the east.
Jiang Youcheng and Mrs. Liu got up and got busy. Jiang Michia also called Song Jingyun to get up and began to teach him how to dress, brush his teeth and rinse his mouth with a wicker, fetch water to wash his face, and comb his hair into a bun.
The first few items went very smoothly, but Song Jingyun was a little confused about the last item.
The black hair on his head was combed into a mess by him.
If you are learning for the first time, the requirements should not be too high.
Jiang Michia simply took matters into her own hands and helped him tie his hair into a bun.
"Thank you." Song Jingyun was a little embarrassed.
"You are Welcome."
Jiang Michia took a comb and a polished wooden stick at random to fix her hair in place, "Okay, let's go out. My parents just called for dinner. Don't keep your parents waiting."
"Okay." Song Jingyun followed Jiang Michia out of the house.
Previously, he had been inside the house and felt somewhat safe. Now that he was about to open the door and go outside to actually come into contact with the world that he knew nothing about, Song Jingyun was still a little panicked.
His palms were a little sweaty, and he subconsciously grasped Jiang Michia's sleeves.
This little son-in-law is really timid.
However, the little son-in-law looked like a little chicken, which made Jiang Michia feel the love of an old mother in her heart.
Reaching out and patting his shoulder, Jiang Michia said boldly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it'll be okay."
As long as she's here, it'll be okay.
The girl's voice was soft and clear, like the spring breeze blowing on her face.
Song Jingyun felt relieved for a while and loosened Jiang Michia's sleeves.
"You should watch more of what I do on weekdays and learn from it, and you will gradually get along with others." Jiang Michia added.
"Okay." Song Jingyun agreed, took a deep breath, and boldly followed Jiang Michia to the courtyard.
Jiang Youcheng and Mrs. Liu were sitting at the small table waiting, and they looked at each other when they saw Song Jingyun following Jiang Michia.
From the looks of it, the son-in-law seems to be very attached to his daughter.
He also seemed to listen to her words.
That’s how it has to be…
The couple made eye contact and understood each other. They didn't say much on their faces and only asked Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun to sit down.
Mrs. Liu placed the steamed egg custard in front of the two of them, "This is yours. I've added some sesame oil. Eat it quickly."
The fresh and tender egg custard, with its faint aroma, was only available to the two of them, and it was obviously a small treat for them.
Looking at the honest and loving old couple, Jiang Michia picked up the egg custard and first scooped a spoonful for Mrs. Liu, "Mom, eat it."
Song Jingyun was already hungry and was about to pick up the egg custard to eat. Seeing Jiang Michia like this, he remembered what she had just told him to do, watch her do more and follow her to learn more. After thinking for a while, he held the spoon in his hand and scooped out a custard. He took a spoonful of stewed egg custard and brought it to Jiang Youcheng's mouth.
"Father, eat."
Good guy!
Jiang Youcheng staggered in shock and almost spilled the porridge water from the bowl he was holding.
After he stood firm, he looked at Song Jingyun with a troubled face.
It is natural for a daughter to be filial to her mother, and it is also natural for a son-in-law to be filial to his father-in-law. But this son-in-law stretched out his hand to feed his father-in-law egg custard...
Ahem, it was hard to accept it for a while.
Song Jingyun was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Michia fed her mother, who was all smiles.
He fed his father, who was so frightened that he ran away.
Thinking of Jiang Michia reminding him that if he behaves strangely, he will be burned to death as an alien...
Song Jingyun suddenly turned pale and his voice trembled, "I..."
Jiang Youcheng looked at the frightened Song Jingyun and felt a little embarrassed. He only complained that he had let down his child's kindness and hurriedly explained, "It's okay. Dad knows that you are filial. It's just that Dad doesn't like to eat custard. When he smells this egg The fishy smell is annoying, so don’t worry about me and just eat it yourself.”
